Stupid Odin

Thinking of his two good brothers, one turned into a sleeping beauty, and the other was stranded on the far shore of the chaotic universe, Downs felt a pang in his heart: "Odin! You are my eyes! You are my guiding light! As long as you are here, I'll do the opposite of what everyone else does! Odin, I'm foolish... no, my dear brother, where are you? Your brother misses you—"

In the palace where no second being existed, Downs expressed his longing for his good brother with passionate words.

Inexplicably, be it gods or humans, being lonely for too long might indeed lead to some abnormality.

There is always something in this world called [Nemesis].

When it's around, you can't wait for it to die immediately.

When it's not around, you can't wait for it to appear immediately.

Perhaps, this is a karmic relationship for this lifetime!

Although Downs was incredibly 'concerned' about his foolish brother, he still adhered to his duty as the God-King. After ordering the world to swallow the remnants of the Slavic world, he continued to keep Jötunheimr moving forward at a steady pace.

A small accident occurred in the lowest level of space where the Slavic world was being devoured.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Giant green roots, which could lift a town for mortals, moved nimbly like octopus tentacles.

They were like grappling hooks, each grabbing a clump of earth the size of a small mountain, stirring it in a spiral, flinging away the clods severely corroded by chaos, and extracting the dark soil to a higher level.

There, smaller roots would break and stir these clods, throw them into a huge seawater pool for filtration, and finally, after completing several processes, they would be sent to the lower layer of the World Tree, filling the bottom of that giant continent and strengthening its foundation.

Enkidu劝说着自己 的 弟弟: "Gilgamesh, please don't come here. The chaotic aura here is too strong."

"What's there to be afraid of? Brother Víðarr is watching us, isn't he?" 'Golden Sparkle' didn't care, turning his head and shouting at a distant [Eye of God]: "Right? Big brother!"

The Eye of God, constructed with water elements in the distance, blinked, and then a green root gave an [ok] gesture.

Enkidu was speechless.

"Enkidu, come with me." Gilgamesh's brilliant golden armor figure darted through the roots. Enkidu had no choice but to follow.

Clearly, Enkidu was born an hour earlier, making him the older brother, but the truth was that he was always led by the nose by Golden Sparkle.

Soon, Gilgamesh arrived at a pile of ruined earth that had been preliminarily purified.

This piece of land was very large, large enough to hold 300 Valhalla palaces.

Gilgamesh suddenly exerted strength in his hand, and a strange divine sword, with an unknown scarlet material as the blade, gold-trimmed, and agate patterned as the hilt, appeared out of thin air from the void and slowly fell into his hand.

"This is..."

"I broke off a less important branch of the World Tree, used it as a factor, and formed a sword according to my ideas after injecting divine power."

"Really?" Enkidu looked at the exquisite craftsmanship on the sword hilt, and he expressed disbelief.

"Enough! I went to the dwarves to get it, and they didn't object!"

"Really?" Enkidu pressed again: "Could it be that they saw your appearance, and then turned around and sent the bill to Aunt Ishtar?"

"..." Gilgamesh stared at his good big brother with an air of 'if you can't speak, don't speak'.

Enkidu understood: It was highly probable that the dwarven craftsmen had acquiesced to all of this, and then Father God or Mother God had smoothed things over behind the scenes.

After a while, Golden Sparkle continued: "The reason why Father God's [World Sword Array] is so powerful is because each sword uses the power of a world as support, spraying out the power of a world to the best of its ability. But I can't possibly have such conditions."

"Indeed." Enkidu nodded.

Even if Brother Thor is the crown prince, how could Father God divide a world to them before Tyr, Víðarr, and Baldr were crowned kings?

Golden Sparkle continued: "So I can only find another way out. To forge a stronger, yet independent divine sword that doesn't rely on all eleven worlds to date."

"How could that be possible?" Enkidu smiled wryly.

"No! What Father God is doing is creating and reshaping the world. He is taking the path of kingship. If I don't have to consider such complicated things, and only consider destruction, using the destruction of a world as the sword intent of the divine sword, then it's much simpler."

Discovering that his good brother was planning to 'mess around', Enkidu immediately panicked: "Ah? Wait! Gilgamesh, what are you trying to do? If you mess around, even my mother and I combined can't protect you!"

"Don't worry, how could I be so unwise? Father God and Mother God have been kind to me, I won't make things difficult for them."

"Then you..."

"Since every world has its own hidden world will, I plan to gradually refine a divine sword that belongs only to me by destroying the echoes of the already collapsed Slavic world."

"Ah, this." Enkidu didn't know how to persuade him.

Dismantling the abandoned Slavic world and absorbing the earth elements inside is indeed Father God's order. In a sense, what Gilgamesh wants to do is only to speed up this process. It doesn't seem like he's wrong.

But he's borrowing the echoes (remnants) of the other world's will to practice his sword along the way, which is a bit strange. Is this playing on the edge?

Before his brother could react, Gilgamesh waved the sword embryo of the scarlet divine sword and madly poured divine power into it.

"Ah ah ah ah—" After a deep roar, he waved the crimson long sword and slashed towards the far end.

A blood-like scarlet light appeared on the edge of this piece of land, which was most likely the core of the Slavic world.

The scarlet cutting line extended rapidly backward, bringing a slender fine line in this dim bottom space, sweeping across the entire airspace, where the earth was seen to be broken from the middle; a soft "crack" sounded, stretching from the near end of this giant land block all the way to the far end.

The entire void-suspended land block split in two.

Suddenly, Enkidu found that he heard something.

To be precise, it was not a sound, but a kind of soul-shaking, or world-class energy fluctuation, like a glass bead being forcibly split in half.

Enkidu looked in astonishment at the distance, accompanied by a deafening roar. The land block, like a sliced cake, began to float upward with an unnoticeable gravitational force.

If this was not a sword swing towards a 'dead' world center, there was no doubt that Gilgamesh's sword would go down in history.

"Hahaha! I succeeded! Sure enough, my idea is right! Enkidu!" Gilgamesh shouted happily.

"What idea?"

"What I want to create is a divine sword that can [cut the world]! Now the divine sword has begun to have its own initial will by absorbing the remnants of the world." Golden Sparkle waved the sword embryo in his hand, feeling extremely excited.