Stupid Odin

This commotion, incited by the Æsir gods, even shook Paul and Bestla out of their retirement.

Old Mother Bestla's philosophy was simple: "Son, it's not good to leave the position of Queen vacant all the time. Why don't you pick a good day and settle it?"

Thunor shook his head: "Mother, you don't understand. This isn't about whether or not to establish a Queen. This is about the pure-blooded Æsir gods trying to force me to marry a pure-blooded Æsir goddess to achieve their goal of usurping power. Even if these idiots are being instigated by some bastard, what they want to seize is my royal power, which is absolutely unacceptable."

Bestla was dumbfounded. As a simple-minded giantess, she couldn't understand so many twists and turns.

Thunor turned to look at Paul: "Father, I'll ask you a very simple question. We, father and son, along with a group of giants, fought to conquer the Jötunheimr world. Why should we share it with a group of latecomers who did nothing? Just because the pure-blooded Æsir goddesses are beautiful? I'll laugh. Isn't Freyja more beautiful than Frigg?"

Paul was speechless. He wanted to say that their roots were in the Æsir gods, but then he thought about it. Thunor was half Æsir god. And Paul's most beloved grandsons, Thor, Tyr, and Vidar, were all three-quarters giant blood!

At that moment, he also realized that his thinking was too simple.

And in this regard, his son Thunor was far more mature than him, and his methods were many times more clever.

Paul sighed deeply: "Thunor, since I passed the position of King of the Gods to you, the orthodoxy of the Æsir tribe is in your hands. Handle it yourself. Bestla and I will definitely support you."

Having obtained the support of his parents, the biggest constraint that Thunor might have had no longer existed.

A day later, he directly summoned all the gods and giants directly under Asgard, but he didn't move those of Vanaheim and Jotunheim, after all, those belonged to foreign vassals.

This news made Odin feel quite conflicted. He didn't know what his big brother was going to do, but his big brother's response speed was too fast, so that the rumors didn't have room to ferment further.

In the vast main hall of the Golden Palace, the right side was full of more robust giants, while the left side was uniformly Æsir gods.

Most of the pure-blooded Æsir gods cast unpleasant glances at the giants. They had been instigated, feeling that the blood of the giants had tainted the noble blood of the Æsir tribe. Relying on their greater intelligence and eloquence, they planned to take the opportunity to force a confession later.

Interestingly, those simple-minded giants didn't understand what was happening, curiously looking at these Æsir gods who used to drink with them every day.

The not-so-quiet commotion had not stopped since both sides entered the hall.

"Silence!" Thor, who had already been instructed, suddenly stood up and slammed his hammer on the armrest of his throne, making a very loud clang.

"Bang—"

Everyone finally quieted down!

Thunor clenched his right hand, with the back of his fingers against his temple, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Recently, I have heard a lot of rumors in Asgard... I just want to say that you self-proclaimed clever guys have all been deceived by the enemy! What Queen contest? The purpose is just to provoke the conflict between giants and Æsir gods within the Æsir tribe. You group of fools, you were all stupidly led by the nose. It's killing me with laughter."

Thunor immediately shifted the blame to that unnamed rumor-monger, Mr. Odin, which was actually equivalent to shifting the main conflict away first.

Whether it was the Æsir gods or the giants, any anger that arose next would only be vented on the rumor-monger.

"Rumors, how is that possible?"

"No, I also find it strange, why did my servant bring up this kind of thing first."

Among the pure-blooded Æsir gods, there were also some smarter guys. When Thunor said this, they immediately understood.

Up to this point, it could be said that the biggest crisis had been temporarily resolved.

But the core contradiction still remained!

After the guys below quieted down slightly, Thunor spoke again. He spoke quite artfully, without using honorifics for himself, silently shortening the distance between himself and his subordinates:

"Why did we, the Æsir tribe, become the rulers of the Jötunheimr world? That was because the Æsir gods and the enlightened giants worked together to destroy the tyranny of the two ancestral giants, Ymir and Surt, over the world, so we were able to create a new era! So I have been hesitating, whether it is better to establish a pure-blooded Æsir goddess or a giantess as Queen."

Damn Thunor, deliberately dangling us!

A group of pure-blooded Æsir gods were gnashing their teeth!

How could they look up to giants with lower average intelligence?

But they suppressed their anger and waited for Thunor's next words.

Just then, the divine swords behind Thunor suddenly shot out.

One after another, a full four divine swords suddenly pierced through the hard floor. The force was so great that after they were inserted, the divine swords still trembled for a while before they stopped.

Thunor suddenly stood up, sweeping the entire audience from left to right with an extremely majestic gaze. Not a single subordinate dared to meet his burning eyes!

"Look at the faces carved on the hilts of the divine swords! Ymir! Surt! Njord! Ægir!"

"The Æsir tribe, established by force! Our glory! Our power! Our status! Has never been granted to us, given to us! It was snatched by us with our own strength, after paying blood and fire! Defended!"

"The loser obeys everything, the winner dominates everything!"

"You say, is this principle right?!"

Thunor's highly motivating words were most suitable for these roughnecks. For a time, whether it was the Æsir gods or the giants, they were all ignited by Thunor's heroic declaration.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"

"Yes! Absolutely right!"

"Your Majesty is wise—"

They roared excitedly, constantly beating the weapons at hand, making various clanging sounds.

Thunor struck while the iron was hot: "Everyone knows that I am a hybrid of Æsir god and giant. Two powerful bloodlines have merged in my body, casting the most powerful me in the Nine Realms! Therefore, randomly choosing a pure-blooded Æsir goddess or a giantess as Queen is biased. I have decided that the two sides with opinions will hold a three-on-three martial arts competition. I will choose one from the winning side and bestow the glory of Queen!"

"Wow—"

The guys below all exploded!

At first glance, Thunor's operation seemed very outrageous.

Upon careful consideration, this is the right way!

Whichever side is stronger, choose that side, this is the right way!

Thunor threw the blame down, letting those guys fight enough.

What he chooses, what democracy, these are all bullshit.

For a group of barbarians and a group of god-level barbarians, the one with the biggest fist has the say.

What's more, this is a martial arts competition, not a war.

If you really get beaten down, you have to accept it even if you don't agree!

Still not convinced? Then be promoted to sword soul!

Four divine swords, four kings, their reliefs are the best proof!