Stupid Odin

Good?

Siva felt like she had heard the funniest joke.

A God-King saying they are good?

This was undoubtedly the most laughable joke in the God Realm.

A world that truly did good would not have survived until now; it would have been eaten clean long before even arriving here.

Unfortunately, the entire Slavic pantheon needed this mysterious Kiro. Siva was miserable; even if this sounded hilarious, she dared not laugh.

In any case, even if this secret pantheon they were about to contact was hypocritical, she and the Slavic pantheon behind her would accept it.

Just imagine, the master now chops down half of your relatives, then holds a knife to your neck, invites you in, and finally pours their heart out to you (physically). Tell me, aren't you afraid?

This extreme bloodshed and cruelty had long become unbearable for Siva and the others.

Never mind whether this mysterious God-King was good or not. Even if they knew it was a cup of poison, they would drink it.

Not drinking meant immediate death, while drinking offered a chance to be saved.

While Siva was fully confiding in Loki's clone, Downs, who received the news, seemed calm.

In the rear palace of the Silver Palace.

Ailey quietly embraced Downs.

"Your Majesty, do you find Siva's words untrustworthy?"

"No, her words are credible. But only her part is credible."

"What does that mean?" Ishtar, who had just been diligently working, looked up and curiously asked.

Downs said meaningfully: "Be it people or gods, every being's perspective is limited. They can only see what they see. It's like seeing an iceberg on the sea surface; you only see the tip, often neglecting the much larger part beneath the surface."

"Ah?" The Ailey sisters were a little surprised.

Downs had a faint feeling—even the betrayal of the Slavic gods was within the other God-King's expectations.

This feeling of meeting a worthy opponent was the first since the creation of Jötunheimr.

This time, the actions of the Aztec pantheon seemed to have a reasonable basis in every move.

But when linked together, there were too many inconsistencies.

Yet overall, this was a series of interconnected schemes, slapping you in the face one after another.

Insidiously vicious to an outrageous degree!

One could assume that if Jötunheimr had arrived at the convergence point earlier and plunged into the Egyptian world or the Akkadian world, Jötunheimr would now be under attack from both sides, or even besieged.

Damage or destruction to the Jötunheimr world would directly affect the combat power of all the Aesir gods.

This well-organized series of schemes clearly wasn't the work of the Aztec chief god.

All five sun creation myths begin with the time when "the world did not exist." In Aztec mythology, everything began in the void before the world's birth, with only one deity born before everything else.

This deity is called Ometeotl, which means "Two Gods" or "Two Lords" in Nahuatl. He is both male and female, both heaven and earth, both light and darkness, both fire and water, both order and chaos.

And he gave birth to four children, including the feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl, none of whose forms were simple, single beings.

This kind of deity, transitioning from chaos to order but not completely transformed, is destined to be a chaotic actor.

He is the epitome of the entire Aztec pantheon: tyrannical, chaotic, and disordered.

Pure chaotic beings rarely have brains, let alone play such insidious interconnected schemes.

Since the name Ometeotl is too awkward, Downs saved some brainpower and simply called him [Ome].

In the end, Downs neither believed that Ome had the brains for it, nor did he believe that the purely Aztec pantheon was strong enough to swallow the not-weak Slavic pantheon, beat up the Akkadian pantheon, and incidentally devour an African pantheon.

The trickery in this was frighteningly great.

Downs didn't explain too much to the Ailey sisters. It was useless for them.

Their position was insufficient to access such secrets.

After getting up, Downs issued a death order to Gilgamesh—ensure that the Egyptian pantheon cannot unify in the next three months, or preferably within a year.

Honestly, this order tested his good son's strategy.

With this order, 'Golden Sparkle' definitely couldn't act recklessly.

Downs decided that if Gil did a good job this time, he might consider raising his position and granting him more real power.

With a larger territory, it would be annoying even if Downs could manage everything.

The burden always had to be distributed.

After stabilizing the Egyptian world, Downs focused on dealing with the Aztec world.

He started with a small test.

He accelerated the Jötunheimr world.

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With the acceleration of the cosmic ocean current, accelerating the world's flight was doubly effective.

In three days, Jötunheimr slowly completed its acceleration, bringing the entire world to its highest speed.

At this rate, the Aztec world wouldn't even get a whiff of Jötunheimr's exhaust; it would crash straight into the Egyptian world. That way, the Aztec would be caught in the middle.

The Aztec world reacted quite quickly. One day after Jötunheimr began to accelerate, it also silently began to accelerate.

In this way, the Jötunheimr world would be hit obliquely in half a month.

Downs rested his head on his hand: "Interesting. The Aztec is clearly aware of our situation and making adjustments."

Again, if the Aesir gods didn't have the ability to explore the universe, they would definitely be like the Akkadian world, not realizing they were under attack until the moment they were hit.

At this point, Downs could completely bet on Jötunheimr's world origin, further accelerating the world beyond its limits. Doing so would be deliberately competing in consumption.

Downs was unwilling.

In the opposite world, whether it was divine authority or human rights, they were shockingly low.

This kind of pantheon that casually plays with blood sacrifices has no concept of a moral bottom line.

Everyone competing in resources meant that the Aztec world definitely had a higher endurance limit.

So, Downs started to make the Jötunheimr world act.

It pretended to change its orbit, as if it had just discovered the Egyptian world, and went over, seemingly intending to crash obliquely.

The Aztec world was indeed hooked. It actually burned its world origin, further increasing its world's flight speed. It most likely aimed at Jötunheimr, waiting for Jötunheimr to crash into it, then accelerating to crash over from behind, ambushing without any principles.

But the Jötunheimr world flew parallel to the Egyptian world for nearly a month, as if waiting for something.

At first, the Aztec world was still waiting. Before long, it stopped waiting and crashed straight in.

Downs finally revealed a triumphant smile: Of course, the Aztec couldn't wait. If it stubbornly dragged out the time, allowing Jötunheimr to 'completely digest' the Akkadian world it had swallowed not long ago, that would be aiding the enemy.

This was also the common trait of heroes—they could wait, but they would never sit still and wait for death.

Finally, on April 1st, the Aztec world broke through the world's sensing baseline and entered the 50,000-kilometer warning line.