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The massive Jörmungad suddenly emerged from beneath the Rhine, opened its mouth in a thunderous stance, and bit down on Tyr. And looking at the sudden appearance of Jemongard, Tyr had an expression on his face that was indeed the case.

The big man with only one arm and a bare head and a beard suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and then with a wave of one arm, the sharp sword immediately bloomed with extreme light, like a sword that was infinitely magnified in the air, and slashed down on the head of Yemengad.

As the god of war, Tyr's power is one of the best in all of Asgard. Unlike Odin, who created magic, Thor, who can control thunder and lightning as Thor. The power he possesses is ordinary, but it's also very powerful.

He is the patron saint of warriors, so he is also the most skilled warrior. And the power of the warrior gives him more than just this power, it also gives Tyr more powerful abilities. For example, he can amplify his attacks a thousand times with his divine powers, creating even more powerful destruction. In addition, he has the sharpest eye for insight into the enemy's weaknesses. Or face any enemy with an unyielding attitude. In that state, if he doesn't admit defeat, then unless he is inflicted fatal injuries in an instant, then even if he has a broken hand or foot and a severed head, he can continue to fight until he thinks he doesn't need to fight anymore.

This is the power of the god of war, and it is also the most solid pillar in every god system. It is precisely because of this that Tyr, the god of war, has become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of those enemies who watch Asgard. If they don't get rid of him first, they really won't be able to sleep.

So in the face of Tyr's counterattack, Jörmungadć did not dodge, it allowed the huge light greatsword to fall behind him, and put on a determination to drag Tyr into the water even if he died.

Its massive jaws stretched out a wide distance that could swallow an entire mountain, and even when the greatsword of Tyr had transformed into its palate and almost embedded it in its skull, it had no intention of flinching. Instead, the pain fueled its ferocity, causing it to stretch out its venom-dripping fangs in defiance before closing its mouth desperately toward Tyr's position.

Faced with Jörmungad's devouring predator, Tyr suddenly grew his mouth and let out a wild, furious roar. The sword in his hand, Til Blade, became even greater and sharper under the infusion of his power, and when he slashed horizontally, the dazzling giant sword that changed into this size instantly pierced through the jaw of Yemengad, and then circled out in a near-perfect circle in a groundbreaking posture.

The edge is incomparable, and the blood is raining down. Under Tyr's counterattack, even a terrifying beast like Jörmungadr could not endure the physical pain. It began to roar and wail as the greatsword's cut had severed nearly half of its head from its mouth. The unmistakable pain of this and decapitation made it almost insane, and in the midst of this madness, it was unable to keep its sanity.

It couldn't shut down Tyr anymore, and in fact the beast's instincts told it how wrong it would be to continue to swallow Tyr. So it threw Tyr out of the way when it slammed its head. At the same time, the pain continued to subside, and it began to twitch wildly.

A body larger than a mountain emerges from beneath the Rhine, and the sudden undulation of the river immediately causes the Rhine river to swell wildly, slapping towards both sides like a surging tide tsunami. At the same time, the body of the giant snake was also swimming wildly.

Its scales scraped against the rock walls along the shore, making the solid rock as easily chopped and crumbled like tofu. And as its huge, spur-riddled tail twitched and slammed into the land on both sides, the Asgardian warriors and dark gnomes present felt a panic that bordered on a natural disaster.

The earth is shaking, the surface is cracking, and the rivers are sharper than weapons, heavier than rocks. Just touching it has the power to kill people, but the most fatal thing is the tail of the twitching snake. It was still rioting, making all of this, and even whipping at the gnome warships docked on the ground without any scruples.

In the midst of the piercing and terrifying sound, the huge sword-like battleship had been torn into countless pieces by the terrifying tail of the giant serpent. The hard metal fell straight down like a crumbling rock, splashing countless smoke and dust, and at the same time, it also made countless dark gnomes hold their heads and rats. But no matter how they run, there are still some people who are doomed to bad luck. In such a short period of time, the casualties inflicted by Jemongard have already surpassed Asgard's victory against the Dark Gnomes.

This situation left both sides a little confused, and they were both confused. Where is Jemongard? Even some of the Asgardians began to wonder if Tyr had subdued the beast and turned it to its original camp.

Of course, this is just conjecture. Because the crazy Jemongad was simply a crazy beast that could not distinguish between friend and foe, and the snake tail that had broken the battleship twitched violently under the severe pain, and then fell violently to the ground. The huge serpent's tail is indistinguishable from the mountain, and it has a terrifying sound like the overturning of Tarzan, and under such a momentum, whether it is an Asgardian or a dark gnome, there is only one thing they can do, and that is to escape.

No one wants to die if they can live, and they still die under this monster. So, the two sides made a fairly unanimous decision. But it's not so easy to escape, especially with a monster of this size. Seeing that the warriors of Asgard were about to be poisoned by Jemongard, Tyr, who had come to his senses, let out a loud cry and drew his sword again.

The unrivaled edge pierced through the missing half of Jörmungad's head in an instant, and fixed it on the riverbed. At the same time, Tyr stretched out his single arm, transforming it into an infinitely huge pillar of size, and then, with the boundless power and rumbling sound that pierced through the clouds and the sea, smashed through the spine of Jörmungad, smashed its huge body into a puddle of mud, and slowly shrank into the river in a feeble convulsion.

It was a fatal blow, but even such an attack didn't kill Jemongard. Its huge body was still twitching unconsciously, and each twitch stirred up countless pieces of sediment from under the bed of the Rhine, making the whole river muddy in an instant, and in this turbidity, it was impossible to see what had changed under the riverbed.

This made Tyr a little worried, and he wanted to end the fight as soon as possible, preferably by killing Jemongard once and for all. To this end, he began to squeeze his tired body, re-condensed the power of the god of war, and poured it into the Tirfeng in his hand.

The massive greatsword of light, which could almost slash through the clouds, was revealed, and just as Tyr was about to slash the blade into the riverbed, a violent and terrifying wind came from behind him.

Coming from a warrior's naturally sharp sixth sense, Tyr turned around in time to hold the sword in front of him. And just after he had done this, a terrifying force crashed into his body, knocking him out like a meteor.

Under the onslaught of this force, Tyr couldn't stop his body at all. His body was swept into the river, and the swift speed and terrifying power caused the river to be split in half by his body, and two curtains of water tens of meters high were separated on either side of him. It looked as if a river had been split in the middle.

However, Tyr is Tyr after all, the god of war of Asgard. Although he was accidentally attacked, he quickly stabilized himself and stood up again on the river. And at this time, he also saw clearly the guy who attacked him, so much so that he couldn't help but pronounce such a name with a complicated expression.

"Hoddle!"

That's right! In front of him was the former god of darkness, Hoddle, who had been exiled from Asgard for killing his brother, but now he had a new look and a new name.

The original Hoddle was a blind man with a gloomy face and terrible quirks. Of course, he is still in human form no matter what. And now Hoddle is no longer human. Now he was a wolf, a monster wolf of huge size and covered in pitch-black mist.

At a height of five or six meters at the shoulder, it can face most of the creatures in the Nine Kingdoms from above, even the giants. The deep metallic color of the black fur, the thick body and the four claws like the trunk of the tree can also clearly make people feel its strength and power. Its eyes were like the most terrifying lights in the night, and its teeth were sharper than any sword. And the most palpitating and frightening thing is the expression on its face.

When a wolf looks sinister, as vicious as a human, in front of you, anyone will feel scared. And now, in the face of such a demon wolf who had been staring at him with a cruel smile, Tyr just said this with a bitter mouth.

"Are you finally willing to show up, Hoddle, my stupid brother!"

"Stupid brother, are you talking about me, Tyr! It's funny, what makes you think I'm stupid? I don't have that kind of awareness. ”

Fenrir, the former god of darkness, stared at Tyr with oozing green eyes, then snorted and gasped for a white mist, and replied to him with a sinister smile.

"Look at what you look like now!" Hoddle's obsession hurt Tyre's heart, and he stared at Fenrir and yelled in emotion. "You've become a monster through and through now. And this is just to take revenge on Asgard, is it worth it? It's not enough for you to kill Balder and cut off my arm, but you actually stretched out your poisonous hand to your father and to the country that gave birth to you and raised you, don't you feel a little regretful? ”

"Regrets? How can it be! (To be continued.) )