Stupid Odin

"Face me, you bastard! Stop playing petty tricks all day long!" Enlil roared, his arms spread wide, causing the sky to tremble violently. His body shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Thors.

The wind pressure generated by Enlil as he swept across the sky created a terrifying storm in half of the battlefield.

Even the gods of both realms, locked in their own battles, had long since avoided this pair of god-kings. Yet, the aftermath of the storm still made it difficult for many god attendants to stand firm.

Fortunately, this was not a densely populated area where mortals lived, or one could imagine entire towns being destroyed.

Even with the sparse life, the thick fog that had never dissipated from Niflheim since its birth was forcefully blown away by Enlil's overwhelming power. Large and small hills were flattened by the gale, and countless rocks were turned into tiny fragments, scattering outward like raindrops in a storm.

Enlil's attack was undoubtedly full of momentum.

But it was only full of momentum.

He used the gale as a means of attack, but Thors responded with a simple wall of air.

Two wind elements, seemingly identical but with completely different laws of air, collided violently in mid-air. At that moment, both skies flickered with the radiance of the laws colliding.

In that invisible turbulence of wind, only the most supreme elemental gods could barely glimpse the scattered lines of law within.

Unfortunately, most of the gods on both sides were too busy focusing on defeating their opponents and trying to avoid the shockwaves from the battle between the two god-kings.

"Die! Die! Why won't you die?" Enlil was definitely a grumpy old man in the standard sense.

Thors, on the other hand, understood this irritable guy a little.

This was the classic elemental god.

Gods who controlled wind and fire were basically like this.

Looking at the Aesir side, both he and Thor were the kind of gods with too much humanity. In fact, they, father and son, were the odd ones out.

Thors glanced around and used several laws in succession, but found that they were not very effective.

Enlil was a standard elemental god. His existence, his divine power, even his life force were completely tied to the Sumerian world. As long as there was wind in this world, he would be immortal.

He himself was the embodiment of the existence of [Wind].

There were really not many ways to defeat Enlil.

Having tricked Enlil twice at the beginning was already the limit of what Thors could do on the level of laws.

The rest, in theory, was a head-on confrontation with no fancy moves.

"Thors, you die for me, ahhhhh—" Enlil roared furiously, the gale rippling from his body causing the clouds in the sky to roll and collapse backward, forming a huge hole in the sky in a short time.

In Enlil's imagination, the other party should have been submerged and drowned by his endless gale.

But no matter how he stirred the wind element, the other party's even more enormous divine body remained as still as a mountain. Not a single wisp of wind could blow within a mile of Thors.

Enlil soon discovered that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to draw wind elements.

"This is…" Only now did he realize that as he chased, Thors retreated. In the process of high-speed aerial combat, the two had left the junction of the two worlds and moved far into the 'depths' of the Jötunheimr world. They were no longer in the sky above that misty continent, but had flown to the sky above a continent full of seawater.

"Idiot, have you finally discovered it?" Thors's lips curled into a smile.

"What?" Enlil suddenly lost his voice.

He finally realized that he had chased too deeply. This was no longer the Sumer he was familiar with, but the central area of ​​the enemy world.

In the sky, there was a wind element that he was unfamiliar with.

Those could also be called [Wind], but not the wind that he could call upon at will.

Drawing divine power from the wind was as laborious as squeezing oil from a stone.

Of course, Enlil didn't know that wind and wind could be different. Just as he couldn't possibly know that the shallow oil close to the surface and the shale oil deep in the earth were not on the same level of difficulty to extract.

That feeling of suffocation, where he needed to take ten breaths to recover, but couldn't breathe no matter how hard he tried, was something Enlil had experienced for the first time in his life.

He was like a prisoner with his limbs tied and several sheets of wet rawhide paper covering his face, struggling desperately, but sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.

"No! You, what did you do?" Enlil frantically questioned Thors, who was soaring in the sky ahead.

"What was before was just an appetizer, now is the main course!" Thors raised his hands remotely, and the relatively calm sea below suddenly rose with ten thousand zhang of waves.

'Ten thousand zhang' is indeed a descriptive adjective.

What Thors really did was to suppress the god with momentum.

This was not an illusion. Enlil suddenly realized that the sky was lower! To be precise, the distance between the sea and the sky suddenly shortened.

Thors was not a proper wind god, he was the god of the sky.

Just like the Sumerian sky god Anu, mastering the sky itself was his divine duty.

What Thors was doing now was actually changing the height of the Jötunheimr world barrier above this area. Don't look at this world barrier as just a layer of air barrier that any god can easily break into. Within the barrier, you can still talk about the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind. Outside the barrier, there is only endless chaos.

Thors was like wrapping dumplings, suddenly pulling out a huge 'dumpling skin' with the sky, wrapping Enlil, this fat piece of meat.

There were two cups of poison in front of Enlil: either he broke through the atmosphere and went to the chaotic universe, and then didn't know if Thors would follow; or he would be imprisoned by the sky and finally pressed into the sea that he was extremely unfamiliar with.

"Bastard ah—" Enlil's final choice was to break through to the sky.

How could Thors let him get his way.

The entire sky twisted violently, and just as Enlil was sprinting towards the sky with all his strength, the sky of the Jötunheimr world suddenly became incomparably strong and turned into a huge air foot that reached the sky and the earth, and kicked down fiercely.

"Ah—"

This kick didn't do much damage, but it was extremely insulting.

Even though Enlil was surrounded by the wind element he controlled, making his entire body seem like it was wrapped in a huge balloon.

The opposite air, however, had a clear downward kick and then the sole of the foot was pressed left and right like wiping the sole of a shoe.

"You, how can you treat me like this?! I am the supreme god-king—"

All the wailing of the great 'His Majesty the God-King' became a classic rage of incompetence. He couldn't maintain his height and was trampled hundreds of meters from mid-air by this super big foot before he stabilized his figure.

Enlil immediately realized that his divine body was already in the seabed.

He was dumbfounded.

Weren't we fighting in the air?

How did it turn into an underwater battle?

Thors's divine voice came from afar: "Welcome to another of my divine domains—[Water]!"