Tyr looked at the towering stone tower in front of him, and he casually threw his white robe into the street.

At this moment, he was wearing silver skirt armor on the lower half of his body, while the muscular outline of his upper body was completely bare, and he held a short sword in his left hand.

The dagger is justice, and the skirt armor is glory.

According to his original plan, he should now not be holding a dagger of justice, but a more powerful war longsword, and he will also wear a breastplate of courage on his upper body and a contract helmet on his head.

If there were no accidents, the power he stole would not have been only about one-third of the original amount, and the destruction of his reason and the distortion of his personality by the power of the old gods would have been reduced a lot.

It's a pity.

But even if he knew that he would come here, a large part of it was due to the influence of a mental infection, and he couldn't turn back.

He doesn't plan to turn back either.

The god of war could not refuse an easy victory, let alone fear defeat.

He had seen Fu Tigeng, and even if the plan went well, it was difficult for him to say that he would be able to defeat the evil dragon, but fortunately, his enemy was only the son of the white dragon.

The reason why Fu Ti Geng is the demon king who rules half of the continent is not because of any bloodline or talent, but because he is Fu Ti Geng, that's all.

He didn't think George could inherit anything from his father other than his surname.

Above the tower, the white dragon leaned over.

The white dragon is about 30 meters long with its tail, but its back is only about 5 meters above the ground, and its huge body does not look bloated, but its bones and muscular structure can give people a feeling of lightness.

The white dragon jumped down from the tower lightly, gently waved its wide wings, and the air waves blew away the gravel and dust, and the dragon's hooves stepped on the flat stone ground, making a faint sound as if it was just a golden eagle stopping at a branch.

In the middle of the city, where countless buildings are lined up, and in the darkness of night, George Pendragon looks down at the villain in front of him.

The dragon folded its wings:

"Who are you?"

Tyr waved his dagger:

"My name is Tyr, and I'm the one who wants to cut off your dragon's head and hang it in the closet. ”

George turned around and swung his tail, and the white hard whip tore through the air, causing a sonic boom, leaving a crack in the stone brick that was half a meter deep and about ten meters long.

At the moment of the swing of the dragon's tail, Tyr quickly and accurately deflected George's attack with his short sword, but he was also pushed away by the force, but he only adjusted the arc slightly in the air before falling back to the ground smoothly and safely.

The white dragon squatted in place, his tail dangling in the air:

"This little bit of power, dare to challenge me?"

Tyr replied:

"I'm not challenging you, I'm trying to kill you. ”

The white dragon changed its posture and stood on all fours, its slender body stretched out completely, and its huge dragon head was lowered:

"Just you?"

Tyr says:

"Xiaolong, I have seen your father, if it is him standing in front of him at this moment, I will not be surprised that he said this, but even if it is him, I will let him take it back. ”

The monstrous dragon's teeth were exposed, and the dragon felt very ridiculous:

"You?"

Tyr raised the short sword in his left hand:

"This sword is called the Sword of Justice. ”

George says:

"You're going to destroy me, the evil dragon?"

Tyr replied:

"No, I want to tell you that this sword will grow stronger with the righteousness in the user's heart, and a true hero can gain legendary power as long as he holds this sword, even if he is only a mortal. ”

The white dragon snored:

"Heh, if it's as you say, how many legends will there be in this world?"

Tyr smiled sarcastically:

"I'm talking about real heroes, heroes who meet the conditions in spirit, mind, behavior, and even soul, it is estimated that there will be no more than ten on this continent, and the sword in my hand is not a mortal weapon.

"It has only one drawback, and that is that it is completely inaccessible to those who scorn justice in their hearts, and if the person who wields the sword is evil, then it weakens the power of the user. ”

With that, Tyr plunged the Sword of Justice into the ground, then released his left hand and faced the White Dragon.

"Come on, little dragon. ”

Tyr's body was enlarged in equal proportions under the blessing of divine power, and it was giant to nearly 8 meters tall, and he raised his hands and ran towards the white dragon.

The white dragon jumped up, its slender wings flapped at a constant speed, its huge body swept through at high speed at a low altitude, leaving afterimages and scattered snowflakes wherever the white dragon passed, he flew directly in front of Tyr, pressed Tyr's shoulder with one dragon claw, and the other claw grabbed Tyr's head and pressed him to the ground.

Tyr didn't use any fancy punches or grappling skills at the moment, and launched counterattacks with the most primitive physical collisions, elbows, shoulder strikes, bites, roars, all of which were the most efficient moves that humanoids could achieve.

The giant and the white dragon wrestled and rolled on the ground like drunks and beasts, and each time they collided, the ground collapsing a little or destroying a building.

Fortunately, George had dismissed the surrounding residents early in the morning, leaving only the members of the Knights, otherwise their aftermath would have killed dozens of civilians in a matter of seconds.

The dragon found an opportunity to crush Tyr beneath him, slashing its throat at his skull, and sharp icicles and aircurrents carrying extremely low temperatures rushed towards Tyr's face, turning his entire head into an ice sculpture.

"You're challenging Tyr's ......," Tyr's face erupted with purple light, shattering the ice, "Glory." ”

Purple light flowed through Tyr's skin, and the damage from the battle was completely gone.

This is the power that Tyr's Glory possesses, repairing all non-lethal wounds on his body every thirty seconds.

This means that if the enemy does not inflict fatal wounds, or has the ability to restrain Tyr's glory, he cannot be dealt with by accumulating injuries.

The seemingly childish fight with the white dragon just now, in fact, every attack was aimed at the most dangerous place of the opponent, and Tyr used this method to test whether he could defeat him with his eternal physical strength.

Obviously not, the dragon's most powerful weapon is their body, and although the strength of the white dragon is not the body, it does not mean that their body is weak.

Everyone only remembers the frost of the white dragon because the frost is more unique than the powerful body, and the frost is more dangerous.

Although Tyr didn't want to continue the melee fight, George didn't intend to let him go, and with his body that was several times more agile and athletic than Tyr, he walked through the seven- or eight-story building, detouring behind Tyr, and the dragon's claws reaching out to the back of Tyr's neck.

Tyr only bowed his head slightly, allowing the dragon's claws to bring out a trail of blood, and the purple light flowed again, and the injury was fully recovered.

The man twisted his neck:

"Continue?"

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