Stupid Odin

Thorns didn't seem to sense Odin's sinister thoughts as he continued to gaze down at the lower realm.

He didn't curse Njord, but instead, with a condescending and pitying tone, said, "Vanir gods! You will soon know. When I extend my goodwill, you had best accept it, for that will be the best condition you can hope to receive in your destiny."

"Hiss—" For some reason, Frey, Nertus, and the other Vanir gods shuddered all over.

Thorns' words sounded like a threat, but upon closer inspection, it felt less like a threat and more like a guarantee.

Unlike the rash Odin, Thorns gave them the feeling of absolute confidence, as if nothing could escape the fate he had ordained.

That feeling of being unable to break free no matter how much they struggled, no matter how many times they tried again, was like a pair of large hands gripping their necks, leaving them unable to resist and only able to gradually sink into oblivion and move towards destruction.

Except for the oblivious Njord, every Vanir god trembled violently, like shaking beans, including Freyja and Gullveig, who were already by Thorns' side.

Freyja was the first to kneel, lowering her head: "Njord is the only evil god who defies Your Majesty's will. Please, Your Majesty, quell your anger."

Gullveig: "The other Vanir gods were merely coerced by Njord."

Their mindsets were complex.

They inwardly accepted that they had joined the Aesir, but unfortunately, their origins were an eternal mark. If Thorns, in his anger, slaughtered the Vanir, they would lose even their value to be exploited, having lost their mother clan.

Conversely, they didn't want to see their familiar relatives and friends all killed by the mad Njord. Even though Freyja was Njord's daughter, making a preemptive severance was the best course of action.

Interestingly, no one thought Thorns couldn't do it, and that was the real essence of the matter.

Thorns ignored Njord's curses, retracted his enormous illusion, and looked around.

"Everyone, you have worked hard. Rest for two days, and on the third day, we shall witness the destruction of the Vanir!"

Thorns' declaration was so light and casual, as if he were talking about crushing an ant.

It was this ease that invigorated the battered gods and giants on the spot, causing them to roar and shout with unparalleled excitement.

"Long live Emperor Thorns!"

"As expected, His Majesty is the strongest!"

"Hahaha! I knew it, there are no enemies that His Majesty can't deal with!"

Everyone forgot their defeats and began to look forward to the execution three days later.

At this moment, even Odin couldn't wait for Njord to die!

Only Thorns stared at Odin's back, and he began to understand why, in the [Edda] epic, when the two races reconciled and exchanged hostages, Odin would deliberately cheat, sending the foolish Hoenir (in another version, Hoenir has the alias Vili) and the wise giant Mimir, who had cost him an eye.

In that timeline, the Vanir gods, discovering they had been deceived, did not dare harm Hoenir, so they simply killed Mimir to vent their anger and sent his head back to Odin. And Odin, that old schemer, killed two birds with one stone, using the Vanir gods to kill his uncle Mimir.

Odin managed to bring back a lot of things through shady tricks that he couldn't get on the battlefield.

But Odin's actions also buried another huge pit. In the description of the prose [Edda], in the battle of [Ragnarok], the Vanir gods did not contribute at all, watching the Aesir almost completely annihilated.

At this time, Thorns sighed in his heart: Foolish brother! Even you are so eager for Njord to die. Do you know? In fact, the only chance you have to shake my rule is to join hands with this bastard you see as a murderer!

On the surface, however, Thorns smiled.

The greatest malice of fate is nothing more than this!

...

The gods and giants who had been rescued went on a drunken spree in the Palace of Joy all night and then slept exhaustedly for a whole day.

Early in the morning of the third day, they brought their reassembled mortal army and arrived early at the square outside Valhalla, waiting for their God-King to review their troops, and also waiting for new miracles to descend.

This time, standing on the reviewing platform was no longer the unreliable Odin, but their invincible Emperor Thorns.

Thorns looked at Odin, who looked a little listless below the stage, and said privately, "My foolish brother! It's been three days. Have you figured out why you lost?"

Odin lowered his head: "I lost because I don't have the powerful divine power that you, big brother, have."

Thorns shook his head: "No! You lost because you are still too foolish after drinking from the Well of Wisdom."

"Ah?" Odin looked up, full of disbelief, and blurted out: "Impossible!"

Not to mention him, even the gods nearby pricked up their gossipy ears when they heard this.

Thorns gave Odin the final blow: "If I were you, even if I hadn't obtained the [Sword of the Nine Realms], I would have used the [Winter] divinity alone to create a giant stone in Asgard that was 10 times the volume of the Golden Palace and directly smashed it onto Vanaheim. If that's not enough, then 100 times! How could Njord resist?"

Odin gaped.

This, this crazy plan, he had never even thought of!

But on closer thought, it seemed like it really could be done.

Asgard is the highest, and Vanaheim, which is so much lower, has no room to resist at all.

Odin suddenly regretted it immensely: "If we do it now..."

"No! Opportunities like that, once missed, are missed. If it were your brother, of course, I would have a better way."

Odin suddenly felt extremely resentful and confused: Am I really that stupid?!

Odin was completely reduced in dimension by the wisdom of the transmigrator.

Over here, Thorns ignored the dejected Odin and led the army to the cliffs on the west side of Asgard.

He simply raised his hand and made a [pulling] motion towards the void.

In the darkness, all the viewers seemed to hear a "pop" sound, as if something had been pulled out.

"Look!" Heimdall on the other side was actually the first to react, but it was the Bow God Ullr who actually shouted.

Vanaheim—the ocean world made on the basis of the Ginningagap—at this moment, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the sea.

Only Njord could truly feel that in that exaggeratedly huge vortex, hundreds of thousands of cubic meters of water were lost every second.

Where did it go?

Njord didn't know, he only knew that this water had inexplicably left the Vanaheim world and flowed into a huge sinkhole in the neighboring Midgard world because a plug had been pulled.

The seawater was still the same seawater, but the problem was that when this seawater left Vanaheim, it was no longer within the scope controlled by his divinity, which meant that this seawater no longer belonged to him.

This was tantamount to stripping away more than 90% of his divine power.

"No—" The entire Sea God Temple echoed with Njord's heart-wrenching screams of despair.

Asgard.

Thorns handed the [Sword of Jotunheim] to Odin.

"My foolish brother! Would you mind bestowing a real blizzard upon Vanaheim?"

Odin's widened eyes were filled with the ecstasy of revenge: "Yes, my Emperor!"

Divine Punishment [Rime]!

Descend—