New Asgard.
It’s not all smooth sailing in this place now.
Thor and Hela have arrived at this place, and the person standing in front of them is Tyr.
Tyr held the Son of Odin in his hand, while Mjolnir was on the ground to one side.
“Brother, I’m here.”
Thor stood upright, with a butcher's cleaver hanging on his waist, and a smile on his face.
Tir nodded silently, then stretched out his hand to open a somewhat strange area.
This thing was not something that Tyr could master originally, but as the Lord of Skyhammer chosen by Diavolo, the quality of fear he presented was too good.
Diavolo doesn't mind giving things that are insignificant to him.
“Hela, I didn’t expect you to stand opposite me. I thought we would never see each other before you or I die of old age.”
Tyr's one-arm muscles bulged, and he slammed the hammer of the son of Odin to the ground.
There was a burst of lightning.
“This thing is much easier to use than Thor’s hammer, have you seen it Thor!”
Tyr roared loudly.
The residents of Asgard were all in a daze at this time, like ordinary people who had stayed up all night.
As graceful as a walking corpse.
They will not take part in this battle.
Tyr can be sure.
Having been instilled with fear, they have become puppets of fear.
At this time, Tyr was the most powerful among the Lords of Heavenly Hammer.
At least facing a Thor, he was very confident.
“That’s our brother!”
Thor took a big step forward and roared at Tyr.
The power of this legendary hammer, the son of Odin, is purer than that of Thor, and is more like a thunder god.
At this time, Tyr held it in his hand and wielded it like a war hammer, which was a bit intolerable for Thor.
Odin and Frigga have disappeared from Thor's world, and the hammer brothers may be the existence he is most troubled with.
Strange brothers are also brothers.
“Is this the Hammer Brother you said?”
Hela’s face looked ugly, as if she had eaten a fly.
Although she didn't mind kicking Odin with the utmost malice, giving birth to a hammer was a bit beyond imagination.
Odin is not Zeus. His aesthetics are similar to those of humans and cannot transcend species.
As for Zeus’s cross-species aesthetic, it’s as outrageous as those of the giant dragons.
for example.
They can identify the prettiest one among a group of pigs, and the most handsome one among a nest of ants.
This ability is a bit scary.
"Yes, sister. I want to rescue our brother first, instead of watching him being simply used as a weapon by Tyr."
Thor said this.
Somewhat outrageous.
A hammer can be used to drive nails instead of a weapon, but it is a bit strange to treat them like brothers.
Even Bulcaisel wouldn't do anything else with a weapon.
No matter what the son of Odin is, he is still a legendary war hammer!
“It looks like you are very confident. Then go for it, I will watch.”
Hela said this, crossed her arms and walked aside.
Save Asgard?
Hela has no such idea.
She now only recognizes Thor as her younger brother, and those zombie-like guys are just a thing of the past.
“Hey, Mjolnir, long time no see.”
Hela waved to Mjolnir on the side, and the hammer flew over like a bird flying into the forest.
This hammer is Hela's old friend. Now that there is no need to be hostile or to follow Thor's will, Mjolnir is naturally under the control of Hela.
With a bang, the two heavy weapons completed their first impact, and Thor took a few steps back.
The eyes seemed to be on fire.
“I have learned a lot of new things, now, be careful! Tyr!”
Thor roared and struck Tyr on the head with the heavy knife in his hand.
There was a flash of fire on the blade.
You can also hear a roar from the monster soul of the butcher, and the smell of some meat being roasted.
Slam, a basic skill.
But this is at least more powerful than a normal attack.
After all, this is a skill that incorporates anger, which is enough for Thor to measure the strength of the person opposite him.
"cut!"
Tyr came up from the side heavily with one arm and a heavy hammer, his movements were very ugly.
However, the flashing lightning above the Son of Odin still made this blow much more powerful.
Hela curled her lips aside, but Tyr was still doing the same thing.
Over such a long time, there has not been much change in the way of fighting.
Perhaps it’s because one arm is missing?
At any rate, Tyr didn't have any extra hands to take out another weapon to fight.
Hela turned her attention to the confused Asgardians and seemed to find something interesting.
So she devoted some energy to find out about those guys.
After all, there is a wife arranged for Thor by Odin, and Hela, as her sister, still plans to observe it.
Then, Hela let out a sharp cry!
Those Asgardians have been used as sacrifices to Diavolo at this time, and those fears are constantly being born and then sent to Diavolo's side.
Hela has touched Diavolo!
“Have you done this? That’s great!”
Tyr said with a cruel smile.
A calculation that is not a calculation.
Whether Hela is curious enough is the key to whether this accident can happen.
Compared to the legendary weapon like the Son of Odin that would constantly burn Tyr’s palms, he still preferred the sky hammer called the Destroyer!
"what have you done!"
Thor held a heavy weapon in front of him, ready to stop Tyr's actions at any time.
He only has one brother and one sister. Now Tyr is a monster!
Thor's strong sense of responsibility prompted him to take such action.
“Your hammer brother, only we will fight next!”
Tyr waved his hand and threw the son of Odin to Thor's feet, his eyes darkened.
The voice is a little trembling.
Those who destroy ambitions will not be merciful to their hosts.
The essence of this thing is to constantly use fear to destroy one of the holders, and then manipulate the host to become a puppet when needed.
Tyr is now a complete devil!
"ha!"
Thor let out a war cry at the top of his lungs, raising the heavy sword in his hand above his head, not caring whether Tyr would take advantage of this open door to give him a hard blow!
There is no need to think about this.
This was among the things Thor learned from the barbarians.
The anger will rise more violently when they are attacked. As long as they do not die under this attack, their injuries can make their next attack more powerful!
“Ouch!”
The butcher's roar and Thor's roar complement each other!
The heavy knife hit the ground directly from a distance!
Then, the landslide and the earth cracked!
Earth-shattering·The earth roars!
All the evil fury will be released under this blow, and it can also bring more powerful damage!
You don’t even need to smash the weapon on the enemy’s head to cause intense damage!
Tyr pulled out the Destroyer and rushed out uncontrollably!
Diavolo is no match for Bulcaisel.
But he can't take down Bulcasso, nor can he take down a Thor?
Feeling the fury of that ground-shattering strike, Diavolo thought of Warusk.
The two thumps have a similar smell.
That's why he ignored whether Tyr's body could withstand this kind of force and rushed forward!
“Die! Die! Die!”
Hela on one side kept mumbling, her body shaking and whizzing like chaff.
Diavolo’s emotions are not something that ordinary people can bear.
Such an action also exposed Diavolo’s aura to the barbarians’ observation!
It’s just that now, they can’t spare any time!
…
Sacred mountain of Harrogas!
The moment Diavolo personally used his power to control Tyr, Bulcaisso felt that power!
There is Thor over there, and Bulcaisel can easily tear open a portal and appear in that place.
Then he traced the stench Diavolo gave off.
It’s just that now, he can’t free his hands.
“Sanya!”
Burkeso roared and broke away from Leiko's arm.
On his body appeared the Wrath of the Wasteland suit that he seldom wore, the Wasteland Suit, which was known as the legend created by the first ancestors.
The words used to save Sonya were just right at this time.
Sanya still has the shadow of the power of the first ancestors in her body.
That is the arm of the first ancestor that was integrated into the body after receiving the help of Natsubo!
"leave me alone!"
Sanya came back from the brink of death.
But consciousness is still in the chaos.
All he can think about is refusing Bulcaisel’s treatment!
So her hand fell heavily on Bulcasso's chest!
When facing barbarians, refusing sometimes requires some strength.
Sanya, who had just begun to recover, could not push Bulcasso away.
“It’s not your time to die yet! You idiot!”
Burkeso roared indifferently, and the blood and gem crystals in the jar seeped into Sonya's body.
Following the next step, there’s the God’s Wasteland Suit!
“The first ancestor was a bastard, but he didn’t dare to appear in front of me! Now, Sonya! In the name of the Immortal King, I ask you to survive!”
Burkeso roared, and the wasteland suit he was wearing flew away from his body piece by piece, flying towards Sonya's head.
The original legend passed down will always find the next successor.
Burkatho is already strong enough, and now it’s Sonya’s turn to take on the destiny of becoming stronger.
Not far away, Rorschach opened his wings of light and slowly landed on the ground with his hood on.
Holding the Hammer of Judgment in his hand instead of the radiance of the Holy Feather belonging to the Archangel Tyrael of Justice.
After receiving the status of the Archangel of Justice, he seems to be a little different, more like a judge.
Rorschach wanted to pay Bulcaisel some help as a small token of thanks.
It's just that in the current situation, he is somewhat unable to intervene.
Fortunately, he can now open a portal.
There is Diablo's aura over there. As a new archangel, facing one of Diablo's dolls, it is still possible to trace the location of the Fear Demon.
Justice within one's ability is better than justice from above.
At any rate, Rorschach has been doing this a long time ago.
Being from a humble background, I have never been aloof.
Because of doubt, I put on a mask and follow justice.
Now he is righteous.
This chapter has been completed!