Tyr was so dazzling, so perfect, like the sun that illuminated the earth, and his brilliance almost broke through the clouds and appeared before all beings.

But in the end, the light stopped in front of the dark clouds.

Tyr's strength was stronger than he had anticipated at first, and now he could tear through the clouds with his reach, shake the earth with a stomp, and shout and countless warrior souls rose up to fight for him.

He is the god of war.

Tyr asked with a complicated expression:

"Why? You have to help me transform, if I was a mortal in the skin of a god just now, then now there is no doubt that I am a true god, and I am a god in terms of identity and strength. ”

Hervin says:

"Didn't I tell you the reason in the first place? I never intended to fight you because I couldn't defeat you. ”

Tyr furrowed his brows, his expression calm.

He was no longer affected by the powers of the old gods, so he was able to keep his sanity:

"I don't understand what you mean, but I'm grateful to you, I'm a bad person, but not an ungrateful fool, if you want, I can leave Firth now, and promise not to do any more evil until I take control of my power.

"My purpose in starting a war is only to gain strength, and since you have done it for me, I can take a temporary retreat and let your family and the people of this city live, how about it?"

Tyr believed that Hervin would accept his handout, because no matter how the other party did it, he must be capable of anything now.

He is a god, and God will not fear mortals, and no matter how shocking the mortal deeds are, it is impossible for God to take a second look.

Yes, Herwin helped him become whole, but the focus of the matter was not on Herwen, but on Tyr.

No matter how complete man is, he is only human, and only the wholeness of God is meaningful.

Tyr believed that Hervin would accept his generous mercy, for the divine power boiling in his body was enough to melt ten thousand Herwen himself.

Hervin says:

"I mean, I can't beat you, so I'll have to kill you. ”

Emerald green foliage grew from Herwen's sleeve, mistletoe swirling around and twisting wildly, turning into a spear.

Tyr raised his hand, intending to use his might to make Herwin retreat, he looked at the clouds in the sky and waved his hand.

Nothing happened.

Hewen reminded:

"It's eternal winter, and you won't see the sun. ”

Tyr was surprised and said:

"I feel your Winter power, but the Winter Power alone shouldn't be able to stop my power?"

Hervin says:

"This is the winter of Fimble, the beginning of it all. ”

The sun will no longer appear over the city of Firth.

Tyr could feel the loss of his power, and the stronger the divinity, the faster it was:

"What are you doing? No, stop! This is my power, you can't take it away. ”

Tyr roared, and the souls of countless warriors emerged around the leader of Valhalla, charging towards Hervin

Tyr angrily pounced on Herwen, but before he could take two steps, a huge cold wind came towards him, causing him to stop his progress, and the cold wind turned into a blade, and Tyr was instantly drenched in blood, and sand and dust rose with it, obscuring his vision and making it difficult for him to move.

The souls of countless warriors were also lost in the storm, unable to even take a few steps.

Everything withers, the winter of the wind.

Tyr raised his left hand, erect like a tall building, slender, shadow-encased vengeful soul screaming in the world,

Hail fell from the sky, and the frost elemental gradually turned into a sharp sword as it fell, piercing his body and nailing him to the ground, while the villains and vengeful spirits on the ground meditated with each other, scuffling together and biting each other with the most savage movements.

Compatriots kill each other, the winter of swords.

Tyr gradually descended into hysteria, and like a beast that had lost his mind, he pulled his god body out of the frost blade, and used his divine power to repair himself without restraint.

With the surge of divine power, his body also continued to rise, thirty meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters, three thousand meters, until his long hair touched the unshakable clouds.

The giant god lowered his head and raised his fist high, swinging at the mortals on the ground, trying to smash him to pieces.

However, a foul-smelling wind struck, and the roar of the giant beast was enough to shatter the souls of all things, and two stars appeared in front of Tyr, a pair of wolf eyes.

The huge wolf opened its huge mouth to devour the heavens and the earth, and pounced on the gods.

No, it can't be him.

Tyr was almost scared to death, and for a moment he thought that this giant wolf was the demon wolf that devoured Odin, but both reason and facts told him that this giant beast was nothing more than a monster made by Hevin's spear, and could not be compared to the monster that shook the earth.

Tyr slammed into the wolf with one hand, but he found the beast's mouth opening wider and wider. It was so big that he couldn't hold the wolf's jaws with one hand.

Only then did he realize what was the reason why Hervin had exchanged divinity for his right hand, and that hidden beneath the honey was venom that exuded an evil aura.

He grabbed the wolf's upper jaw with one hand, but the beast as tall as him closed its jaw with ease, and then bit off his left palm.

Tyr gripped the base of his arm and cried out in pain:

"Ahh

The wolf threw him to the ground, his mouth open and hissing frantically at Tyr's throat, sucking the blood of the gods, a flash of greed and longing flashing in his cunning eyes.

Revenge, Winter of the Wolves.

The one-armed god and the giant demon wolf meet again.

Tyr struggled to resist the wolf's bite, its teeth like venom, its body heavier than the leylines, his claws able to easily penetrate Tyr's skin.

But Tyr won't give up.

Tyr roared:

"If you are also a god, then let us fight a dignified decisive battle and pierce your heart with a spear. ”

Step by step, Hervin climbed up to the god's body like a hill, and stood on Tyr's chest, holding aloft the mistletoe spear and looking down at the Lord of War.

"The spear in my hand, known as the Winter of Fimble, once brought absolute silence to the world, and after piercing the heart of Badr, the god of light and the sun, it became the weakest of the god-killers.

"To mortals, it is nothing more than a delicate and petite plant, and it is only in the face of true gods that it reveals its most ferocious and cruel side.

"The reason why I want to help you perfect your divinity is because you are not qualified enough to make it angry, and Fimbull Winter hates the gods who don't even want to look like it, so he sacrificed his life to make a pact with the most evil god Loki, and turned into a spear capable of killing gods.

"In a sense, it's ragnarok. ”

With that, Hervin plunged his spear into Tyr's chest, killing an evil old god.