Stupid Odin

Enlil, of course, knew that he was completely at a disadvantage.

But he was the God-King!

Even if he lost the battle, he couldn't lose face!

If he himself chickened out, then this battle couldn't be fought.

With a thought from his divine sense, a massive amount of wind element poured into his body, and Enlil's figure suddenly swelled up, turning him into a super giant thousands of meters tall in a few breaths.

Of course, Downs would rather call him a balloon giant.

After successive setbacks in the Sumerian world, the density of divine power in Enlil's body was already very low.

Who could be intimidated by this kind of bloated, translucent body?

"Downs, is it! Remember my name—I am the supreme God-King Enlil who will conquer your world! Your head will be cut off by me and used as a bathtub! Your goddesses will be reduced to my slaves, pulling my chariot! Your palace will become a colosseum for the Anunnaki gods to enjoy! Everything you own will belong to me—"

Enlil's arrogant declaration resounded in all directions, spreading throughout the two worlds with the rumble of wind and thunder.

Perhaps another god wouldn't necessarily have the ability to spread his voice like this.

As a God-King level wind god, at least his voice was really loud.

After his declaration, sparse cheers rang out in the Sumerian world.

He had ruled the world for a long time, and his divine might was extremely profound, so there were still many fanatical believers willing to follow him.

But this voice, falling into the ears of the gods and even mortals of Jötunheimr, became a typical teaching material for overestimating oneself.

"Hahaha! Is this guy drunk? Who does he think he is?"

"Damn small world bumpkin, just because he has a little transcendent power, he thinks he's some kind of God-King?"

"Just wait! His Majesty Downs will definitely beat this idiot up."

As the saying goes, unlike Enlil, who only knew how to fight internally, Downs was a genuine God-King who had fought his way out of shocking battles. The difference in prestige was simply visible.

As the breeze carried the voices of the mortals in the Ten Realms of Jötunheimr from afar, Enlil's face turned even darker.

"You Jötunheimr people really only have hard mouths!"

Downs showed a sympathetic expression to the Sumerian gods. He ignored the loudly shouting Enlil and instead turned his gaze to Enki, the water god of wisdom, who was standing in the distance behind Enlil: "Oh! You guys must be having a hard time with such a God-King."

Enki's facial muscles twitched.

How could Enki answer?

Any answer he gave would be wrong!

No matter how bad Enlil was, he was still Enki's brother!

No matter how good Downs was, he was still the enemy of Sumer!

Even if Downs' words struck a chord in the hearts of Enki and the other Anunnaki gods, they wouldn't dare to make any comments.

Not to mention that this was the moment when the two great god races were facing off.

Enki and the other gods could only remain silent.

Enlil next to him was already cursing very vulgarly. Downs directly ignored Enlil and said to Dagda beside him: "Go deal with Enki. Don't kill him, just hold him back."

"Yes."

"As for the other Sumerian gods, kill all those who don't surrender."

Naturally, his order received a thunderous response from the Aesir gods and the giants.

Over there, Enlil couldn't wait to attack, preparing to give Downs a show of force.

Wind!

Great wind!

World-destroying hurricane!

The fierce storm was like a tall, heaven-reaching mad lion, constantly roaring, constantly baring its fangs and claws, venting its anger, and demonstrating its powerful destructive power.

Honestly, with Enlil's strength, he wouldn't easily fall into a disadvantage against any God-King other than Downs.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent from the start.

The Sumerian world facing the Jötunheimr world was a complete tragedy.

Downs lightly parted his tiger lips and uttered a few words: "I declare—increase the air density!"

If Downs wished, he could even add a [Restriction] attribute to the air, which could prohibit the other party from using the wind element for a considerable period of time, directly stopping the movement of air molecules.

This kind of world-class divine power repulsion and binding was undoubtedly a real killer weapon.

When this power reached its peak, it was not impossible to bind all things in an area with air molecules, so as to achieve an almost absolute stagnation effect!

Not only objects, but also spells, divine arts, and even the movement of energy and elements.

Corresponding to the heaven-defying imprisonment ability, the burden on the caster and even the world would be quite heavy.

Enlil was the kind of gambler who would smash the pot if it was broken, and could easily bet on the survival of his own world. A series of gambling-style choices proved his brutality and willfulness.

It was estimated that this guy's mind was full of thoughts like 'As long as I grab the other party's world, it's fine!', and he never considered what to do if he lost.

This kind of extremely irresponsible God-King was the sorrow of a world, and also made Downs, the opponent, feel a headache.

Forcibly imprisoning his actions required a huge amount of the power of order. In case Enlil learned Odin's sly operations and stopped being the God of Order, this would instead put Downs in a dilemma.

Downs simply increased the air density to greatly consume Enlil's divine power.

In a few breaths, Enlil realized that something was wrong.

The other party neither turned into ashes as he had imagined.

On the contrary, the air in the two worlds became extremely viscous.

This was like only needing a blower to blow air, but to push forward in the water, you would probably need things like propellers.

At this moment, the difficulty of agitating the atmosphere was like agitating a large lump of extremely viscous paste.

Enlil was instantly dumbfounded.

Was there such a divine art in this world?

The look in his eyes towards Downs for the first time contained something called [Horror].

If Enlil had rich experience in fighting against the laws, he would have tried to lower the air density and restore it to his most proficient combat field.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to do this!

This kind of primitive god relied extremely on his own instincts, so that the first thing he considered was whether to inscribe the Stone Slab of Destiny on the spot and change the laws of this vicinity.

One step slow, every step slow.

For this kind of opponent who was easily led by the nose, Downs almost laughed out loud in his heart.

Downs didn't stop for a moment, waving his hands and releasing the next change of rules: "I declare—sea and sky are one color!"

This time, it was purely bullying the god.

[Sea and Sky are One Color] was originally just an adjective, describing that on the distant horizon, it was impossible to distinguish where the sea was and where the sky was.

Here at Downs, this became a deception on the level of law.

This little trick could make those who couldn't crack this law unable to distinguish between the water element and the wind element in the world.

Now that's great.

When Enlil tried to mobilize the wind element, he found that half of his divine power had actually stabbed into the sea.

The sea, water, and so on were not his domain of divine duty, which meant that a large amount of his divine power was wasted.

Over there, the water god of wisdom Enki was dumbfounded—No, Your Majesty! How did you interfere in my domain?

Downs was equivalent to using a small misleading technique to indirectly cripple half of Enlil's already greatly depleted divine power.