Stupid Odin

Arranging for a special operations team to take the opportunity to raid the enemy's lair is always a good idea, but there are two problems: first, the main battlefield cannot collapse. If the main battlefield collapses, even if the special operations team successfully raids the base, it will only be a partial recovery from defeat. Second, the special operations team cannot be too weak, otherwise it will easily become cannon fodder.

Coincidentally, in the eyes of the gods and giants, Downs only sent out a mere divine brother whose strength was 'a bit weak,' and his loss would not be fundamental.

Only Downs himself knew how outrageous his decision was.

Other families 'ascend to heaven with one person going behind enemy lines,' but his family is doing the opposite, directly having the 'God-King go behind enemy lines, and the whole clan ascends to heaven.'

In this world, besides Njord, no one can stop Odin for even a moment.

Moreover, Downs formulated the laws of the Nine Worlds, so would Downs watch Odin step into a trap and be killed?

Even if the Vanir god on the front lines was bait sent by Njord, Downs was confident in swallowing all the bait and then waiting for Odin, who had fallen into the trap, to roll back on his own.

What?

What if Odin is fine, but Loki, who was taken out, dies?

Isn't that a good thing?!

That would truly be a done deal, a double blessing.

In any case, Odin, who had been suppressed for a long time, now had the qualifications to stand alone. This matter actually gave him a sense of elation that had been suppressed for a long time but was about to be released.

Fortunately, he didn't say it, otherwise Downs' expression would definitely be strange—Little Odin, is it possible that you were originally the God-King of the Aesir?

Downs didn't realize that Odin would be excited about such a small matter. He reassured the other gods in advance: "Don't feel that it's thankless to work hard on the front lines. You can have priority on half of the spoils that Odin brings back from the raid, including the goddesses!"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!" Those barbaric guys instantly became excited.

The glory of killing enemies and beheading them on the battlefield certainly moved them.

But when it comes to directly touching the hearts of these divine barbarians, it still comes down to 'spoils!'

The affair with Gullveig some time ago had long stirred up the gods' and giants' thirst for war.

With most of the goddesses in the Aesir clan admiring the God-King, snatching a wife from the Vanir clan became a new choice for many Aesir gods and giants.

This was also Downs deliberately giving up some benefits.

The position of God-King is easy to sit on, but also not easy to sit on.

With strong strength and political prestige, the God-King must also appropriately distribute some benefits. Otherwise, the subordinates may not dare to resist, but they can slack off.

Downs completed the war mobilization, while on the Vanir side, Njord had no idea that Downs had predicted his prediction.

After arranging the battle plan, he suddenly grabbed the capable warrior Freyr just before the expedition. With a wave of his hand, a hemispherical water curtain separated the surrounding space: "Freyr! The mission has changed. This time, you are not seeking to kill the enemy, but to make as much noise as possible and attract the enemy's attention."

"Father God, what about you?" Freyr widened his eyes.

"I don't know if that trash Gullveig really betrayed us, but I must prepare for the worst. Your existence has probably been learned by the enemy. So I changed the tactics. After your team lands, I will lead the main force to forcibly attack Asgard's Rainbow Bridge."

"Ah? Then I'll go and notify the gods in my team."

"No!" Njord shook his head: "Gullveig is best at trickery. I'm afraid she has secretly sneaked back and is eavesdropping on our tactics. So you should announce the plan when you are about to arrive."

"Oh, okay!" Freyr nodded earnestly.

Soon, the bait troops set off in the dark of night. The entire team was not equipped with anything shiny, like a flock of migrating birds.

They had strange black magic wings growing on their bodies, riding the wind, wrapped in clusters of clouds of varying density, slowly ascending to Asgard, the highest level of the World Tree.

Below them, the moonlight occasionally passed through the clouds, sprinkling silver light on the constantly suffering island, and also reflecting the magic sea snakes guarding the core area of Vanaheim on the waves.

The silver radiance, along with the sea snakes' interception of falling rocks, appeared bright and dark. The noisy momentum here concealed the extremely quiet bait troops.

This raid should have been successful, but the more Freyr thought so, the silence of the huge floating continent above his head made him even more uneasy. During the entire ascent, all ten gods and more than one hundred divine servants silently watched each other in this strange atmosphere.

Very 'fortunately,' they did not encounter interception from the enemy's archer-type gods during the slow ascent.

It wasn't until they landed on the edge of the high-level continent of the Asgard God Realm that they truly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the town in the distance, plunged into darkness but still with many lights, Freyr made a gesture: "Let's go together, make a lot of noise!"

"Yes!"

The Golden Palace in the distance was so bright in the night that it was impossible to mistake it.

And this town located at the foot of the mountain where the Golden Palace was located, because it had no city walls, looked undefended.

How could the night watchmen who occasionally patrolled the edge of the town with torches resist this kind of divine raid? At the first encounter, the entire town suffered.

At that moment, the entire town was suddenly attacked by an earthquake for no reason.

When a huge water dragon suddenly appeared out of thin air, smashing water balls the size of a carriage into the residents' houses, it naturally caused a collapse.

"Ah?"

"What's going on?"

"Great God-King! I beg for your protection!"

The residents were in chaos. Many people were even squeezed by the violent water flow that broke through the walls and shot out of the windows in the other direction, falling heavily on the streets outside.

Several night watchmen who attempted to fight back were also easily dealt with.

Apart from the sudden ringing of the alarm bell in the town, everything seemed to be within the expectations of the God-King Njord.

Just as Freyr cast his expectant gaze towards the Golden Palace, eager to see the Aesir God-King rush out in a disheveled manner, suddenly a grand voice like rolling thunder came from mid-air, making Freyr's ears buzz.

"Yo! The rats in the gutter really came?" A tall male god holding a short-handled war hammer and surrounded by lightning slowly descended in mid-air, stepping on the wind.

That rough face with a beard was filled with mockery and ridicule, and a hint of playfulness that a cat finally caught a mouse.

"I am Freyr, the Vanir God of War, son of Njord! Aesir on the opposite side, state your name!" Freyr shouted loudly, a little disappointed. It wasn't the God-King Downs Paulson. He heard that that God-King used a sword.

"I am Thor Thorson! Son of the current God-King Downs Paulson," Thor said proudly.

Why is the surname Thorson instead of Downsson? There's no other reason, just because 'Downsson' is too awkward. Downs changed it for Thor himself. Anyway, the families of divine barbarians don't have too much to fuss about.

The two sides matched their identities. Oh, isn't that a coincidence?

Crown Prince versus Crown Prince!

Without any more nonsense, Thor turned into a bolt of lightning, raising his war hammer and slamming it down on Freyr.