Stupid Odin

At the convergence of the two great worlds, most of the area was a flat plain or beach, with only a few hilly areas. Regardless of the terrain, after the gods' bombardment, the forests became sparse and open, and the jagged piles of strange rocks became gravel plains that were generally flat.

As the sun set, the entire sky seemed to be stained with the pervasive stench of blood.

There was no way around it. Millions of corpses were piled layer upon layer along this front line, which was over three hundred kilometers wide. Such a terrifying sight could only be cleared by a being like the God of Fire personally, otherwise it would take weeks to clear this terrifying world-class battlefield. The subsequent clearing of the three major divine system believers would take months, or even years.

That was no longer important.

On the battlefield, the mortal warriors had already begun to shout in jubilation.

"Victory!"

"Hail Jötnar!"

"Praise the Aesir!"

"Praise the Supreme God-King Thors Paulsen!"

The roaring cheers marked the most perfect end to this epoch-making war.

Everyone could hardly imagine how the priests and bards would use magnificent and exaggerated language to praise His Majesty the God-King and the greatness of their own gods.

In the sky, Frey bowed to Thors: "Your Majesty, all enemies above the god-level have been executed! How should we deal with the mortal prisoners? In addition, do we need to obliterate the Mayan script?"

Thors roughly sensed that within his divine consciousness range, the total number of mortals under the Aztec, Mayan, and Incan pantheons exceeded ten million. It wasn't impossible to slaughter them all, at least the Slavic pantheon's gods and mortals would be happy to wield the butcher's knife.

Everything has its cause and effect!

Thors would not forget this.

Killing ten million prisoners, without saying anything else, the underworld alone could not accommodate them. This would undoubtedly greatly disrupt the world's ecological cycle.

Moreover, Thors himself would bear great karma.

With this thought in mind, Thors's words determined the life and death of a race: "Slaughtering them all would hinder the balance of the world. Furthermore, the Aztecs' sins of slaughtering hundreds of tribes and sacrificing millions of human hearts cannot be simply erased. Let's do this, all the mortals of the three tribes will be demoted to slaves, serving the Jötnar world for nine generations before they can become free people. During this period, they must not retain their original language and writing, and must adopt the Runic script as the official script as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Frey felt relieved: "As you will!"

The Aztecs, from top to bottom, were not good people. Such enemies were certainly disgusting, and it was no problem to kill their gods and ruling class. Slaughtering ten million mortals would be a bit too much. After all, looking at it from another perspective, if, and this is just if, the Aesir were so tyrannical as to purge every surrendered foreign race, wouldn't they one day purge the Vanir as well?

Now it seemed that His Majesty Thors's method of integrating the divine system with mortals was the optimal solution.

As for erasing their writing, and even all memories related to the Maya, allowing them to completely become a history compiled by the Aesir.

This was no problem.

This epoch-making war had ended.

The only paean resounding between the heavens and the earth was the victory song of the Aesir!

The heroic Aesir and giants sang together in loud voices, using the clang of swords and weapons to harmonize with the horns of victory.

On the other side, the news that the Aesir had annihilated the three major pantheons of Maya, Inca, and Aztec in the world war spread throughout the eleven small worlds of Jötnar through various temples at the first moment.

The entire Jötnar world was boiling!

The main kingdoms of each realm sent requests, hoping that the triumphant army could pass through their royal cities.

Thors readily agreed to all such requests.

As a deity based on elements, he didn't care about the worship of mortals, but as the concept of the Great Aesir appeared, more and more descended gods and new gods joined, inevitably leading to more gods occupying various fields of daily life within the scope of faith and apotheosis. They desperately needed to show their faces to mortals.

Therefore, this grand triumphal ceremony was divided into one main route and 12 branch routes, striving to have the triumphal army pass through every main mortal city with a population of over ten thousand in the eleven small worlds (continents).

The first stop on the main route was the city of Burgundy on the continent of Midgard.

It wasn't that there was a France here, but that the great hero Siegfried was born in this kingdom named Burgundy under the 'inertia of history'.

Tiny snowflakes fluttered in the vast sky, and the earth was already covered in white snow. In this silver-clad atmosphere, as the loud horn sounded, the God-King Thors, riding a super-sized divine horse, rarely appeared in the sight of mortals as a golden-armored giant.

His majestic giant figure, coupled with that infinitely brilliant but relatively gentle divine light, caused all the people to admire and devoutly worship on both sides of the road.

Even if the world had already learned that this was a clone of His Majesty the God-King.

But even a clone was an object that mortals must worship and look up to.

One by one, Valkyries wearing silver winged helmets rode shining silver pegasus horses closely behind.

Further behind were the Aesir, one by one, wearing gorgeous divine armor and looking majestic. These powerful gods, who had just returned from the battlefield of the gods, had also sent clones.

If this was just a grand armed parade, it would only show the majesty and nobility of the gods.

The key was that the heads of the opposing gods tied to their waists or on the backs of their horses were all real.

Even though the cuts on their necks had long since dried up, the evil divine light they emitted made it impossible for mortals to look directly at them, and they only dared to quickly avert their eyes after a quick glance.

This would not hinder the people's discussion.

After the gods' procession passed and the cheers subsided, the people began to whisper among themselves.

"Have you heard? Those Aztec evil gods would force all the slaves to fight each other, and then dig out the hearts of the losers and sacrifice them to that evil sun or something."

"I heard, my brother joined the expeditionary force and found many mass graves after the sacrifices."

"The Aesir are still good!"

"Yes! And many new gods have come."

The eyes of every mortal were filled with fanaticism and admiration. Even though the triumphant team had already passed, they would excitedly run over and caress those huge footprints, as if they were following in the footsteps of these great gods and divine warriors.

Without a doubt, the triumphant return of the Aesir brought new hope and strength to this city.