Hunter raised his sword, and he roared in a voice that mortal brains couldn't recognize:

"War, war, everything is meaningless, war, victory, destruction. ”

He rushed out as he wished, and now he was going to rush outside, with the war.

He did not lose his mind, it is better to say that what he sees at this moment is the truth, and in the face of absolute truth, the rules and regulations of the past can no longer bind him.

What lovers, parents, friends, dreams, honors, vows, can't make a ripple in his brain.

He even regretted that he hadn't understood the gods' teachings sooner, and the whispers of the gods had been echoing around him.

The death of all is not a catastrophe, but a dance of all to celebrate the great and invisible.

Now he wants to bring this gift to himself and Tamu's family, so that they too can get a glimpse of the divine gesture of the gods that resides in their brains and cannot be described in mortal words.

"Stop. Herwin stood in front of him.

Hunter looked at the man who suddenly appeared and let out a miserable and twisted scream.

To the human ear, at least, he utters a meaningless madness that cannot be parsed and lacks logic.

"War, war, to Tyre, to the High Priest, to the king, to Tyre!"

The power of the Old Gods had completely penetrated their brains, polluting their souls, and even the air vibrations caused by their vocal cords carried unspeakable taboo commands.

It is the reverberation of the remnants of the gods in the human world, it is the taboo distortion that desecrates life, it is the war itself that spreads on its own.

Hunter raised his sword and aimed it at Hewen's throat, slashing it with ease.

This is for the war.

But to Hunter's surprise, the man in front of him ignored his sharp blade, just rubbed his gloves, and stood there and snapped his fingers.

Cold.

The blade stopped its trajectory in the air, its raised right foot hung in midair, its heart stopped beating, and its blood clotted to ice.

No, it's not just ice, thinking has gradually stopped, no, what am I thinking about now, war or victory, honor or courage?

By the way, if only war makes sense? Then why does Tam's keep ......

The brain stops moving, and the soul freezes.

Herwin moved on, leaving the humanoid ice sculpture in place.

More than a hundred meters behind Hunter, countless ice sculptures stood on the ground, most of them with hideous faces and silent roars, vowing to plunge their weapons into the enemy's chest.

It's just that they can't even move a centimeter.

Now that winter is in place, mortals are not allowed to fight until Hewen allows it.

The white dragon was pressed and beaten by Tyr at this moment.

"That's the courage of Tyr!"

Tyr grabbed the white dragon by the back with both hands and lifted it high into the air, and the breastplate came with an inexhaustible power.

He threw the dragon to the ground, and the white dragon slammed limply on the ground, its back spine slamming into the white tower, and the magically blessed tower shook as it shook and slammed huge stones down from the sky and smashed on George's body.

Tyr took advantage of the victory and walked in front of the white dragon, clasped his hands, and smashed into the white dragon's head like a furious thunderbolt, the scales split, and the cold white blood flowed from the white dragon's cheeks to the ground, turning into a layer of snow.

Is that all?

Is there only so little bit of his own strength and will, and after stripping away the power from his father, is there only such an unbearable and fragile thing left?

The white dragon struggled to reach out his front hooves to lift himself back from the ground, and Tyr stomped on his back, pushing him back to his knees.

The dragon raised its head and roared, but before the frost could burst out of his throat, Tyr grabbed his upper and lower jaws with both hands and clasped his mouth tightly.

"Don't scream, Xiaolong, I said that even your father would make him retract that sentence, and now is the time for you to retract your arrogant words.

"Dragons? are nothing more than big beasts in my eyes. ”

Bai Long said hoarsely:

"Yes, dragons are nothing but intelligent beasts, my father gave me animal nature, but King Arthur taught me human nature. ”

"Humility!"

The dragon shook off Tyr.

"Sacrifice!

The dragon stood in place and spread its wings.

"Mercy!

The dragon landed on both feet, its wings waving, its front paws raised high, and roared in the sky.

"Justice!

The claws became hands, the hooves became legs, and the beast became men.

The white dragon was standing on two feet at the moment, its slender forelimbs had become thicker, its wings had shrunk in half, and its head had more human features, like a gigantic half-dragon man.

But he had more characteristics than the average half-dragon man, with a long tail, shiny scales, breath in his lungs, graceful lines, and eyes that only dragons have.

Tyr says:

"Standing up doesn't make you stronger. ”

Huge ice spikes spiraled across George's right palm, twisting into a rudimentary long sword:

"Of course not, my strength will be weakened, my magic will flow more slowly, but at least I can hold a sword. ”

George was full of confidence that he was finally free from the shackles of bestiality.

He swung his ice sword and stabbed it into Tyr's breastplate, and Tyr grabbed it directly with his hand, and Tyr didn't even shed a drop of blood.

Tyr shook his head:

"Do you know why I didn't stop you from standing up?"

George confidently said:

"Even if you can make my body bend down, you can't make my soul succumb, the metamorphosis of the body can be interrupted, but the growth of the spirit cannot be reversed. ”

Tyr says:

"Not really, but because it's August 15, 00:01. ”

The white dragon didn't understand what he was talking about:

"What?"

Tyr snaps the ice sword and throws it at George's chest.

The white dragon's eyes couldn't even catch what was happening, and he saw his chest thrust into the top of the ice sword.

Blood poured out, and light snow fell in the sky.

"How is that possible? Are you a demigod, no, you are more than a demigod!"

Thiel explains:

"You don't have a chance to struggle anymore, today is Tuesday (Tiwesdæg), which means the day of Tyr. ”

Today, Tyr is no longer a nameless king who steals his powers, but a true deity of weakness.

Although he was so weak that he wasn't even more powerful than a mortal, and other gods could easily kill him, he was a god indeed.

All that is needed now is to regain his power by starting wars all over the world, and yes, this is his power, not the power of the god of justice, the son of Odin.

His god gave war as a gift to Odin, and now he wants to take it back.

What the gods discarded, let the king bear it.

He was to replace Tyr, he was to erase any hope of Tyre's possible resurrection, and he was to punish the gods who had betrayed his people.

At this moment, he is Tyr, the god of war and revenge, replacing Tyr of Tyr.