Stupid Odin

“Ugh…” Odin groaned, his only remaining eye bulging.

It was as if this was a replay of Thors' attack nearly a month ago. Again, it was this greatsword, and under its fearsome power, Odin couldn't move an inch.

Even as Odin exerted all his strength, attempting to unleash greater absolute power to overturn this immensely heavy sword, the more force he used, the heavier the weight from the sword became.

How ridiculous!

Before joining Chaos, he was pinned down by this sword.

After joining Chaos, he was still pinned down by the sword.

Wasn't his joining Chaos a waste?

“How… …pos… …sib… …le…” Veins popped out on Odin's neck, yet he couldn't break free. The damned roots of the World Tree even came to pierce his flesh, sucking his blood.

“Father—” Just then, the God of Darkness, Hodur, charged over.

As a blind man, and as an extremely introverted deity, Hodur's loyalty to Odin was absolute!

He had also received the baptism of Chaos power, becoming gigantic. He actually used his extremely thick back to take a heavy blow from Baldur, the God of Light, and launched a heavy blow towards Odin.

“Whoosh—” A storm of darkness swept in, corroding those World Tree roots, making them shrink back into the ground as if electrocuted, even slightly affecting Thors' telekinetic control.

This gave Odin a chance to counterattack.

“Ahhh!” Odin exerted force with both hands, his gigantic biceps bulging like a small mountain. With all his strength, he actually managed to throw off the [Sword of Svartalfheim] with a wrestling move!

Odin shouted, "Use whatever means you have! Thors!"

“Very good! Very spirited!” While Thors mobilized other divine swords to bombard Odin, he glanced into the distance.

As expected, he couldn't expect to win every small battlefield.

Jormungandr and Thor were victorious. In the battle between the Hellhound and the Sun-Chasing Demon Wolf, the Hellhound Garm was at a disadvantage, with multiple pieces of flesh torn off by Skoll, who was faster and more ferocious.

If it weren't for Hela interfering, occasionally using some death magic to support Garm's flesh regeneration and stamina recovery, Garm might have been defeated.

On the other side, the duel between Tyr and Vidar against Nidhogg didn't seem to be ending anytime soon either.

These two stalemates meant that Thors couldn't obtain the soul of the last [Sword of Niflheim].

In fact, either Skoll or Nidhogg, these two peerless ferocious beasts, could be used as a sword soul.

Turning his gaze to a more distant place, on that great battlefield that resembled a mortal war more than a divine war, the Order Allied Forces clearly held a certain advantage.

The Frost Giant King, Frim, was shot through the thigh by Yul, who had recovered, and fell from his mount. Forced to fight on land, Frim engaged Heimdall in a fierce but brief confrontation.

In the end, Heimdall paid the price of taking a hammer blow to Frim's abdomen to completely behead the Frost Giant King.

Something somewhat unexpected to the gods happened. When Heimdall held up Frim's head high, the rebellious Frost Giants not only did not cower, but were completely enraged, launching a tidal wave of attacks on the Aesir.

In this great battle, a small interlude occurred:

“Idun?!”

“Bragi?!”

This divine couple had originally chosen different camps.

When Bragi, the God of Poetry, who had little Chaos aura on his body, encountered Idun, the Goddess of Youth, in full battle armor, Bragi was dumbfounded: “Idun! Why are you on the battlefield too?”

“Damn it! Isn't it all your crazy father's fault! As a member of the Aesir, fighting is my honor!”

“I…”

“Since you're standing in front of me, be prepared to face my wrath!” Idun raised her divine sword and slashed at Bragi.

The usually timid God of Poetry actually made a very clumsy response. He raised his shield to block Idun's sword, and then actually tried to snatch the sword.

His movements were too slow. He had no concept of the combat power of his kind goddess, who was always nice to everyone. Idun flicked her wrist, and the blade deflected Bragi's sword.

That wasn't the end of it!

Idun actually grabbed Bragi's armor collar with her left hand and stuck the sword into the ground with her right, slapping him repeatedly.

“Slap slap slap!”

A series of slaps were delivered.

“Idiot! Bastard! Fool! Is becoming a monster that good? Why don't you turn me into a six-headed monster too?” Idun scolded as she hit him.

The honest god's anger was so terrifying that Bragi was completely stunned.

“Stop hitting me! Honey, stop hitting me!”

“Shut up! Who's your honey!”

“I… I surrender!”

“Where's your Chaos power? Why don't you grow tall and big?”

“I, I'm not adapted to Chaos power. I vomited after absorbing a little. Father has given up on me.” Bragi said with a mournful face.

“That's good! You stand up for me, take your sword and follow me to chop Chaos Giants! Afterwards, I'll risk my life to plead with His Majesty the God-King, to spare your life.”

“Ah, this…”

“Idiot! Do you think your mad father can still win?” Idun pointed to the distance.

Bragi was dumbfounded.

Two of the ferocious beasts that his father Odin had boasted about being ridiculously powerful had already been killed. And Odin himself was being brutally beaten by his good older brother, with seven or eight divine swords flying back and forth in the air, each time leaving more wounds on Odin's body, and large chunks of Chaos flesh being cut off.

If Odin didn't have an extremely strong self-healing ability, Odin would have completely lost this king-to-king battle.

Bragi was heartbroken and finally nodded, answering softly: "Okay."

Idun was overjoyed at the time and shouted: "The rebellious God of Poetry, Bragi, has recognized his mistake, corrected his errors, and returned to the command of His Majesty God-King Thors!"

This shout made the surrounding Aesir gods drop their jaws, with a strange sense of absurdity.

But seeing the bruised and swollen Bragi, and looking at the fiercely powerful Idun, everyone suddenly understood something.

Especially after seeing Bragi barely showing his power and rushing up to kill an enemy Frost Giant, everyone acquiesced to Bragi's return.

Overall, the Aesir side had fewer giants, but better equipment.

Both were giants, one side was the Aesir giants, armed to the teeth, starting with full body armor; the other side was the rebellious giants who couldn't even find clothes, with only a piece of broken animal skin used as a loincloth. What would the exchange ratio be when the two sides fought, that goes without saying, right?

Both sides were using heavy weapons. If one side was hit, they would be disemboweled, while the other side could at least take a few hits before kneeling. In a real fight, the attrition ratio was at least 4:1.

Fortunately, even if the rebellious giants' big wooden clubs couldn't smash the opponent's fine armor, they could still cause blunt force damage, otherwise the attrition ratio would be more than that.

Just as the scales of victory were tilting towards the Aesir side, a rumbling sound of footsteps came from the distant earth.

A ridiculously large mammoth charged over!

This scene made Thors' pupils shrink.