Stupid Odin

It's very simple.

The power of a god comes from their own world.

The Jötnar world is larger and more complete. In contrast, the world barrier of the Sumerian world has collapsed, and the power of chaos is advancing rapidly, frantically eroding Sumer's heaven.

If Enlil were still in control, his storms could still repel the surging chaotic aura.

At this point, anyone with a bit of insight could easily see that Enlil's storms were out of control, in a state of disarray. This directly led to the chaotic forces eroding the gods' temples in heaven.

Perhaps Enlil wasn't dead yet, but seeing the carefree appearance of their god-king, every Anunnaki god understood that their god-king was at least being beaten down.

Too desperate!

At this moment, many Sumerian gods were inwardly cursing 'Enlil is useless,' 'How could he launch an attack before understanding the details of the Jötnar world?'. They completely forgot that they had voted in favor when King Enlil announced the invasion of the world!

Now things were bad, the sun god was being humiliated instead.

How arrogant they were when they launched the war, how desperate they are now.

In the midst of the fierce battle, many Sumerian gods cast questioning glances at their companions, even communicating with divine voices, secretly colluding, discussing how to accept defeat with dignity.

The sharp-eyed among them had long discovered that there were at least three factions among the opposing Aesir: the strongest were of course the Aesir gods, with divine power and a height of three meters; the second were the Tuatha Dé Danann gods, with bodies similar to humans and also possessing divine power; and finally, the giants, who were larger but had no divine power.

In their opinion, these three factions were not of the same race.

This meant that the Aesir would absorb the gods of the defeated pantheon, not exterminate them.

This discovery made some cowardly Sumerian gods feel happy.

Don't think that the Sumerian gods are of one mind. When King Enlil desecrated the sacred river, he was once dismissed by a divine council composed of 7 gods and 50 ordinary deities. As a result, Enlil had nothing to do and ran to the underworld to play role-playing games with the goddess, creating babies in various ways.

During that time, Enlil sometimes became a ferryman on the River Styx, sometimes a gatekeeper of the underworld, and so on.

The reason he messed around with so many tricks was because he was removed from the throne of the god-king by the gods, which made him very depressed.

It would be false to say that Enlil had no resentment towards these compatriots.

These Sumerian gods were equally afraid of being purged by Enlil one day.

In their view, the god-king must be strong, but who the god-king is doesn't matter.

It was under this mentality that a considerable number of Sumerian gods began to hold back and protect themselves. This was tantamount to betraying their teammates in disguise.

If they had all fought desperately, and really overwhelmed the Aesir pantheon with their numbers, they might have been able to win a glimmer of hope for Enlil.

The bad thing was that some Sumerian gods had the idea of surrendering.

What's even more ridiculous is that these guys couldn't bring themselves to be the first to surrender.

Everyone knew that even if everyone surrendered, the first to surrender would definitely be cursed by their companions.

This was almost the same for the Vanir. When Gullveig surrendered first, she had been secretly cursed by the gods from the Vanir for so many years. If she hadn't been Thjazi's favorite concubine and had never fallen out of favor, her life would have been a hundred times more difficult than it is now.

So, an awkward scene happened.

Many Sumerian gods wanted to surrender, wanted to call Thjazi 'daddy,' but no one wanted to be the first spineless person to be cursed by all the gods.

This scene, in the eyes of the Danaans who urgently needed to make contributions, and the Aesir who longed to gain military merit and glory, became a state of 'the opposite side has an unyielding spirit, we greatly admire them, and we must fulfill them'.

The Aesir collectively went into overdrive, each of them howling fiercely. Many 50-50 opportunities, they insisted on risking their lives to exchange injuries for injuries, and lives for lives with the other side.

This was even more disadvantageous for the Sumerian gods.

Most of the Aesir were physically stronger. This kind of blood exchange might result in minor injuries for the Aesir, but fatal injuries for the Sumerian gods.

The more the Sumerian gods feared death, the more restrained they became.

Gradually, the situation became one-sided.

"Ah!"

"Wow, do you know who I am? I am…"

"How dare you kill me?"

Strong vitality also means more opportunities to make mistakes. The Sumerian gods were pitiful little things. When they encountered the Aesir's heavy weapons, they would be killed in seconds with one mistake.

On the field, the Sumerian gods were collapsing at a rate of almost one death per minute.

They hadn't been completely defeated and scattered, thanks to the Aesir's adherence to the rules. After defeating their opponents, they didn't go next door to play a righteous two-on-one.

Of course, it wasn't a complete victory for the Aesir. Several pure-blooded Aesir were counter-killed by the other side when they seized the opportunity. It's just that these guys, who had finally won with great difficulty, hadn't even taken half a breath before the next opponent rushed in front of them…

In the sky, Thjazi silently watched all of this with his divine eyes.

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To be honest, the Sumerian gods were generally brutal and didn't take humans seriously.

Enlil destroyed the world three times. Except for Enki, the wise water god, there were few good birds among the Sumerian gods. Most of them held an indifferent, or even supportive, attitude.

For Thjazi, who was born as a human and later became a god, he naturally had an attitude of disgust towards most of the Sumerian gods. Not to mention that these Sumerian gods still wanted to play the council game.

This was absolutely unacceptable to Thjazi, who was used to centralized power.

Now that these guys, for some reason, hadn't surrendered at all, that was even better.

If those cowards knelt down to him, Thjazi, and opened their mouths to say, "I have drifted for half my life and have not met a wise master…", Thjazi would really not be able to hold back.

Thjazi sneered in his heart, and a grand declaration resounded in all directions: "Very good! Our Aesir clan values heroes the most! Now that the Sumerian gods have shown their bloodiness and spirit, we cannot lag behind. Gods, listen to my order—fight to the death and do not retreat!".

Pfft!

When the cowardly Sumerian gods on the opposite side heard this, they almost vomited three liters of blood on the spot.

Fight to the death and do not retreat? What is this? The ones in an overwhelming advantage should be you, right?

They wanted to argue, but they were afraid of weakening their momentum. The other side seemed to be very martial, wouldn't that mean that only gods who fought to the end could gain the other side's respect?

It was really agonizing to death.

Little did they know that there were many single-minded guys in the Aesir clan as well.

Many tough guys shouted "Fight to the death and do not retreat!" on the spot, and then swung those terrifying heavy weapons that could crush a small hill with every move, smashing them head-on at the Sumerian gods.

Thjazi continued to sneer in his heart: In this world, you can't surrender just because you want to!

Before integrating the Celtic world, the Aesir clan still had the obvious weakness of not being good at magic. After absorbing the Danaans and adding new gods such as King Arthur, the Aesir clan's configuration was already relatively complete.

Except for a few divine positions that were still vacant and needed to be filled, the Aesir clan no longer needed to annex other pantheons on a large scale.

Thjazi said to himself coldly: "Then don't blame me for being picky."