Stupid Odin

Thorn felt a long-lost excitement.

After killing Ymir, his joyful heart had quieted down.

The world is like this: when you're single, you crave a woman.

After you have one woman, you hope for a group.

And then, you hope the woman will upgrade into a true goddess.

Becoming a God-King, in theory, is the ultimate for a transmigrator.

With his wisdom, governing the Nine Realms was just a side matter. He could have holed up in the gentle embrace of goddess-level women every day, but he never forgot that he had to fight against the terrifying world-class destructive fate of [Ragnarok].

Fighting against a world-class fate is the most fascinating part of the Game of Gods.

From the beginning of his transmigration into this world, besides additionally sending off Surtr, Thorn was at most just taking Odin's script. His birthing of each corresponding divine son proved the terrifying inertia of this world's destiny.

If there's a place where a thorough change can be made, it would probably be starting with the Vanir.

In the epic [Edda], it was because the Aesir led by Odin couldn't defeat the Vanir that it turned into a co-rule between the two major god clans, which also laid the groundwork for a series of later conflicts and disasters.

The Golden Court world needs the Vanir, but it doesn't need them to be on par with the Aesir.

Thorn felt the tender skin of the two goddesses beside him with his fingers, and unintentionally used a bit more force. Frigg and Gilda furrowed their delicate brows, feeling the pain but not daring to speak out.

Thorn didn't apologize, but just patted their delicate bodies, signaling them to move away a bit.

The God-King's grand and majestic voice spread throughout the entire Golden Palace, constantly echoing between the magnificent golden walls, deafeningly loud: "Sound the alarm, full alert!"

His Majesty the God-King announced in this way that he craved to accept a challenge and to obtain a grand war of conquest worthy of the glory of the Aesir.

"Dong—Dong—Dong—"

The alarm bells rang loudly throughout the entire Asgard God Realm. The bell sounds accompanied the newborn rising sun, breaking through the dark night, echoing from far and near. The radiance of the rising sun shone through the fiery clouds, scattering on the dome of the Golden Palace, as if a towering giant was slowly raising an enormous torch.

When the long alarm bells rang, the mortals living in the Asgard God Realm were attracted by the sound, and the intense throbbing in their hearts drove them to turn their heads one after another, looking towards the temple in their field of vision that always exuded a brilliant golden glow.

Whether it was a giant 20 meters tall, or a god doing their own thing, all were surprised by the ringing of the bells.

Each of them had been told early on that the alarm bells would ring one day when they encountered foreign enemies.

A long tone represents alert, a short tone represents an attack.

But this bell sound was too unfamiliar to all beings.

In all the years since Asgard was founded, not even an attack by a hundred frost giants had ever rung the alarm bells.

So this time?!

Some giants reacted slowly, and some troops were slightly disorganized.

But there was a troop whose movements were swift and assembled like the wind. Before a single bell sound had finished, these fit figures could already be seen outside Valhalla.

They gushed out from their garrison dormitories, transforming into clouds and mist.

When they appeared, they had already donned bird-winged golden helmets decorated with white feathers, wore blood-red tight-fitting war robes, held divinely bestowed spears and golden shields emitting a soft white light, and rode a spirited pure white Pegasus.

Although there were only a mere sixteen of them, this small female troop gave people the impression that sixteen people were equivalent to thousands of troops.

They were naturally the Valkyrie troop that Odin had prepared in advance in the epic to deal with Ragnarok!

In this life, Thorn had made them appear ahead of schedule.

Each Valkyrie was personally selected by Thorn from the princesses of the kings of the earthly countries, or from the Aesir girls who had awakened from the ice.

Once they were assembled, they immediately spurred their horses and rushed towards the Golden Palace.

The shining light of their armor even made others think it was the aurora borealis.

Following closely behind them, the fully armed Bor, Odin, Vili, Thor, and Loki arrived at the Golden Palace!

A little later, the goddesses and the giants loyal to the Aesir also arrived one after another.

"What happened?" Bor asked the question that the gods cared about most as soon as he met.

Thorn, already wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, sat upright on the god's throne. His gaze first swept over the gods and the giants who had arrived, and finally, his gaze transcended the confinement of space, casting far into the west of the Middle Realm.

"A group of enemies strong enough to rival the Aesir have awakened from the cold glaciers. They are about to launch the most powerful challenge to our rule—"

Thorn announced the latest situation to the gods with an extremely certain tone.

At this moment, every male god excitedly gripped their weapons.

Every goddess couldn't help but nervously clench their fists. They looked at the God-King they depended on with fervent anticipation.

In times of peace, they could privately grumble that the male gods were just good-for-nothing drunkards.

When war comes, it is time to test their mettle!

They were both nervous and excited!

Will the Aesir continue their glory? Or will an evil new force stand against the Aesir?

The answer will soon be revealed!

After Thorn announced this situation, Bor stepped forward first, striking his left chest forcefully with his right hand, making a dull thud: "Your Majesty the God-King, we await your orders!"

There is no father and son, only hierarchy.

With Bor taking the lead, Odin followed with a step forward, saying in a heroic voice: "Your Majesty, if war breaks out, I am willing to be the vanguard for the Aesir!"

"No! Uncle! You have already proven your courage. Leave the vanguard stuff to me, Thor!" Thor was so tall and burly that he stood a head taller than Odin just by standing out.

Following closely behind Thor, Tyr, Vidar, Baldr, and the other fourth-generation Aesir gods stepped out together. This left Odin slightly speechless.

The remaining gods and giants stepped out one after another, declaring their courage to His Majesty the God-King.

"Not so fast." Thorn waved his hand: "Let's wait for Ullr to return and report first. In this short period of time, Odin, you should clean up those undisciplined mortal armies."

"Yes—"

"Tyr, Vidar, Baldr, you three brothers form a patrol team. Patrol the main areas in three shifts."

"Yes!" The three gods responded in unison.

"Bor, stand by. Thor, guard the Golden Palace."

Thorn issued a series of clear and labyrinthine orders. Half a day later, the bow god Ullr returned to report.

Everything was as expected, it was indeed the Vanir who had revived.

Ullr knelt on one knee at the bottom of the palace steps, earnestly saying: "Report, Your Majesty—Your subject has detected a cumulative 36 unknown gods reviving from the glaciers, of which 35 have now gone to Vanaheim, the western Middle Realm. But your subject is incompetent, and one of the gods is missing. Your subject and his subordinates have lost control of their tracks."