Stupid Odin

This time, it was the goddess Siva's turn to be surprised: 【Are you actually a true god?】

【To be precise, a clone of a true god. I don't remember anything from my world; that true self didn't grant me any memories, only enough skills. Uh, now it seems, the skills aren't quite enough.】

The goddess Siva looked pleased: 【Is your world powerful?】

【Very powerful.】

【Good. I'll tell you everything I know.】

Loki's expression was subtle.

As a god of trickery and mischief, his ability to read people's expressions was unmatched in the entire Aesir pantheon.

When a strange goddess suddenly pours her heart out to you—cough, and not in a physical way—it's inherently very strange.

Over the long years, it's normal for deities to change their personalities and become more profound.

Conversely, those like the youth goddess Iðunn, who are always willing to trust strangers, are the exception.

This is enemy territory!

A goddess who is theoretically an enemy, pouring out everything to a strange scout, frantically spewing venom and cursing her own chief god—this scene is absurd.

Recalling how those damned Aztec gods treated the descended gods, trampling their dignity and slaughtering their subordinates,

it all became very logical.

【Kiro! Those Aztec gods and their priests are all fucking insane!】

【Suka!】

【They actually cut open the belly of one of my fanatical followers. She was pregnant!】

【To celebrate the completion of a pyramid, those madmen sacrificed forty thousand people! Thirty thousand were Slavic people, and ten thousand were their own! Can you imagine? Those lunatics fanatically offered up their own relatives.】

【For three consecutive days, the entire river was stained red. And that damned stench nauseated me for a whole month.】

【Then, when the plague broke out, those madmen sacrificed nearly a hundred thousand more!】

【They didn't even give us descended gods a corner of the celestial realm, just crammed us in here like pigs and dogs, living with mortals. And then, during their festivals, they'd draw unlucky ones from the descended gods to kill.】

【It's been getting worse lately. They actually want us Slavs to send demigods or attendant gods to compete with the Yoruba pantheon, with the losing side being blood sacrificed.】

Clearly, Siva was almost driven mad. As if to relieve her inner tension and anger, she gesticulated wildly and spoke non-stop for over ten minutes.

It was only after she finished speaking that Loki's clone smiled and said: 【Respected goddess Siva, aren't you afraid that I'm actually an Aztec spy, reporting directly to the god-king?】

Unexpectedly, Siva leaned back, her expression blank, and two lines of divine tears slid down her cheeks.

【I don't think you are. You don't have that Aztec madness. Even if you are, I accept it. Kill me, anything is better than suffering here. Do you know? I was originally the goddess of love and fertility. But now, I have no 'love' left. The only reason I'm kept alive is because I can promote the fertility of slaves, to provide them as sacrifices for blood rituals.】

【What a terrible world.】

【Isn't it?】 Siva's beautiful face was full of bitterness: 【Can you tell me about your world?】

【I'm sorry, I have no memory of that. I can only say that my world is very strong. In my heart, I always have that belief.】

【Whatever. I'm tired.】 Siva felt a little bored, she waved her hand: 【If you have anything else you want to ask, you can ask my divine attendant, Natasha.】

Siva pointed to the demigod attendant who had been guarding the door.

Loki turned his gaze and saw that the attendant revealed a complex look mixed with hope and hesitation. Since it was the goddess's order, the divine attendant nodded and stated her course of action.

“You can come to me at any time, just say the password 【Mother is the greatest】.”

Loki nodded.

In the next instant, his body transformed into a stream of light and disappeared on the spot.

The goddess Siva finally revealed a surprised expression: “This is actually just a phantom of his clone? Amazing! Even I was deceived.”

A day later, Downs received news of Loki requesting an audience.

He summoned Loki and learned the above information.

“Excellent infiltration.” Downs genuinely applauded Loki.

“Being able to help Your Majesty is my greatest honor as a subject.” Loki bowed gracefully. His flattery was truly unmatched when he put his heart into it. Even Downs felt a bit overwhelmed by the sweetness.

The information Loki obtained was absolutely important.

If the Slavic pantheon was already obscure, then the Yoruba pantheon was definitely obscure among the obscure. According to Loki's description, it was probably an African black pantheon.

Not only are the myths not widely circulated, but there are also many unintegratable fragmented narratives, and even various contradictions.

Downs rubbed his brow, he didn't intend to delve into it.

He only needed to know that the Aztecs were pushing too hard, and the remaining gods of the Slavic and Yoruba pantheons both wanted to find an opportunity to rebel.

The enemies not being united was a good thing.

Soon, Downs gathered the core deities and announced the latest news.

The gods smiled.

Freyr stepped forward: “The enemies not being united is a good thing for us.”

Thor shrugged: “A boring opponent. Better than nothing.”

Enki instead raised a new doubt: “The fact that such a tyrannical pantheon can still run rampant, doesn't that conversely prove that the combat power of these Aztec gods is very strong?”

Thor's eyes lit up: “That makes sense!”

Loki suggested: “We need to pay attention to their curse techniques, and the possibility that they might suddenly increase their power through blood sacrifice.”

The gods expressed their opinions, supplementing and filling in the gaps with various suggestions.

Downs selectively adopted some of them. At the same time, he transferred these fragments of thought that Loki's clone brought back to the Akkadian gods to see.

Although there were only ten of these descended gods, Downs understood the principle that a thousand-mile dam can be destroyed by an ant nest.

He didn't ask these Akkadian deities to work hard in the upcoming war, as long as they didn't drag their feet in various ways at that time.

Downs issued a new order to Loki: “Continue to maintain contact with the Slavic gods. It would be best to co-opt a few of their capable deities.”

“Then how should they respond?”

Downs pondered: “Let them revolt only when we invade the Aztec heartland.”

“That late?”

“Of course! If they revolt as soon as the worlds come into contact, their losses might be great.”

“Understood.”

Loki soon contacted his clone and went to see Siva.

The goddess Siva was very happy to hear this, and immediately raised another question: “Why not let us rebel as soon as the war starts? We only need an opportunity.”

Loki shook his head: “Because our lord… is kind!”