Stupid Odin

Odin couldn't help but shout, "Njord! Have you gone mad? Aren't you afraid that modifying Vanaheim like this will cause the space to collapse and destroy this small world?"

Njord's gloomy voice echoed from within the Sea God Temple: "You Aesir have left us Vanir no way to live. So what if this small world is destroyed? Especially with the Allfather's brother and a group of divine sons to accompany me in death..."

Madman!

This wicked seed is definitely a madman!

At this moment, Odin finally understood why his elder brother chose to take in Freya and Gullveig. Some things should not be done to the extreme. The premise of leaving no room for maneuver is that one's own side possesses overwhelming power and does not need to bear the possible consequences.

Regardless of whether Odin was willing to admit it, the Vanir were worthy of the name of gods.

He could be ruthless, and so could Njord.

Odin was no longer thinking about controlling the Vanir or enfeoffing a god-king. He only wanted to ensure that the troops he had brought out would not be annihilated here.

At this moment, many of the Aesir's mortal troops fell into the water in horror. Clad in heavy armor, they struggled, most of them falling into the water. A small number had to rely on the giants' help to get their heads above the water to breathe. Tragically, at this rate, it wouldn't be long before even the giants would be unable to protect themselves.

Throughout the scene, only Thor, wielding Mjolnir and able to fly, was slightly better off, but he couldn't carry many companions!

The giant Thiazzi roared unceremoniously, "Odin! You fool, do something?!"

"Shut up, I'm doing it!" Odin frantically stirred up the divine power within his body, attempting to use the chill spewed out by [Winter's Breath] to freeze all of this massive body of water.

"Crack, crack."

The surging chill, like the frozen clouds of a polar storm, instantly caused a large number of crystal-like, glittering ice blocks to appear in the azure water. These shimmering ice blocks then solidified together, facing the countless water columns.

It looked like it would block the water like the previous ice dam.

Odin quickly despaired!

Just like when Njord rashly attacked Asgard and was beaten like a dog by his elder brother.

Odin did not belong to Vanaheim. Even if he possessed complete control over the [Jötunheimr] world like his elder brother Thanes, there was still the problem of a divine power output that was too low.

If the ice power he brought here per unit of time was 1, then the ocean power that Njord, fighting on his home turf, could call upon was at least 5!

This difference in efficiency meant that he could never overwhelm Njord in this ocean-dominated world!

Soon, a desperate voice rang out.

"Crack, crack!"

The ice wall... cracked!

The shattered ice wall turned into countless uncontrolled ice blocks of various sizes, forming a shattered ice river, pouring down towards the Aesir army.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Save... glug, glug..."

"Odin, you bastard..."

"Waste! I shouldn't have trusted you!"

In the chaos, gods and giants alike revealed their true feelings, venting all the anger from the unfavorable battles of the past three months.

Odin had never experienced such panic in his life. Watching this scene of collapse, as if it were the end of the world, he was at a loss. Suddenly, he caught sight of Loki.

He rushed through the rapids, grabbed Loki's breastplate, and shouted fiercely, "Loki! If you have any good ideas, say them now!"

"We have no way! Really!" Loki also wore a mournful face.

"Really?!" Odin did not hide his disappointment and pain.

Unexpectedly, Loki only spoke halfway, only to see him point his right index finger towards the sky: "But he does! His Majesty Thanes definitely has a way!"

"He..." Odin's one eye was full of confusion.

After fighting for three months without producing any decent results, he would just slink back to see his elder brother?

No, he had no face to face the gods and his giant in-laws.

Thinking of his parents' disappointed faces, Odin's heart was cut like a knife.

But compared to having his entire army wiped out here, and even having his elder brother's descendants encounter misfortune, his face was not worth mentioning.

No, perhaps his elder brother had foreseen this scene long ago and was coldly watching him from the sky.

The coldness in Odin's eyes grew stronger.

The problem was that he did not dare to hesitate any longer. If the losses were too great, once his elder brother abandoned him, the other Aesir gods would tear him, Odin, alive.

"My King! Save us——" After Odin shouted in extreme humiliation, the Aesir gods and giants, who had been bewildered, woke up and shouted along.

"My King! Save us——"

In fact, they did not need to shout at all, nor did Thanes need to sense it deliberately. When the Vanaheim below showed signs of change, the dutiful Heimdall sent out a distress signal.

Under the watchful eyes of the nervous Paul and his wife, as well as a group of goddesses, Thanes came to the western edge of the Asgard continent, surrounded by the Valkyries.

Looking down at Vanaheim from afar, it looked like a wadded-up blue tablecloth. The water outside the continent had long been drawn away, vaguely revealing the wretched seabed.

All the water was guided to the island where the Sea God Temple was located.

Thanes quietly watched this scene, the exaggerated reflection of the water below casting an unusual blue glow on his cheeks.

[Midgard's Sword] was tightly gripped in his right hand, the tip of the sword drooping, a loamy yellow line extending from the sword guard on the inside of the hilt all the way to the tip of the sword. Countless phantoms flashed on the tip of the sword.

This divine sword, representing the entire human world, trembled slightly in his hand, responding in this way to the call of Thanes, the creator god who created mankind.

It was now gradually gathering energy from the entire Midgard world, echoing the grand divine will in his heart.

"My foolish brother! This time, to save you, the price paid is a bit too high!"

Thanes roughly estimated that with this move, the number of creatures born in Midgard in the next few years would be reduced by at least a quarter.

Moreover, this kind of consumption within the world was definitely disliked by the world will of Ginnungagap.

There was no other way!

Who asked Thanes to have such an ambitious divine brother with considerable strength?

At the core of the World Tree, a ray of light suddenly lit up.

That light was so faint, no different from a firefly.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, it was like a prairie fire, instantly extending from the center of the World Tree, crossing space and arriving in the divine sword in Thanes' hand.

The sword suddenly increased in weight!

And it was increasing in weight at a geometric rate!

Even Thanes, who had inherited the immense power of Ymir, the progenitor of the Frost Giants, was not worth mentioning in the face of this weight.

Thanes released [Midgard's Sword].

Clearly, only a sword had fallen, but the earth-shattering, exaggerated momentum, the huge roar like the collapse of a mountain, made onlookers feel that what Thanes had dropped was not a sword, but a mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles.

It easily pierced through the spatial barrier above the Sea God Temple, pierced through the thick hundred-meter body of water, and finally crashed straight into the front gate of the Sea God Temple.

This miniature ocean, created by Njord by gathering the entire Vanaheim world, was thus grandly split apart by this sword.

No!

What was split apart was not just the sea, but also this world.

The straight trail left by the falling divine sword was like a branch of fate, deeply engraved in the eyeballs and souls of every being present.

In the sky, the great aura belonging to Thanes fell with a boom.

It was grand and generous, solemn and majestic, it did not even sound like a voice, but rather like a narration added to an ancient epic.

He simply stated a sentence.

A truth!

A truth that could not be challenged or disobeyed.

"Be my subject, and receive my favor!"