Stupid Odin

Until the moment Downs grasped the divine sword in his right hand, the gods and giants in the hall instinctively felt that this was more of a ceremonial sword than a practical one.

Simply put, for an Asa god with a height of six meters, a two-meter-long sword was too short; wielding it would be like using an oversized dagger.

When the suspended Sword of Jotunheim fell into Downs' palm, the frost on the sword suddenly burst open, and the entire sword began to transform.

"Ah?"

"What?"

"This is…"

The Golden Palace was filled with exclamations. Every pair of eyes was filled with surprise and shock!

What they thought was the sword was actually the handle.

Odin thought he had a brilliant idea when he used a branch of the World Tree to create Gungnir, but who would have thought that his elder brother would use a branch of the World Tree as a hilt, and then use a sharpened tusk of Ymir, the ancestor of the frost giants, as the spine (the raised part in the middle of the blade), and finally use condensed frost to form a four-meter-long blade and guard.

This was a two-handed greatsword as tall as the God-King!

More than the magical construction, what made the giants feel a strong sense of oppression was the aura emanating from the sword.

Downs' pupils were calm.

But at this moment, all beings in the hall felt that other elements were being fearfully expelled from the hall, and a world of frost was descending, its power to freeze everything dominating all the elements in the hall.

They subconsciously looked around and found a large number of ugly male frost giant phantoms appearing out of thin air, trembling and kneeling towards Downs, who held the Sword of Jotunheim.

No! More than that, the air was filled with the ancestral aura familiar to the frost giants, as if they were at the feet of the ancestor Ymir, kneeling to him.

Only this time, a miniature phantom of Ymir appeared, gazing with profound eyes at every unfilial descendant who had participated in opposing him, seeming to let out a long sigh.

There was no anger, madness, or sorrow, and no emotion of resentment for their lack of ambition; only the remaining obedience to the same end.

Immediately, Ymir's phantom also knelt down towards Downs.

The giants in the hall also knelt down in unison.

Thus—

The sword was complete—

Yor, the god of archery who had joined not long ago, along with his compatriots, finally understood the meaning of the Swords of the Nine Realms—they not only represented Downs' rule over the Nine Realms and the legitimacy of kingship, but also absolute conquest!

As long as Downs held this sword, he could freely call upon the power of frost of the entire Jotunheim.

The next eight divine swords were also the same, with the branches of the World Tree as the hilt, representing the World Tree supporting a certain world. The blade formed by condensing elements on top of it was the true essence.

The Sword of Muspelheim was a sword of fire, and the sword spirit inside was naturally Surtr, the ancestor of the fire giants!

This old fellow was not as obedient as Ymir; even after so many years of death, he was still prone to exploding at the slightest touch.

Downs merely flicked the hilt, and the flames that erupted from the blade shot out thirty meters. Even from across half the palace, one could feel the terrifying heat in the fiery sword light, and hear the angry and unyielding roar of the ancestor of the fire giants.

The only thing Downs was curious about was: in myths and legends, Surtr eventually destroyed Asgard with the Fire Demon Sword. Now that he had removed Surtr, would there be other fire giants to take his place?

In any case, the divine swords with the souls of the two ancestral giants as sword spirits were definitely overwhelmingly powerful.

The Sword of Asgard represented Downs' legitimate inheritance of divine power. The blade was made of metal, using the same craftsmanship as Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, except that a large number of runes were engraved on the spine. Downs did not display it, and no one dared to ask about it.

These three swords were undoubtedly the strongest.

Although what followed was not unexpected, such as the Sword of Alfheim representing light, those swords were much smaller, the most obvious feature being that the wooden hilt was less than half a meter long. For the Asa gods, one hand could barely grip it.

If elves or humans were to use them, they would be standard two-handed sword hilts.

Everyone vaguely guessed that if necessary, Downs would bestow these swords upon his most trusted subordinates.

These will not be described one by one.

Everyone expressed doubt only about the 'Sea Sword,' the Sword of Vanaheim. This sword not only had no blade, but the hilt was also dull, disproportionate to the extraordinary power of the other eight swords.

No, it should be said that everyone had always had questions about Downs' creation of Vanaheim alone in the middle world at the beginning of creation.

Odin couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what's going on with the Sword of Vanaheim? Don't we control that world?"

Downs smiled without saying a word.

Only when Odin repeatedly pressed him did Downs mysteriously say, "The time has not yet come!"

He did not know that as soon as he said this, the two goddesses of fate, still in their swaddling clothes, clenched their little fists at the same time across time and space.

Besides the transmigrator himself, no one else would know that the nine swords he wanted were meant to represent the Nine Cauldrons.

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Now the last 'cauldron' missing is naturally the Vanaheim gods who have not yet appeared.

And what is hidden deepest in the Swords of the Nine Realms is not this.

Downs casually picked up the Sword of Muspelheim, which had a rune on it that looked like the Chinese character for 'wood' but without the horizontal stroke. Its original meaning was clarity, fire (flame; inner light); sacred fire wisdom, and so on.

Downs didn't need this thing just to release flames. The only purpose of engraving it was to make the fire 'truly and correctly' take effect.

Those who often cook cannibals know that meat will not necessarily be cooked just by roasting it.

Any obstruction of sufficient weight, or a temperature far below the ignition point, can prevent the fire from starting.

Engraving the runes gave these nine divine swords the special effect of "dealing 100% full damage 'inevitably' as long as they hit the enemy."

Simply put, this was the true damage brought about by fate!

This was the most terrifying killing move of the Swords of the Nine Realms!

Looking at these nine swords, Downs already felt sorry for Odin. Both of them obtained runes and drank from the spring of wisdom together. Odin even hung upside down and gouged out his eyes, only to get a weapon with 'space'.

Downs felt that he had done nothing and had taken away a portion of the 'fate' that originally belonged to Odin.

Foolish brother! I'm sorry!

But the world thinks that I am more intelligent and gave me 'fate'. I can't refuse, can I?

In fact, Downs had thought about whether to create a divine artifact with a 'space' attribute, a guaranteed hit effect, and true damage from 'fate'. But the will of the Jormungandr world rejected him.

Thinking about it, 'fate' is more suitable for the Vanaheim gods' constitution, which can be described as a 'legendary killing king,' than 'space' and the so-called 'guaranteed hit'.

After his subordinates retreated and there was no one else in the hall, Downs said faintly, "The Vanaheim gods? Come quickly, I can't wait any longer."