Stupid Odin

In reality, Queen Maeve and the Knights of the Fionna were operating almost simultaneously.

Unfortunately, the assembly of mortal armies takes a considerable amount of time. Regardless of the faction, it takes time to integrate the troops.

Here, Downs could indeed directly let the Aesir gods descend or even directly invade the Celtic world and wipe out Odin's second-rate army.

Downs discovered a problem: compared to high-end combat power, he actually lacked demigod-level backbone.

Even the true gods of the Aesir, after forcibly entering another world, would suffer a weakening of their combat power due to the world's laws. Moreover, it would easily provoke the backlash of the world's will, ultimately causing the entire world to regard such outsiders as invaders.

Compared to directly deploying vanguards like Thor, investing in demigod-level powerhouses or heroic spirits was a more cost-effective deal.

It was difficult to send Valkyries because Downs personally injected divine power into them, elevating them to the demigod level. In essence, they bore the imprint of a god-king, which could easily provoke an overreaction from the opposing world. Furthermore, the Valkyries themselves represented Downs's reputation. Too many losses would damage the prestige of the Aesir.

After calculating, it might be hard to believe, but in the vast Jötnar, the only demigod heroes he could deploy, aside from the Valkyries, were Beowulf and Siegfried.

After Downs devoured the Celtic world, he would have more cannon fodder to choose from.

For example, 'Dog Brother' Cú Chulainn, the heroes of the Knights of the Fionna, or the knights under King Arthur.

This was why Downs patiently resolved the conflicts between the kingdoms of the Celtic world. His goal was to bring these famous heroes of mythology under his command.

Downs once worried that Odin would take advantage of his great victory and attack the remaining two continents in one go.

After observing for a few days, Downs realized he was overthinking things.

He needed time to integrate the mortal forces, and Odin also needed time to integrate the two Fomorian giant clans. The integration of the Fomorians, who had no sense of order, was far more difficult than integrating the mortal armies playing feudal monarchy.

Chaos was just that troublesome.

Moreover, Downs inadvertently spied that Odin was trying to use the power of chaos to corrupt several captured Tuatha Dé Danann gods.

This was very interesting.

In the once incomparably luxurious temple of the Tuatha Dé Danann, everything was still being desecrated.

A large number of corpses of dead Tuatha Dé Danann deities and their attendants were piled up here. In conjunction with the chaotic magic circle drawn by the Fomorian chieftain Elatha, the power of chaos was continuously injected into the bodies of several captured Tuatha Dé Danann gods.

These unlucky ones included the Allfather Dagda, the horse goddess Epona, and the thunder god Taranis.

The most ironic thing was that Bres, who had previously been a god-king, still had room for his status to decline. Because his father, Elatha, became Odin's lackey, Bres, as the son, naturally became the lackey's son.

This made Bres extremely conflicted—not only did my lackey climb over my head, but he was also two generations higher than me?

There's no turning back from depravity!

As a half-baked former god-king, his once noble status was meaningless at a time when the Tuatha Dé Danann were almost completely wiped out. Unlike the Tuatha Dé Danann gods who were still struggling to resist the erosion of chaos with their will, he was forced by his father, Elatha, to accept the power of chaos.

Unfortunately, Bres was a god of agriculture. Apart from growing a second head and looking very chaotic, Odin felt that this guy's combat power was truly unable to reach the stage.

If possible, Odin would rather choose Nuada or Lugh as his subordinates.

Prioritizing cleaning up the remnants of the Tuatha Dé Danann was originally not a problem for Odin. He had already inquired and knew that the other three large islands were basically inhabited by demigods or descendants of gods.

It was normal for Odin to be a little careless.

He would not have thought that his good brother Downs was so cunning, not directly intervening this time, but instead playing a proxy war.

If he received the news and knew that the Aesir were conducting a large-scale airborne operation, he would definitely not huddle up like he was now. He would definitely raise troops and attack everywhere, so that the entire world would fall into chaos as soon as possible, so as to increase his combat power.

This was the misjudgment caused by the asymmetry of news and intelligence.

And a sudden new piece of news made Odin make mistake upon mistake.

In the magnificent but chaotic former Tuatha Dé Danann temple, Odin sat comfortably on the throne that originally belonged to Bres, proudly overlooking a pair of lovebirds kneeling below the steps of the hall with a condescending gaze.

"Raise your heads," Odin said casually.

Below the steps, a knight and a lady; the man was handsome and sunny, and the woman was gentle and beautiful. It was a pity that the two looked quite embarrassed. The man's gorgeous armor and the woman's exquisite riding suit were covered in mud, and many places on their clothes were torn by branches.

"I—Lancelot am willing to offer my loyalty to Your Majesty Odin!"

"Oh? What are the conditions?" Odin didn't even raise his eyelids. Of course, he knew what kind of person he was.

There was no shortage of people who admired the strong in this world, but there was absolutely no unprovoked loyalty.

"Shelter us both." Lancelot gently pulled the beautiful woman beside him.

"If you join my command, you will naturally be my people." Odin said noncommittally: "Tell me, who is she?"

The woman's attire was obviously not that of an ordinary noble. Although she was not covered in gold, the exquisite hair accessories and the silver brooches on her clothes were all exquisite works of art that required a lot of handwork.

Odin could tell at a glance.

The woman finally raised her head, revealing that seemingly pure and beautiful face: "Lancelot is a garrison knight, and I, I am Queen Guinevere of Camelot in Britain!"

Odin understood everything in an instant.

This kid in front of him was a bastard!

As the king's knight, he actually embezzled his position and seduced the queen?!

It was simply the extreme of moral corruption!

Odin laughed on the spot.

What kind of Tom, Dick, and Harry, really treat his place as a trash can, and dare to come and rely on him with any kind of rubbish?

Odin wanted to kill this pair of adulterous dogs on the spot.

Unexpectedly, Bres, who had two heads, interjected: "Your Majesty Odin, the most high and mighty! The Kingdom of Camelot in Britain is not as simple as Your Majesty thinks."

"Oh?" Odin was curious.

"The Kingdom of Britain is a country protected by the Lady of the Lake! The Lady of the Lake has always been a deity who is good at resisting and clearing chaos." Bres stopped here and said no more.

That's right, Bres was a blind god-king with no management ability, but he was still a bit reliable when it came to his professional divine domain.

Odin thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay, I can accept you! But you—Lancelot, you must accept the transformation of the power of chaos."

Lancelot was dumbfounded!

He was willing to fight for shelter, but what were the power of chaos? They all looked like monsters.

If he hadn't been notorious for seducing the queen, no mortal king would have been willing to accept him. He wouldn't have wanted to try his luck on the Emerald Isle!

Now that Odin was asking him to join the chaos, of course he didn't want to!

"No!"

"Since you're here, you have no right to refuse!" Odin declared with incomparable coldness.