Stupid Odin

Thurisaz was listlessly enjoying Freyja's service.

Now that the former Vanir gods had completely integrated into the Aesir, he naturally knew that Freyja was eyeing the position of Queen of the Gods, and all she lacked was a powerful divine child.

Unfortunately, a powerful divine child was not something that could be produced on demand.

The Golden Court world had just been ravaged by Chaos, and Odin's creation of so many Chaos beasts had greatly damaged the world's vitality.

The world did not have the surplus energy or inclination to grant the Aesir more new god slots, so Freyja was destined to work in vain.

Thurisaz did not plan to tell her the truth, as it would dampen her enthusiasm. In any case, Thurisaz had already fathered a bunch of fourth-generation gods, and if anything else happened, Freyja would be the one to take the blame.

Recently, Freyja had even approached her older brother, Freyr, only to be mocked by him for being a desert goddess who couldn't bear children.

Freyja, instead, worked even harder, to the point where Gullveig could only step aside and act as a supporting player.

Thurisaz was just responsible for enjoying himself.

Suddenly, Thurisaz said, "This time, we've found a treasure!"

The two goddesses were taken aback.

"What?"

"Nothing, Odin has good news." Thurisaz smiled mysteriously.

"Really?!" They both exclaimed in surprise.

"It's nothing urgent. Let's finish what we're doing first, then we'll summon the gods later."

"Okay." The two goddesses worked even harder.

A new world! A new conquest!

One must know that gods can also be divided into different ranks, and the more bottom-tier gods there are, the higher the status of the Vanir would be in comparison. No matter what, they were all [native gods], and they had joined the Aesir relatively early. Once they conquered another world, they would naturally be a level above the conquered.

Half a day later, in the Silver Palace, the gods who already knew about this matter felt a faint excitement in their hearts when they saw the refreshed Thurisaz, but more of the outer followers and giants were still unaware of what had happened.

Thurisaz first pretended to announce another matter:

"My subordinates were negligent, leading to the escape of Odin's remnant soul to another world. Odin's remnant soul itself is not important; at best, he is just a mortal soul, after all, the core of his soul has long been absorbed by me to become the sword spirit of the [Asgard Sword]. What I want to talk about is the matter of that world, which I will tentatively call the [Celtic World]."

Odin actually had a remnant soul left?

A mortal-level soul could escape from a closely guarded soul prison?

Anyone with a bit of intelligence immediately realized the huge trickery involved.

Some beings felt that this matter was outrageous.

Some beings secretly breathed a sigh of relief—the God-King, who had not completely obliterated his younger brother's soul, had secretly let his brother's soul escape. It seemed that His Majesty was truly kind-hearted. If they themselves encountered such a thing, it would be impossible for them to spare the other party, even if it was their own younger brother. As expected, Odin was the truly insane madman.

Everyone was quickly attracted by the new information.

Thurisaz had Brunhilde act as the narrator, and after demonstrating the events of the other world, the entire hall erupted into a wave of excited commotion.

Thor could not contain his inner excitement the most: "Father! Is there new news?!"

"That's right! I sent three waves of Einherjar, but none of them sent back any news. This time, I threw Odin's remnant soul over there, and immediately had an unexpected surprise. This time, I have confirmed that the ruling divine race of the other world is called the [Tuatha Dé Danann]!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves!

The inner excitement of a group of Aesir and giants could not be controlled at all.

Counting the entire divine race, there were not even five gods capable of farming.

These fierce gods, worshiped by the Vikings, were all barbarians at heart. Robbing was much easier for them than farming. These guys were already discussing what they could do after conquering the other world.

Thurisaz let them stir for a while before raising his hand to stop their endless discussion.

"I did say that the Golden Court world had just ended the invasion of Chaos and needed to recuperate. But it is the world that needs to recuperate, not us. I believe that if the fusion of two worlds can be facilitated, the Golden Court world will become even stronger." Thurisaz tried to choose pleasant words.

In short, this would be a brutal invasion.

However, Thurisaz's way of thinking was still too 'lawful'. Those giants whose foundations were quite 'chaotic' did not care about this at all.

"Your Majesty! When will we kill them?!" Hrugnir, the strongest giant on the surface, roared, brandishing his flint club, and the giants behind him were all cheering.

Over here, Freyr, who had already obtained first-hand information from his sister Freyja, rarely showed a warlike side. It had been a while, so long that everyone had almost forgotten that Freyr was once a god of war!

Freyr stepped forward and excitedly drew the [Sword of Victory]!

"Your Majesty! We Aesir have long been impatient. We yearn for Your Majesty to lead us to the next victory!"

He said 'We Aesir' so smoothly that even the pure-blooded Aesir did not feel anything was wrong. This was the benefit of a common enemy. After defeating a common mortal enemy and blocking knives for each other on the battlefield, they could truly become sworn brothers.

With him taking the lead, even the wave maidens jumped out to express their willingness to fight.

In the end, the entire Silver Palace was filled with the clamor of "War! War! War!"

Thurisaz raised his right hand slightly, and the hall immediately quieted down, so quiet that even a needle falling to the floor could be heard.

In a sense, this also showed Thurisaz's supreme prestige among the gods and giants!

"The previous God-King Bor, from the beginning of his clan, established that the new Aesir was an inclusive race. I inherited the position of God-King and have always been diligent, not daring to forget my original intention. Therefore, we welcome the joining of new friends, and we resolutely reject the chaotic ones who destroy the world. Therefore, the rules we have established, we must abide by!"

Thurisaz changed the subject: "The Tuatha Dé Danann of the Celtic world, harboring Odin, a traitor to the Golden Court world, is tacitly approving the spread of Chaos and is a provocation to the entire order of the Golden Court world. Such a heinous crime must be severely punished! However, I will give the Tuatha Dé Danann a chance to defend themselves. If the Tuatha Dé Danann are willing to correct their mistakes and show repentance and submission, we…"

Thurisaz babbled on for a while, but in short, it was to prevent those guys under him from going astray.

It was easy to indulge in looting, but once the war stopped, these fools who killed indiscriminately would become a source of chaos, and Thurisaz would have a headache in peacetime.

It was okay to start a war, but it had to be a righteous war!

Odin's escape was Thurisaz's best declaration of war!

Thurisaz concluded, "In half a year at the earliest, and a year at the latest, there will be a result as to whether it will be war or peace. Everyone, go back and prepare for war!"

"Yes—" Even if those guys were excited, they knew that they had to abide by the rules.

This was the benefit of the world being ordered!

In any case, they had new hope.