Stupid Odin

Downs stared at the God-King version of the crystal skull, a peculiar feeling washing over him.

The question arose: were these crystal skulls all crafted using True Gods, even God-Kings?

Was it true that by overdrawing from the future through the crystal skull, one had to fill it with their own 'present' and that of those around them?

Was this seemingly reasonable equivalent exchange truly worth it?

Perhaps these questions would never have answers.

Or perhaps, the scattered, withered corpses were one such answer.

Behind Downs, the reactions of the three deities varied.

Thor was simply curious, not giving it much thought; Gilgamesh expressed intense disgust towards such filthy trinkets; Frey, on the other hand, displayed standard hatred, as the righteous Sun God couldn't stand such bloody, brutal, and evil objects.

Especially Frey, who couldn't help but worry that his Majesty would be blinded by the crystal skull's powerful target acquisition ability. As useful as it was, its inherent evil was undeniable. Just as he raised his hand, hesitant to speak, he saw Downs turn his head and smile gently. Frey instantly felt relieved.

He bowed respectfully: "As expected of Your Majesty."

Downs waved his hand lightly: "I don't intend to use it, but I won't let any other being use it either."

Downs walked over, and a hazy, illusory sound entered his ears.

This illusory sound was quite ethereal, like the distant sound of a bell coming from the morning mist when in the deep mountains.

Clearly, the crystal skull had sensed his presence and his intentions.

The crystal skull, born from the corpse of the God-King K'mool B'ampu, had long surpassed the realm of ordinary evil objects.

Originally created with the goal of destroying the world, it ended up backlashing against its God-King master.

This outrageous foundation determined that it would no longer consider ordinary True Gods when selecting a new host.

Only a powerful being like Downs could make it instinctively emit an evil temptation.

The hazy, illusory sound swirled in the dry air of the hall, slowing Downs's pace.

The beautiful goddess gracefully manipulated her perfect divine body, and even occasionally let out bursts of enchanting sounds from her red lips. Even if Downs was mature, he still cast his gaze at such a beautiful goddess.

The word 'exotic' was most vividly interpreted on her.

Her face wore a smile full of desire, which, set against the surrounding sounds of bells and drums, made her appear even more enchanting and alluring.

Such a beautiful goddess, even if there was only one, would be enough to captivate Downs, but there wasn't just one, not two, but a full twelve.

Even though Downs knew that this was the temptation the crystal skull was giving him, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart, and even his divine body gradually relaxed, and the sense of contradiction in his heart seemed to begin to spread.

In this beautiful scene constructed by the 'prophecy', even the persistence in his heart began to weaken.

Downs dared to say that if it were another God, they might be full of confusion and hesitation now.

What a pity…

Just as the three gods beside Downs gradually felt uneasy, a noisy and clangorous sound, like the fierce battle of thousands of warriors, appeared out of thin air.

The roaring noise did not come from the crystal skull, but from Downs.

What they three faced was Downs's pair of incomparably clear black eyes.

"Father God."

"Your Majesty?"

Downs smiled: "This newly born world-class evil object is still too naive. It actually drew me a big cake. It promised me countless beautiful goddesses and even more territory."

As soon as Downs finished speaking, his two good sons couldn't hold back.

"Pfft." Thor laughed without restraint.

Gilgamesh curled his lip in disdain.

Frey showed a knowing smile.

Sure enough, an evil object is an evil object. In the situation where it couldn't break through Downs's mental barrier, it actually made up a so-called future that was infinitely beautiful to mortals and even True Gods.

It's just a pity that, without any historical foundation and without enough vision, it simply didn't know that the things it promised, whether it was wealth, goddesses, status, or even the future, were not what Downs valued.

Facing the crystal skull's constant whining for mercy, Downs gave a cold laugh and reached out his hand to grasp it from afar.

As cracks appeared on the crystal skull, the illusory sound produced in his ears instantly shattered, and the surrounding scenery returned to its original quietness.

A second later, the crystal skull, still clinging to scarlet blood silk, exploded with a bang, turning into a pile of ice crystal shards.

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Gilgamesh was not surprised that his father had overcome the mental intrusion of the crystal skull. The only thing he cared about was why it took so long.

Downs looked at this unruly son with a smile: "Is it strange? That I spent so much time."

Gilgamesh was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Simply destroying a world-class evil object doesn't take much time. The key is that I want to destroy two skulls, and also extract something."

At the same time, in the chaotic void, an unknown distance away.

Odin held the crystal skull and entered deep thought.

Of course, he knew that this thing was evil, but he couldn't refuse the convenience it brought. The reason why he didn't directly start using it was that he was considering how to achieve his goal at the smallest cost. Using this thing in a state of exile would be forcing these old gods who had not yet completely returned to his heart to rebel.

The best approach was naturally to find a new world and use the intelligent beings there as sacrifices to activate its prophetic function.

Just then, Odin was stunned to find that his connection with the skull had suddenly strengthened.

Not him, but the skull instinctively asking him for help.

【Save me, Odin!】

Just as the divine thought was transmitted, an incomparably terrifying divine power descended upon the crystal skull from across the void.

Odin was no stranger to the huge palm that protruded from the illusion.

That was the divine hand of his bastard brother, Downs.

Huge, powerful, and possessing supreme power.

It appeared so abruptly, seemingly casually crushing the crystal skull in his hand, as easily and comfortably as crushing a pile of biscuits.

Silence!

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

A group of gods watched this scene, watching the crystal skull turn into powder, too shocked to speak.

After a while, Death God Apuch risked asking: "Your Majesty, what was that just now…"

Of course, Odin wouldn't say that it was his big brother's doing. He still had face and lied: "The crystal skull couldn't complete the task of cursing a vast world and suffered a backlash."