Stupid Odin

“No—” At that moment, several Daughters of Ægir who had already been pinned to the ground by the Æsir let out desperate wails.

Some Daughters of Ægir begged for mercy, but the Æsir holding them down remained unmoved.

Only Víðarr said, “Lán has infringed upon Hela's divine authority!”

If one's divine authority is seized, unless the other party is originally one's own, everyone can at least negotiate.

Otherwise, this is a classic, irreconcilable situation!

If Hela could tolerate even the theft of the authority of [Death], what kind of Death Goddess would she be in the future?

Casually sitting on the sturdy and enormous shoulders of the hellhound Garmr, Hela watched Lán's body being chewed to pieces bit by bit by the hellhound, and she couldn't be happier.

Her corpse-like half seemed even more ghostly and terrifying at this moment.

In front of the assembled Æsir, Hela felt that she had already restrained herself a lot. If she were to let out a few chuckles or something, she could foresee that from tonight onwards, no male god in the Halls of Joy would dare to ask her to dance again.

Even as she watched the blasphemer walk towards his end with cold eyes, her powerful figure had already been etched into the hearts of many male gods.

Ahem! This couldn't be helped!

Powerful goddesses always tend to drive away some less confident male gods.

On the other side, Ægir collapsed and let out a roar of impotent rage.

“Enough! Enough! I surrender! Won't you spare me?”

“No!” Thor said coldly.

“I can give you all my gold! My wives! My daughters! All of them! I only ask that you don't kill me—”

“If we don't kill you, how will the world know that the Æsir are the only true rulers of heaven and earth?” Odin said, filled with murderous intent.

The key is, if Ægir isn't killed, where would Odin get the resources to advance?

Most tragically, the wounds on Ægir's body were constantly increasing, and his proud divine blood sprayed out like strange paint, as if it cost nothing.

He could feel his divine power being rapidly weakened, but he had just arrived and hadn't hoarded much divine power in the temple.

After the home-field advantage was stripped away, he tragically found that even meeting Thjazi once had become a luxury!

“No! You can't kill me! Only another God-King can kill a God-King! You are not worthy to kill me—”

Ægir shouldn't have brought this up, because it only made Odin even angrier.

Last time, during the war with the Vanir, Odin had snatched up Njörðr at the end, only to cause a stir. This time, Thjazi had rarely announced that he wouldn't directly interfere, letting him and Thor compete. Yet Ægir actually said that Odin wasn't qualified to kill him?

Odin was furious: “Shut up! You blasphemer have no right to choose your own death!”

Thor also exploded: “You foul-mouthed bastard, I'll smash your mouth to pieces—”

Even Freyr came over and stabbed him with a sword: “In the name of the God-King Thjazi, be destroyed, false god!”

The three strong men attacked at the same time.

Freyr first used the [Sword of Victory] to cut out one of Ægir's kidneys.

[Gungnir] made a strange arc in mid-air, darting from the left rear of Ægir's body, which he couldn't defend against, and the spear plunged into his carotid artery.

Logically speaking, the credit for killing Ægir should have gone to Odin.

But Thor was just too violent!

Thor's hammer [Mjölnir] was covered with a super-huge ball of electricity, and it felt like the volume of Thor's hammer had increased more than a hundredfold.

This strike, containing nearly half the world's lightning power, was even more exaggerated and violent in the eyes of onlookers!

When Ægir's life was actually counting down, Thor smashed down with a thunder hammer…

In the lightning, there seemed to be a faint sigh from this barren ocean.

The next second, countless blue blood and shattered pieces of divine flesh spread out from Ægir's big head, blasting all the bodily tissue above his chest into powder.

From a distance, it looked like Thor had blasted half of Ægir's body into a sky full of bloody mist with one blow.

As Ægir's huge divine body softly knelt and fell to the bottom of the sea, this divine war, which was lopsided in strength but grand in scale, finally came to an end.

It wasn't until Ægir fell that Thjazi's gigantic figure appeared in a rainbow of light.

“Victory!”

“Long live His Majesty the God-King!”

“Long live the Æsir—”

Whether it was the Æsir or the giants, or the Valkyries who followed closely, they all raised their weapons and let out earth-shattering cheers.

No one dared to say that Thjazi's final appearance was stealing credit.

In fact, the moment he dried up the sea, this divine war, which was already lopsided in strength, had already been decided.

The other gods were just there to do the finishing touches.

Coming to the half of Ægir's corpse, Thjazi stretched out his left hand into the air.

Whether it was the sea or [Water].

Regardless of whether the water elements in the Nine Realms were willing, from this moment on, Thjazi's divine authority advanced from [Ocean] to a higher level of [Water].

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As long as there was even a drop of water in the Nine Realms, it would continuously provide Thjazi with divine power.

Thjazi suddenly realized that his [Sky] divine authority, in terms of elemental concepts, originally belonged to a branch of [Wind]. So, wouldn't that make him the [Feng Shui] God-King?

Ahem!

Fortunately, those god-level barbarians with muscles for brains didn't have the concept of Feng Shui.

This saved Thjazi from a little embarrassment.

Thjazi withdrew his gaze from Ægir's corpse and turned to the deep-sea god's underwater palace, suddenly feeling something.

In different myths, Ægir's origins are different.

In the epic [Edda], Ægir was an independent sea creature, and Odin had to pinch his nose to ennoble him.

In the prose [Edda], Ægir's father was the son of the ancestor giant Ymir, and he was the third generation of frost giants. According to legend, Ægir held a banquet for the gods of Asgard every winter, and by the way, he showed off his luxurious banquet hall, which was lit with glittering gold.

Thjazi was very grateful that in this life, he didn't have to be constrained by this bastard who arbitrarily robbed mortal ships.

He snapped his fingers, and the roof of Ægir's palace exploded on the spot, revealing piles of gold coins inside.

Sure enough, this guy was greedy enough.

Thjazi made a distribution: “Brynhildr, take one-tenth of it and give it to my priests in the mortal realm, and let them send it to mortals as a reward for those who are most devout believers. As for the rest, reward them according to their merits.”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” The subordinates became excited.

Riding on her celestial horse, Brynhildr held the reins with her left hand and saluted with her right hand on her breastplate: “Your Majesty, your generosity can illuminate the skies of the Nine Realms.”

Another glorious victory!

When the Valkyries had the giants drag the huge corpses of Ægir and Lán to the coast of Midgard, and at the same time announced the God-King's reward, the mortals of the various countries were completely jubilant.

Recently, their maritime trade and fishing had been greatly affected.

They had hoped that the Æsir could solve the enemy, but they didn't expect that there would even be compensation.

Just as they were celebrating, they were also pleasantly surprised to find that seawater was beginning to flow back into the sea, and the water level was rising at a rate visible to the naked eye…