Stupid Odin

“Next, you don't need to vividly imagine their voices and smiles. You only need to lock onto their souls, and then set rules for the 【Way of the Knight】 under your control, requiring them to obey and granting rewards for their dedication.”

“Rewards?”

“You can call them 【Miracles】!”

Arthur had no idea that he had actually become Downs's experimental subject for 【Faithful Godhood】. But Arthur, being a god for the first time, knew nothing and thought this was only natural in the realm of the gods.

Downs observed Arthur's progress, and he finally confirmed that the laws of this new world could be further revised.

Initially, these primitive gods who could call upon some of the power of nature were considered primordial gods. Their invocation of corresponding powers was recognized by the world's will, and their extraordinary divine power was almost instinctive.

So, it was correct to call them god-level barbarians.

After introducing the Celtic world, as well as professional 【Magic】 concepts and laws, it could no longer be handled so simply and crudely.

Since collecting the spiritual power of mortals could also turn it into a source of divine power, then this purest spiritual energy after refinement should be regarded as 【Divine Power】.

Next, Downs used the theory of faith-based godhood he learned from Chinese web novels to indoctrinate Arthur.

“Acquiring the power of faith from believers does not mean you have to respond to every believer's prayer. When there are few believers, you can handle most prayers yourself. When there are many believers, you can choose to delegate some tasks to your subordinate gods or divine servants. Then, randomly select a few lucky ones from a large number of believers to respond to.”

“Randomly select?”

“Of course. If one person speaks in your ear, you can hear clearly. What about ten people? A hundred? A thousand people?”

“Ah?” Arthur imagined it and felt terrified and noisy, so he could only nod in agreement: “Indeed.”

Downs went from how to gather the power of faith to refining it, then to responding to the calls of core believers, bestowing miracles, and then how to limit the proportion of miracles bestowed.

When Downs said 【You can claim that the failure of a believer to cast a miracle means the believer is not devout enough】, Arthur couldn't help but tense up a bit: “This goes against my way of doing things.”

“Then you need to exercise more and hoard divine power, otherwise, you won't have enough divine power at crucial moments. There's no way around it. After all, you are not a nature-based deity. You can't continuously obtain divine power from nature.”

“……”

“Let's take it step by step. Arthur, suddenly being promoted to a deity means you have too many things to learn. When you slowly accumulate divine power, you will begin to use divine power to transform your body. Hmm. Transform yourself into a purer spiritual energy body, so that you can break free from the shackles of your mortal body and become a true god.”

Arthur 'learned' a lot from Downs, as to whether he has this talent, only God knows.

According to 'history', from his act of not forgetting to return the Holy Sword to the Lady of the Lake before his death, it is known that this is definitely a person of unparalleled noble character.

If he can withstand it, that would naturally be a good thing.

Even if he can't withstand it, it won't cause much loss to the foundation of the Aesir's rule. After all, it's not uncommon for mortals to fail in their attempt to reach the position of the main god.

In Vanaheim and the Celtic world, the large-scale introduction of magic will inevitably bring about changes. Since there is magic, Downs doesn't mind promoting faith-based godhood. At least this brings a new model for the large-scale use of natural elements.

After teaching Arthur about the affairs of the gods, Downs continued to indirectly deal with Fionn.

“Arthur, now that you've been promoted to the God of Knights, you can't just promote your own knights. You also need to take care of the Fianna Knights.”

“Ah? Your Majesty, do you have any good suggestions?”

“I remember that knight named Diarmuid seems to be pretty good.”

“Then it's him. I will promote him to be one of my subordinate gods.”

“Don't rush, let him start as a divine servant first, and then establish his position when you think he is suitable. After all, the position of a subordinate god is not something to be promised casually.”

“Yes.”

Arthur left, he had many things to do. Whether as the God of Knights or of the Kingdom of Camelot. Just dealing with the people's livelihood in Camelot would keep him busy. Not to mention, he has to remarry a queen.

Guinevere must be deposed.

Although Odin was kind-hearted, especially under Lancelot's insistence, he did not turn Guinevere into a monster, but she was clearly mentally broken. Perhaps after seeing her lover become a three-legged monster, she was frightened into an idiot.

All day long, she would only mutter things like 'Arthur, don't abandon me'.

King Arthur did not punish her further, but had people keep her in a secluded garden house in Camelot Palace.

As for who Arthur would marry later, Downs was not interested in caring.

On the other side, Cú Chulainn was about to set off to take office, and he bid farewell to his master before leaving.

“Uh, Master.” Cú Chulainn scratched the back of his head: “Anyway, thank you for saving me this time, Master.”

“……” Scáthach stared at him indifferently.

Cú Chulainn was used to it, his master mostly looked like this, cold and aloof.

“Oh right, Master, what kind of work does your 【God of Heroes】 do?”

“Dealing with those idiots who are dumber than you!”

Cú Chulainn felt that he couldn't continue the conversation again: “Okay, Master, I'm in Alfheim not far away, I'll come back to see you when I have time. By the way, Your Majesty the God-King is so strong, and so are the Aesir, is there anyone who can 'kill' you?”

Once upon a time, letting his disciple kill himself who had lost the will to live was Scáthach's twisted thought after guarding the gates of the underworld for many years.

Now the situation has changed!

“Get lost!” Scáthach crossed her arms, still cold and indifferent on the surface.

Watching his disciple's retreating figure, Scáthach sighed softly, turned around and entered the back hall of the Silver Palace.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard Queen Medb's 'cry for help': “Scáthach, woo woo! Save me —”

The Downs in front of her had already turned into a mortal height. Facing Downs's extremely aggressive eyes, a rare blush appeared on Scáthach's face, and she muttered: “All gifts have their prices marked in fate early on.”

She stepped over Brunhilde, who had already collapsed, pursing her lips: “As expected, His Majesty's divine spear is not so easy to borrow.”

“What do you mean?” Downs grinned: “I'm going to lend you another divine spear.”

“……”

Scáthach wanted to die, in another sense of wanting to die.

……

Odin regained consciousness again.

Death, this thing is no stranger to him.

He seemed to have been beaten like this again.

Whether this was fortunate or unfortunate, he felt his soul being stuffed into a huge chaotic rock. This was an aggregate of extremely high concentration of chaos power.

He was drifting in the void of chaos space.

Thanks to the nourishment of the power of chaos, he knew that even if he drifted for another ten thousand years, he would not usher in true destruction.

“Exile? Big brother! You're so ruthless!”