Stupid Odin

As the God of the Deep Sea, Aegir's eyesight wasn't strong; in fact, his eyes were quite fragile.

By the time he instinctively blocked, a terrifying shockwave of lightning immediately rippled out from his hand like a bright halo, and he instantly regretted it.

“Ahhh—”

The blue scales on his right arm were stimulated by the lightning, peeling and flying outwards, while his high-tenacity skin, originally made for naval warfare, instantly turned to charcoal, to the point where his right arm involuntarily swung outwards due to a nervous reflex.

The opponent was thirty meters tall, which wasn't short, but compared to Aegir's hundred-meter height, this was like an infant.

With a slap, Thor, unable to dodge, had no choice but to instantly shrink, reducing his force-bearing area.

“Boom!”

The hammer-wielding god, sent flying like a cannonball, crashed into a submarine reef at a 30-degree angle, and the surrounding earth shook for a moment.

How could the assault of the Aesir gods end there?

Another bearded Aesir jumped out of the iridescent light, not as large as the lightning man just now, but still 25 meters tall.

He exhaled and threw a 'giant toothpick' at Aegir!

No, that was just an illusion.

The 'toothpick' had just left the second Aesir's arm when its size suddenly increased and lengthened, and in the time it took to breathe, it had become a 40-meter-long 'short spear'.

Before Aegir could react, the space in front of the spear tip shattered, as if piercing a non-existent pane of glass, and then the spear tip disappeared.

The next second, when the spear reappeared, Aegir had already been shot.

His three-meter-thick, sturdy chest muscles, one-meter-thick, high-density, tough skin, and half-meter-thick, iron-hard blue scales couldn't stop the spear's momentum.

His massive divine body intersected with the shadow of the 'short spear'.

The spear pierced through his entire chest in the next second, bursting out from his back, drawing a bright arc in the air, and incidentally bringing out a string of blue, stinky blood beads, as well as a considerable amount of heart muscle fragments.

“Ahhh—how dare you injure the supreme me?!” Aegir roared.

Little did he know that the curse he uttered in pain and injury had become the starting gun for the Aesir gods' all-out attack.

You're supreme?

Then what about our God-King?

A large group of Aesir gods and giants rushed out of the iridescent light, stepping on the seawater on the seabed, and charged towards Aegir with various weapons.

It must be said that Aegir, the God of the Deep Sea, still had some tricks up his sleeve.

Faced with the arrival of powerful enemies, a large group of his sea monsters, even in the absence of the ocean's protection, still relied on Aegir's divine power to put a water bubble on their bodies, allowing them to fight these giants, who clearly came from the land, in the atmospheric environment.

Unfortunately, if it was a naval battle, the Aesir gods and giants would mostly be unable to gain an advantage.

When it comes to land warfare, a hundred shrimp soldiers and crab generals are no match for a single Aesir god!

A strangely shaped anglerfish person, resembling a 10-meter-long anglerfish with a pair of scaled humanoid limbs, had just raised a long fork when the God of War, Tyr, raised a shining golden divine sword and slashed at the fish person from afar.

“Tss!”

After a strange sound of air being cut, the huge fish person was bisected in mid-air without any warning. Actually, saying there was no warning wasn't entirely accurate; if one's dynamic vision was strong enough, one could see that a vertical line of light first appeared between the fish person's eyebrows, and then spread to the lower body.

Next to him, a large crab with a body width of at least forty meters rushed towards the God of Light, Baldr, wielding two large pincers, and then it took a light bullet to the forehead.

The hard shell, like melted iron, first melted into a shiny, ice-cream-like substance, and then quickly dissipated into a pile of golden light dust in mid-air.

Look, even Tyr and Baldr, such righteous gods, have been reduced to running errands for people's divine envoys, which shows to what extent the Aesir gods' combat power has overflowed in this battle.

There's no other way!

The other side only had two particularly powerful righteous gods, but they were both pre-assigned. Tyr and Baldr didn't want to learn from Vidar and bully his nine daughters. Those so-called "Wave Maidens" all had snow-white breasts and arms, deep blue eyes, and soft, enchanting figures.

If they went, they would be competing with the other Aesir gods for wives. These two righteous gods, full of justice, couldn't bring themselves to do that, so they could only come and bully the weak.

Those Wave Maidens tried their best to resist, but they couldn't stand one divine sack after another being put over their heads!

After a few rounds, only the strongest, Bara * Giant Wave, was still struggling to support herself, and that was because the mighty god, Magni, was afraid of killing her if he hit too hard, so he slowed down.

And the Deep Sea Goddess, Lan, was facing the Death Goddess, Hela.

When Lan saw a demigod, half-ghost goddess appear in her field of vision, and the other party was also leading a terrifying hellhound that was a hundred meters long, she was startled.

Hela's clear, cold voice rang in Lan's ears: "Stealing souls from Helheim, are you happy?"

The situation is stronger than the gods!

If the sea was still there, Lan would definitely kill the other party without saying a word.

If fighting on land, the Sea Clan's strength would be directly cut in half. She shifted her gaze, glanced at the overall defeat, and became more and more timid: "We can compensate."

“Very well, then use your soul to atone for your sins!”

“So there's no room for negotiation!”

“From the moment you massacred ships bearing the Aesir clan's emblem! The door to negotiation has already been closed!” Hela sat comfortably on the broad back of the hellhound, pointing remotely at the equally hateful enemy who stole the souls of the drowned. Her hellhound, Garm, immediately set off at a frantic pace.

Wherever the rampaging hellhound's giant paws stepped, large patches of scorched earth were sure to be produced. Its ultra-low-temperature soul flames were a great impact on the souls of any living being.

Just by looking at Garm, Lan lost the courage to confront it head-on.

She threw out her nets as always.

These throwing nets, woven from deep-sea mutated spider silk, could even trap large ships. However, just as she threw them out, Lan despaired.

A burst of cyan netherfire burned on the throwing nets, turning her proud throwing nets to ashes in an instant.

Not only did her throwing nets not stop the monster in the slightest, but because she was overly confident in the throwing nets, she lost her last chance to escape.

She only felt a blur before her eyes, and countless teeth stabbed at her from almost all angles, front, back, left, right, up, and down.

“Ah!”

She only managed to let out a scream, and even though she was over fifty meters tall, half of her body was still swallowed into the hellhound Garm's bloody maw.

A foul-smelling blue blood spurted out of the hellhound's mouth with a "puff" and splashed all over Lan's face.

It took her a full two seconds to realize that this was her blood!