Stupid Odin

On the battlefield, within the two encirclements, the first to buckle was naturally the Mayan pantheon king, the Wisdom God Skel.

In the last moment of his life, Skel's focus was surprisingly not on Tyr, the God of War, who was about to kill him.

His hoarse voice was like an echo from hell, his blood-red eyes were unfocused, and he didn't even turn his head towards Tyr.

"Loki… damned Loki! Would we be losing if it weren't for you, you bastard, deserting us?" At this moment, Skel turned his head and roared at Tyr through gritted teeth, "You can kill me and take my head for a reward. But can you promise me that in the future, you will personally let Loki taste the flavor of hell as well?!"

Tyr vaguely guessed Loki's true identity.

In the past, Tyr might have been puzzled.

Now, Tyr didn't care anymore.

His own father hadn't completely destroyed Odin, most likely using the entire universe as a chessboard to play a grand game.

His father didn't tell his sons about these things, and Tyr didn't ask.

As long as the Jötunheimr world grew stronger, as long as the Aesir gods prospered, and as long as his father remained firmly on the side of order, that was enough for Tyr.

Skel felt Tyr's silence, and he became even more enraged.

As he raised a divine bronze knife high, a flash of sword light appeared. If his entire body were a painting, at this moment, this painting had obviously undergone a subtle misalignment. His head and right shoulder shifted to the side. A bloodline radiating a dense divine power fluctuation appeared at the connection between his neck, right shoulder, and body.

Visually, he was like a playing card that had been diagonally cut in half.

That bloodline extended backward, continuing to divide the painting in two, even speeding past beneath a hill that could have supported a human town.

In the blink of an eye, the upper part of the entire hill, driven by an invisible and intangible terrifying force, flew up at least a hundred meters.

"Boom, boom, boom!" In a series of continuous explosions, the rocks, having lost the support of the base, interacted with each other under the influence of gravity, bursting open in mid-air, forming a brief but terrifying meteor shower, smashing into the earth, causing the ground to shake for a while.

Only then did Skel's divine body fall softly.

"I am not reconciled…"

These were the last words of the Mayan pantheon king, the Wisdom God Skel.

Compared to Skel, the Incan God-King Pachacamac's fall was even more magnificent.

Hela's army of the dead poured all their firepower onto this ruler of a realm.

Facts proved that even with the help of the World Tree, frantically eroding the opposite world, and almost turning the Incan world into half of Jötunheimr's home field, killing a genuine God-King was still not an easy task.

The power of death alone was far from enough to pose a substantial threat to a God-King. The real key was that Jörmungandr took a bite of Pachacamac's left foot when he wasn't looking.

The intense pain caused by the serpent venom made Pachacamac subconsciously chase after Jörmungandr to hack at him.

Knowing that his close combat ability wasn't as strong as he imagined, Jörmungandr almost ran back to the Jötunheimr world with his tail between his legs, even diving into the seabed of Vanaheim.

Such a large World Serpent actually played dirty, which infuriated Pachacamac.

If he chased, he would immediately be severely suppressed by the laws of the opposite world.

If he didn't chase, the poison would spread, and perhaps he would eventually die.

After hesitating again and again, Pachacamac still chose to bring the most core gods and pursue them.

He had to chase, because if he caught up, he might be able to find an antidote or something.

Pachacamac didn't want to fall!

It was at the moment when he and the Incan gods charged into the airspace of Vanaheim.

The ambush came as expected. The former Sumerian Wisdom God Enki organized a large-scale hunt. Using mirages as cover, he had more than thirty Aesir gods launch a simultaneous sneak attack.

Countless powerful divine spells extended from the artifacts in the hands of the gods, instantly stunning the Incan gods who had followed Pachacamac, and eight Incan gods were beheaded on the spot.

Compared to the seemingly gorgeous and overwhelming firepower of the two sides in the Incan world before, this extremely targeted sneak attack was a fatal blow to the Incan gods. They could not get supplies from their own realm, and their divine bodies were shattered in one breath. All that awaited them was complete annihilation.

Pachacamac didn't fare well either. He took an arrow each from the Bow God Ullr and Ishtar, suffered a death shockwave from Ereshkigal, and withstood eleven heavy blows, including Baldr's light cannon. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't withstand it!

After a dazzling flash of light, everyone found that his divine body was frighteningly dim, no longer with the previous radiance, but rather bruised and purple. It felt as if his body would collapse at any moment, even without any further attacks.

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But Pachacamac was worthy of being a God-King. Even after suffering such serious injuries, he did not fall on the spot, but was instead aroused with ferocity. With a casual wave, several giants who had blindly rushed over in an attempt to pick up a bargain were blasted into minced meat.

Everyone knew that Pachacamac was at the end of his rope. Everyone wanted to get the glory of killing a God-King, but relatively speaking, it seemed not worth it to pay for it with their own lives.

It was at this moment.

The thick clouds in the sky above Vanaheim suddenly split open, and ten grand tornadoes appeared.

Different lights converged in a vortex shape with different elements, and in the center of each vortex, as the light slightly receded, the Aesir gods saw world-swords hanging down, descending from the sky in pillars of light.

"Ah! It's His Majesty Paulson's [World Sword]!" The Knight God Arthur, who had rushed over, said in surprise.

The upper limit of a true god's divine power depends on his domain of divine duty. If it is a trash domain, no matter how strong he is, it is impossible to be stronger than a small world.

Tang Si didn't intend to take action, but encouraged his subordinates in this way—take my sword, borrow the power of a realm, and fight a true God-King!

Without further hesitation, first Arthur, then Hela, Vidar, Ishtar, Ereshkigal, Baldr, and even the old Enki grabbed a [Vanaheim Sword].

These fierce gods of the Aesir clan launched a collective charge, stabbing the Incan God-King Pachacamac with world-swords that radiated brilliant light.

This time, Pachacamac had no chance of escaping. After all, he was just the ruler of a realm. Even if his Incan world was larger than most of the small worlds in Jötunheimr, second only to the Sumerian continent, he was in enemy territory, so he couldn't transport so much divine power!

In an instant, the divine shield shattered, and multiple world-swords pierced through his body, completely nailing him to the seabed of Vanaheim.

This grand world war ended with the complete annihilation of the three major Mayan god clans.