Stupid Odin

"Look! What is that?"

This scene was witnessed by countless mortals in the Celtic world.

The moment the sky collapsed and broke, countless ignorant mortals were so frightened that they fainted, but the next scene revived them.

The sky fell! Then it was patched up!

In a way that mortals could not imagine!

This was not an illusion. Everyone felt that the laws of the world were undergoing drastic changes. An incomparably great power was descending, taking over the chaotic and devastated Celtic world in a relatively gentle manner.

Mortals finally noticed the anomaly in the clouds, and a sacred aura unfamiliar to them permeated the atmosphere.

When their brains, which had been shocked into numbness, finally carefully distinguished, they were surprised to find that a pair of huge golden eyes, spanning the entire sky, were watching the Celtic world with profound gaze, and also watching everyone here!

The roots of the World Tree plunged into the ocean, and then a ripple called [Life] rippled across this ocean, which had already been heavily polluted by chaos, spreading in all directions.

Circle after circle, like a submarine's sonar system, explored every place above, below, and under the sea that had been polluted by chaos in an orderly manner.

At the same time, Odin felt that he was forcibly disconnected from his connection with the various chaotic energy clusters.

The voices of chaos were still noisy, but they no longer responded to him, the self-proclaimed King of Chaos.

Odin was frightened as if he had been awakened from a nightmare. His chaotic kingdom had not yet fully unfolded, and it was being swallowed by order in reverse.

Indeed, his Celtic chaotic energy was an incurable disease for the Celtic world. To eliminate such a large amount of chaotic energy, the Celtic world would have to be buried with it in minutes.

When the remaining order energy of the Celtic world is added to all the order power of the Jötunheimr world, then this level of chaos is nothing.

This is the ruthless crushing of size!

"No! No! No—Big Brother, you can't treat me like this—"

[Curse me as Downs when you hate me, call me Big Brother when you beg for mercy?]

Downs's teasing voice came from the sky above Odin's head: [Whether you are a human or a god, you can't just call me Big Brother when you beg for mercy!]

The color drained from Odin's face.

It was like this again!

Odin realized that all his plans were just a joke. He had been dancing in his Big Brother's palm all along without knowing it.

This terrible discovery made Odin despair!

Odin's heart was completely broken.

He almost watched helplessly as the Celtic world, in cooperation with the roots of the World Tree, was dragged onto the 'body' of the Jötunheimr world and began to merge worlds.

What?

The sky of the Celtic world collapsed?

It doesn't matter!

Our two worlds are good brothers, sharing a sky!

Even during the fusion process, the Celtic world, which had collapsed due to the detachment of chaotic patches, was not taken advantage of.

Because the [Sky] law injected by Downs temporarily held up the Celtic world, and persisted until it merged into the atmosphere of the Jötunheimr world.

"Rumble!"

The Celtic world was trembling slightly, perfectly merging with another world.

This process was so fast that it might not even take ten minutes in total.

This was not a temporary idea at all. This was definitely premeditated. Downs took advantage of Odin's inability to see the outer space, and had the two worlds talk about it long ago, and let the Jötunheimr world come to the Celtic world early to stand by.

Odin rarely gave up struggling. He didn't give any orders, allowing those inferior Fomorians to be slaughtered all the way by the Æsir giants from Jötunheimr.

Ailata was hammered to death, and the three-legged Lancelot failed to escape Gawain's pursuit. He was chopped off his three legs and dragged to King Arthur like a dead dog.

King Arthur could forgive Lancelot once because of his love for Guinevere, but he couldn't forgive a demon knight who had fallen into chaos.

[The Sword of Promised Victory] still beheaded this knight whom he once trusted the most.

After the Fomorians discovered that Odin was lying flat and waiting to die, they simply dispersed in a panic, fleeing in all directions.

It's a pity that their 'short legs' compared to the Jötunheimr giants, how could they outrun these real giants who were several times taller than them?

Hrungnir led his men, striding after these guys, knocking them all dead with one stick each.

Thor, Freyr, Tyr and other avatars of the Æsir gods surrounded Odin.

"Odin! Are you ready to atone for the suffering of this world?"

Thor swung the 'Meow Meow Hammer' in his hand, looking eager to try.

Unexpectedly, Freyr stopped him: "Thor! His Majesty said that no matter what, it is inappropriate to kill blood relatives. Why not leave it to me!"

Downs's group of good sons were immediately speechless and completely lost their temper.

At first, it was not appropriate for Thor to kill Odin when he was at his peak, let alone now. Moreover, who takes Odin's head is no longer important now.

Odin's appearance of lying flat and waiting to die is just to put an end to the turmoil in Celtic.

This is not worthy of the word 'glory' for any Æsir god.

Just then, a clear female voice suddenly joined the discussion.

"Since the gods are too disgusted to kill Odin with their own hands, why not let me, Scáthach—this 'native' of the Celtic world—make the final blow, how about it?"

Purple-red long hair fluttered in the wind, and the scarlet red pupils had a strange transparency that seemed to see through everything in the world.

Especially when she appeared with a shrunken version of [Gungnir], the expressions of the Æsir gods were very wonderful.

Indeed!

The Celtic world was harmed by Odin, and it is reasonable for a Celt to take revenge.

The problem lies in…

A Celt using Odin's own divine spear to end Odin's life is killing him and punishing his heart!

Odin instantly exploded, his body hair stood up like a hedgehog, his body rapidly expanded, and he picked up the 'Five-Colored Cannon' magic spear he had snatched and threw it at Scáthach's head.

"Go to hell! Mortal! I am the supreme Æsir God King Odin! Only a true God King can take my life—"

The brilliance of [Brionac] is very dazzling!

However, the attack method of this 'bombarding five stars' is still a bit mundane after all.

Scáthach's double attack is more powerful than [Brionac]!

Odin's pectoral muscles and heart, which he had specially strengthened after coming to this world, failed to block the double attack of [Piercing Death Thorn Spear] and [Gungnir]!

Scáthach's combo with space shattering attributes cannot be resisted by Odin's body, which is forcibly pieced together with chaotic power.

"Bang!"

On Odin's broad back, a cone-shaped scattering of blood and flesh splashed out into the sky.

The Celtic King of Chaos Odin… died again!