Herwin asked:

"Can you guarantee that after I leave, you won't do anything evil in the future?"

Tyr tilted his head sideways and sneered:

"Are you a child? I said yes, would you believe it?"

Hewen shook his head:

"I'm just going through the motions, but I'm not stopping you just to destroy evil, there are actually some personal reasons. ”

Tyr asked curiously:

"I thought you were that stupid altruist, maybe you weren't that stupid, why would you stop me?"

Hervin explains:

"Unleashing the power of the Old Gods at will will lead to an investigation by the Primordial Fire. ”

Tyr laughed insolently:

"What are you afraid of? those little worms? I take back my words, you are even more pathetic than I thought, and I have even begun to hesitate to make a deal with you. ”

Herwin shook his head and chuckled:

"You can take them easily, but you'll catch Gaphnan's attention. ”

Tyr said unconcernedly:

"A new god? Maybe you don't understand, but let me tell you, the gap between gods and gods is huge, and weak gods and powerful gods are two completely different species.

"And the power in me comes from one of the twelve main gods of Asgard, and your barren brain may not be able to comprehend it, although he is only a hunting dog of Odin, but even Odin's dog is not comparable to those weak gods.

"Although the territory of the Primordial Fire is not small in the atrium, the current gods are still too weak compared to the gods of the old era, not to mention that Odin's territory was once spread all over the Nine Realms. ”

Hervin says:

"One thing you may not know, Gaphnan didn't create the Primordial Fire, or even said she didn't care about anything on the ground.

"The Primordial Flame is nothing more than a small gathering of fanatical believers who have seen her form. ”

Tyr frowned:

"Small?"

Hervin shrugged:

"It's quite small relative to her strength, and if you were Tyr, you might be able to defeat her, but Gaphnan isn't a woman who is afraid of challenges, and if it were you, you'd probably be slapped to death. ””

Tyr asked:

"Looks like you know Gaphnan well. ”

Hewen said indifferently:

"A little, after all, I don't want any god to set his eyes on the world. ”

Tyr asked:

"Why?"

Hervin:

"Maybe it's because I'm more privacy-conscious?"

Tyr sneered:

"Thank you for the reminder that I won't be exposing myself until I have enough strength, but allow me a little indulgence today, and let the entire inhabitants of Firth dance wildly for our battle. ”

Herwin took off his two gloves and threw them beside him:

"Sorry, it's winter. ”

Tyr opened his mouth in surprise.

As Hervin said, winter is here.

The war froze.

Tyr could no longer remain detached:

"Who the hell are you?"

Hervin says:

"Who am I? This is a bit of a profound question, and if I were given a few more years I might be able to give you a barely satisfactory answer. ”

Tyr says:

"You know that's not what I'm asking, there's no way someone like you is nobody. ”

Hervin says:

"Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of explaining my origins to others. ”

Tyr had enough of Hervin.

He raised his right hand:

"I am the master of war and vengeance, the messenger of victory, the god of justice and law, and the god of evil. ”

The dazzling light condensed on his right hand, the spear of victory pierced through the clouds appeared in his hand, and Firth ushered in the day.

Hervin received:

"You are the god of the covenant who betrayed the oath, you are the one-armed man, the remnant of the wolf. ”

Tyr's right arm was severed at the root, as if he had been bitten alive by a demon wolf as huge as a hill.

How could he possibly know this secret? carelessly, he was a frost giant, and must have been alive before dusk, perhaps somewhere he had heard of the hidden shame of the gods.

Even though he lost an arm, Tyr was more complete.

He scoffed:

"Thank you for making me stronger, I may have lost an arm, but I gained more divinity. ”

Hervin says:

"You don't seem to have figured out one thing, I'm not actually fighting you, I'm just doing what I need to do – kill you.

"I'm just making your posture more suitable for me to kill. ”

Tirha laughed:

"How arrogant, do you know what is in front of you? I am a god, a little weaker, but there is no doubt that I am a god, a god who can make the seas boil, the storms stop, and all beings worship!"

Hervin emphasized:

"Very weak gods. ”

Tyr's face turned cold:

"Hubris, hubris, hubris, hubris and stupidity!"

A touch of emerald green poked out of Herwen's sleeve:

"I can't make sentient beings worship, but I'm a little interested in killing gods today. ”

Tyr stretched out his left hand and forged a longsword with war, victory, and glory.

The god of war took up arms and was so powerful that his blade sliced through the light, tearing through the aether and slashing at the giant.

Hewen held the dagger forged with death and ice in both hands at the same time, and the two blades joined together to block the sword body of the god of war.

Light and snow erupted in a clash of blades and daggers, and the sacred and death fell into the abyss together.

Tyr raised his sword again, and again and again, never stopping to slam the blade into the fragile dagger in Hevin's hand, and with each touch, a crack appeared in the transparent blade of the ice forg.

The snow fell on the city, and the pure white light illuminated the city through the dense clouds.

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