Stupid Odin

After two beams of divine light intertwined, Arthur's long sword tip drew a bright arc, sending Ninurta's two halves of the corpse flying left and right, spurting out a string of sacred blood beads in place.

This scene happened so fast that the opposing Sumerian gods were completely silent, their morale plummeting to freezing point, and then solidifying.

Even the cheering divine servants consciously shut their mouths.

They dared not utter words of scolding and abuse, only ineffective encouraging sounds to cheer up their own people.

Not to mention the divine servants, even the Sumerian gods subconsciously stayed away from Arthur's location.

But Svartalfheim just has this broken terrain—the entire world is located inside a super giant rock, so that the space available for battle on the passages between each cave is just that much; if you don't run into this one, you'll bump into that one.

In any case, they picked on the remaining pre-Danu gods, which was still fortunate, at least they could show off their bravery at the end of their lives.

As the God of Knights, Arthur Pendragon adhered to his own knightly code, and was absolutely unwilling to engage in any 'righteous gang warfare'.

This more or less gave these Sumerian gods a little comfort.

Just a little, and no more.

As soon as any Sumerian god finished fighting, onlookers could clearly see Arthur giving a salute and then challenging his opponent.

In fact, among this group of Sumerian gods, no one could really block Arthur's sword.

The unparalleled sharpness of [Sword of Promised Victory] continued to increase exponentially in the face of increasingly timid opponents; one sword strike was like the two sides passing each other, and the victory or defeat could be determined in one breath in the next second.

Arthur wins! The opponent dies!

There even appeared the bizarre scene of queuing for ten minutes and fighting for ten seconds!

Arthur's exaggerated record of successively beheading five Sumerian gods quickly spread.

Regardless of the fact that among these five gods, four were relatively trashy sixth-generation or even seventh-generation gods in the Sumerian camp, these guys were only responsible for digging in the ground to feed the fourth and fifth generation gods above them when Sumerians had not yet created humans as slaves.

They were still proper gods, and their combat power far exceeded most demigods.

The name of [God of Knights] Arthur Pendragon was destined to resound throughout the two major god races of Asgard and Sumer during this [Invasion Day].

On the other side, Thanes, sitting in Asgard on the God-King's throne in the Silver Palace, listened to the battle reports while projecting real-time images collected by his divine eyes located around the world into the mid-air of the Silver Hall in the form of mental projections.

The Aesir gods and giants who had not yet attacked absorbed information from all over the world in this way, experiencing it as if they were there themselves.

Thanes was not concerned about 'how many of his own gods or giants had fallen' on the Niflheim side.

As long as the underworld of Helheim was not breached, home field advantage would have the outrageous buff of [dying is the same as not dying].

What Thanes really needed to worry about was not this probing attack involving some second- and third-rate gods, but the opponent's stubbornness.

If the Sumerian world recklessly crashed straight on, then it would be exciting.

It was unimaginable what a sight it would be when two immense worlds collided.

Even after the expansion of the Jötunheimr world, its size was still far from the Earth that Thanes knew; he didn't have any large scientific models on hand to calculate at what speed a Sumerian world would crash over, and whether his own side could withstand it.

He didn't want this small-scale version of [Mars colliding with Earth] to happen no matter what.

Not to mention that the Jötunheimr world was the larger side; if the other side exchanged small for large, that would be a huge loss.

He deliberately had the Jötunheimr world accumulate power, just to guard against the moment when the other side desperately fought.

Thanes didn't know that the Sumerian God-King—the Wind God Enlil—was furious.

"Is there still no news?" His voice was like a hundred storms roaring, buzzing and frightening the gods below.

Even though they had long been accustomed to their God-King's personality, no one would feel good whenever they saw His Majesty the God-King like this.

Not to mention that this attack on that mysterious world was the will of all the Sumerian gods.

The Moon God Nanna said softly: "The Venus Goddess Ishtar was unable to observe more information at the front. Our vanguard seems to have been swallowed up after passing."

"Humph!" Enlil gave a muffled snort, which was no less than a storm in the heavenly realm, blowing debris around the magnificent temple; the attendants and divine servants were frightened and trembling, all kneeling on the ground, not daring to move.

At this time, a strange god with a winged sun disk behind him stood up.

He was none other than the Sun Wheel War God Ashur.

"Your Most Supreme Majesty! Obviously, those wastes of Ninurta cannot open up the situation. Why not let me lead another group of gods to attack the opponent's world from another angle?"

"Approved! Utu! You go too."

The Sun God Utu had a good relationship with the Sun Wheel War God; as the main gods of Sumer, these two had great influence.

Before long, a brilliant spot of light rose in the Sumerian world; it was so brilliant that it attracted Thanes's attention as soon as it appeared.

"Hmm? The Sun God Utu?" Thanes leaned lazily on his armrest, his left hand supporting his cheek.

His words attracted Frey's attention.

As the saying goes, peers are enemies, even mortal enemies!

Regarding the bloodline of other sun gods that came over, Frey could put on a magnanimous posture and accept existences like the Child of Light Cú Chulainn who sought refuge.

For a true peer, it was a never-ending battle.

Not to mention that Arthur's glorious record had stimulated Frey's inner pride to a certain extent.

The destruction of the Vanir gods had long become a distant story.

It wouldn't even be transmitted by wandering poets.

Frey knew very well that this was God-King Thanes deliberately downplaying everything.

If there was no expansion of the divine realm and the world, Frey would have settled down to be an ordinary sun god.

But the world had expanded; in this situation where eating another world could expand his authority and increase his status, no Aesir god would willingly let a peer step on his head to rise to power.

The similar [Sword of Victory] in his hand felt its master's excitement and joy, and had already buzzed, eager to drink the blood of another sun god!

"Your Majesty! I request to fight! Let the location be set in Alfheim."

Frey was also going all out, not hesitating to let his own lair become the battlefield.

This couldn't be helped; after such a long time, most of the worlds had gods in charge, or were tacitly recognized as home fields by gods of certain divine duties.

It wouldn't be good to start a fight in anyone's home, so Frey might as well be generous.

But little did he know, Thanes smiled: "We are the defenders; it's not up to us to decide where the other side wants to fight."