Stupid Odin

It's incredibly difficult for giants to accurately hit a specific person or deity with a thrown boulder. But if they throw stones at a nearby island, a hundred kilometers below, that spans dozens of square kilometers, they're bound to hit something eventually.

It's a matter of probability; the more you throw, the more likely you are to get lucky.

This is precisely what disgusted Njord!

As the saying goes: 'Attacking from above is like beating a grandson.'

The giants, with their boundless strength, could work in three shifts.

The stones were readily available; Thors had prepared for this day since the world's reshaping. He didn't even need to task the giants with gathering stones from the lower realms.

Some giants questioned if throwing stones was truly effective.

Thors pointed to the occasional beams of water that shot up, telling them that those were the enemy's desperate retaliations.

The giants looked closer and were overjoyed, laughing heartily as they continued their work.

"Brunhilde!"

"I am here!"

"Prepare mead and meat for our giant brothers, and perhaps some cots."

"Yes!" the Valkyrie responded.

The giants cheered. Odin, the only one who had truly lost face, felt out of place. This time, he didn't rashly say or do anything, but simply approached: "Brother, can we defeat the Vanir this way?"

"No," Thors shook his head. "But at least we can force those rats out of their sewers."

Rats? Sewers?

The analogy was spot on.

The gods, upon hearing this, were all greatly excited.

"Brother, what can I do?"

"You truly wish to do something for the gods?" Thors eyed Odin sideways.

"Of course!" Odin thumped his chest.

"Then go help guard the Rainbow Bridge."

"Rest assured, Brother, I won't allow a single Vanir traitor to set foot in Asgard."

"No! This time, I want you to lose! And lose in a way that looks like a valiant defeat."

"Ah?!" Not only Odin, but even the listening gods looked bewildered.

Thors's lips curved slightly: "Gullveig is trapped here. How dare those rats in the sewers venture deep into Asgard to cause trouble? If we don't offer them some sweet wine, how would they have the courage to make a solo incursion? If you brilliantly repel their vanguard, it will only make them more fearful and hesitant to emerge."

This theory left these fellows, who were gods in name but barbarians in practice, completely dumbfounded.

They didn't understand why they had to fight this way, but they instinctively felt that their God-King's strategy was brilliant!

They all admired him!

"Your Majesty, the God-King is wise!"

Thors waved his hand. There was no sense of accomplishment in putting on a show for these gods whose heads were full of muscles.

Odin blushed slightly and said softly: "Then how should I feign defeat?"

"Fight with all your might, and retreat when you can't win. It's that simple. You're allowed to lose all the buildings in the first district beyond the Rainbow Bridge. We can evacuate the mortal believers there in advance, leaving only the mortal guards."

"Oh, oh, I understand," Odin replied, still muttering to himself.

Brother, what do you mean by this? Are you sure I can't handle the enemy?

Odin didn't know, but Thors truly thought so.

It wasn't that Thors looked down on Odin, but one only needed to count the number of times Odin decisively defeated an enemy in the epic poem "Edda" to realize it was rare. The most boastful was the battle to take down the frost giant progenitor Ymir, but it certainly didn't include the Vanir.

Odin seemed mighty, but his battle record was notoriously poor.

Thors saw through this foolish younger brother.

After sending Odin to guard the gate with Heimdall and entrusting the second line of defense to Bor, Thors turned and left with Thor.

Not long after, they were in the Heavenly Prison.

The scene here was a bit strange.

"Careful!"

"Grip the sword hilt!"

"I've got it."

"Ah—"

For a moment, the goddess Gullveig, who should have been locked in shackles, transformed her entire divine body into a wisp of black smoke and broke free from her confinement.

Unfortunately, as Valkyrie Grey bravely jumped into the air, gripping the hilt of the Niflheim Sword with both hands, Gullveig suddenly let out a miserable scream. All the black smoke seemed to recoil as if in reverse, returning to the shackles and transforming back into the slender goddess covered in black tattoos.

Seeing Thors and Thor arrive, the Valkyries in charge of guarding quickly came forward to beg forgiveness.

"We're sorry, Your Majesty, we almost let her escape."

"Almost? No! Not even close," The smile on Thors's lips couldn't be suppressed. His gaze made Gullveig's heart flutter with fear.

"You evil God-King, what have you done to me?" Gullveig shouted fiercely, her voice stern.

Thors didn't answer, turning to look at Thor: "My son, aren't you curious why I stopped you from attacking her back then? Have you thought many times about what the result would have been if you had attacked then?"

Thor widened his eyes on the spot, looking simple and honest: "Father, how did you know?"

Thors's lips twitched: "Your thoughts are too easy to guess. Forget it… Whatever you thought, you'll know the result if you try it once now."

"Then I won't be polite!" Thor, holding the Mjolnir, strode toward the eerie goddess before him.

This was a different time and place.

Where did Gullveig get the confidence to act like a demon in the hall?

"You… don't come over here!"

Thor didn't listen at all. With a gorgeous leap, he jumped high into the air. Brilliant lightning bloomed on his Mjolnir, commonly known as the 'Meow Meow Hammer'. After exhaling and opening his voice, Thor smashed down with his hammer.

"Poof!"

This scene was a bit too brutal.

Not only did it physically smash Gullveig's head, but the accompanying lightning also blasted the corpse into charcoal.

Looking at the other party's corpse, the corners of Thor's eyes, cheeks, and mouth twitched together.

He looked back at his father with a dazed expression, as if asking: That's it?

Thors smiled: "Brunhilde!"

The Valkyrie understood, going up and pressing the hilt of the Mist Sword Niflheim with both hands, instantly causing Gullveig's screams to echo again in the quiet prison.

"Ah! Ah ah ah—"

The scene before them seemed to be rapidly rewinding!

The charred blackness on her slender divine body was receding, and even her head, which was originally not bad-looking, seemed to have an invisible hand stacking each fragment and every drop of brain matter that had splattered out back into its original place.

There should have been a counterattack, but before her spell could be activated, she saw the Niflheim Sword flash, stuffing her vicious spell back in.

Even though they knew that all of this was likely to happen, Thor and the Valkyries couldn't help but gasp lightly after witnessing it with their own eyes.

"This…"

They couldn't hold back. The corners of Thors's mouth also twitched slightly, feeling emotional in his heart: As expected of the legendary 'King of Endurance' in the epic.

However, the descriptions of Gullveig in the epic were limited to her teasing Odin and Thor in Asgard this one time. All subsequent chapters had no mention of her.

That could only prove that she was indeed strong, but her strength was limited.

If she was really that strong and particularly good at fighting, and truly immortal, then the Aesir should have been wiped out.

So she was just a 'King of Endurance', not an 'Immortal King'!

"Thor, try killing her a few more times?"

"Okay!" Thor raised his hammer and struck.

Soon, Brunhilde exclaimed: "The tattoos! The tattoos on her body are decreasing!"