Stupid Odin

As a Vanir god, who doesn't have a few tricks up their sleeve?

Some Vanir gods transformed into exaggerated giant flowers, using the withering of divine power petals as a price to evade this lethal amount of damage; others transformed into giant octopuses, sacrificing limbs to survive.

Logically speaking, these guys should be difficult to deal with.

But the Aesir gods here are numerous and strong.

Heimdall and Tyr wielded their divine swords, cutting down the two Vanir gods who had just escaped death again as if they were slicing melons and vegetables.

And then again.

This time, finally, the first Vanir god died and did not reveal any strange substitutes, but fell straight down in human form, covered in blood.

It was Loki who made the move.

"Wow? He… …really died?" Loki, holding a blood-stained giant battle axe, wore a playful expression.

He blinked, his innocent eyes as if he had just killed not a true god, but a domesticated little rabbit.

"Yes."

The accompanying Gullveig couldn't hide her sorrowful expression: "Not every Vanir god is like me, storing a large number of substitutes to withstand fatal injuries."

"Shameless!"

"Bitch!"

"Traitor!"

Even though they were in a flurry, the few Vanir gods still didn't forget to angrily spit venom at their own traitor.

Gullveig's face turned green, and her body trembled slightly.

She didn't attack, but said, "Angr, Marukka, the Vanir gods cannot be a match for the Aesir gods, surrender."

The tolerant and benevolent Tyr didn't forget to shout loudly: "Surrender and you shall not be killed!"

"I refuse!"

These Vanir gods were arranged by Njord to guard the rear, their strength might be lacking, but their loyalty was unquestionable.

While sending signals to urge friendly forces to support them, they continued to resist stubbornly.

Njord, who was already fighting Doges in the air and had been killed four times, couldn't help but become anxious when he saw the request for help, his eyes turning completely red: "Does the Aesir tribe really want to kill us all?"

"Pfft!"

Doges was amused: "You're killing me!

You guys decided to declare war with a pat on your heads!

Of course you can start a war, but whether to stop the war and how to stop it is not up to you!"

"Humph!"

Njord stopped talking, transforming into a giant illusory ray, stirring up hundreds of meters of semi-transparent, semi-real illusory waves, and bombarding Doges head-on.

Doges didn't even block, he just used a large-scale Z-shaped maneuver, a light dodge that allowed Njord's ultimate move to miss.

One move missed, waiting for Njord's divine sword to become the ice-attribute [Jotunheim Sword].

Helpless, Njord could only use the crown of his head to effectively intercept this sword.

Fourth life… …falls!

Doges continued to pursue, Njord, who had finally caught his breath, continued to engage in high-intensity elemental bombardment with Doges, suffering to the extreme.

The battle between the two god-kings in mid-air erupted into bright spots of light, emitting intense light.

If the battlefield was still in Asgard, these spreading elemental turbulence would undoubtedly cause terrible destruction to everything around them.

This is mid-air, Doges can completely let go and beat his opponent.

Under this situation, it was impossible for Njord to free up his hands to deal with Odin's commando team that was about to attack his lair.

This allowed Odin to easily deal with those few Vanir gods, and act according to plan.

"I'll leave this to you."

Odin looked at Heimdall solemnly.

This 'White Aesir God' revealed his signature mouthful of gold teeth: "Go in peace, second uncle.

Unless Njord himself comes, no one can take control of the Rainbow Bridge from my hands."

"Good!"

Odin wouldn't get tangled up.

While the two god-kings were fighting inextricably, staggered travel also required strength.

… …

Mid-level world, Vanaheim.

The Vanir Goddess, Fertility Goddess [Nerthus] clasped her hands together, along with the remaining gods who stayed behind, anxiously looking up at the Asgard continent in the sky, which occasionally erupted with brilliant light.

Due to the attack on the Aesir tribe's homeland, those annoying catapults have finally stopped.

The only thing those who stay behind can do is wait.

A beautiful and sexy blonde goddess, dragging a long golden robe to the ground, came to the gentle and dignified Fertility Goddess and said affectionately: "Mother, Father will win, right?"

"Freyja, my most beautiful baby.

Don't worry, he will win."

Even though there was undisguised worry on the goddess's face, she still affirmed: "He must win!"

Two consecutive defeats had already cast a thick haze in the hearts of the Vanir gods.

The feeling of being led by the nose by the enemy god-king was very bad.

The Vanir gods have no retreat.

A world wrapped in chaos cannot accommodate two independent gods.

Whether they want to or not, they must always determine the winner, at least determine the big and small kings.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Otherwise, neither family would be convinced.

Just as they were looking forward to it, a sudden change occurred!

A magnificent rainbow cut through the night sky, and fell with a dazzling light that the entire Vanir world could see.

In the high-brightness rainbow light that was enough to make people dizzy, several huge figures began to kill as soon as they appeared.

"Giants?!"

The Vanir gods who stayed behind changed their voices due to fear.

Occasionally, giants in this world would wake up from the ice and directly kill Asgard to find trouble with the Aesir gods.

But as long as the giants have lived for a long time, they must be on the Aesir tribe's side.

The bright bronze armor on their bodies is the best proof.

For the Vanir gods, these huge beasts themselves were difficult enough to deal with, not to mention those armed to the teeth.

The one who took the lead was naturally Aunt Doges and Uncle's family, in addition to Loki's two brothers Helblindi and Byleistr.

These four giants wielded huge special maces, and every swing was bound to be a bloody storm.

Those mortal guards who followed the Vanir gods were like stick figures, a large pile of them were knocked away with one stick, and their bodies showed various strange folds in mid-air.

Their bodies hadn't even landed yet, and it looked like they wouldn't survive.

"Use magic to deal with them!"

The Vanir god who spoke was terminated once before his voice fell by a gun of light across the night sky.

Using [Gungnir] to deal with such a combat intensity can be called an adult killing kindergarten.

"Be careful, that guy is powerful!"

Another Vanir god didn't finish speaking, only feeling a pain in his back, and he also lost a life.

Loki, wearing a dark green robe, still had enough energy to press down on the collar that was messed up by the wind, revealing a playful smile: "Isn't Loki powerful?"

Now Loki's combat power among the Aesir gods is definitely not in the top five, but in front of these third-rate Vanir gods who stayed behind, he is simply like a god of war.

Raising his head and waving his sword, bowing his head and chopping back, spinning around and sweeping across, in one deliberate freeze-frame of suave movements, the lives of those Vanir gods were rapidly diminishing.