Tyr looked at the towering stone tower in front of him and threw his white robe onto the street.

At this moment, his lower body was wearing a silver skirt and armor, while the muscle outline of his upper body was completely exposed, and he was holding a short sword in his left hand.

The dagger is justice, the skirt is glory.

According to his original plan, he should not be holding the dagger of justice now, but a more powerful war sword. He would also be wearing 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 be only about one-third of the original amount, and the damage to his sanity and personality distortion caused by the old god's power would be much lessened.

Pity.

But even if he knew that he would reach this point, a large part of the reason was due to the influence of mental infection, he could not turn back.

He doesn't intend to look back either.

The God of War cannot refuse an easy victory, let alone be afraid of failure.

He had met Vortigern, and even if the plan went well, it was hard for him to say that he would be able to defeat the evil dragon. Fortunately, his enemy was only the son of the white dragon.

The reason why Vortigern is the demon king who rules half of the continent is not because of his bloodline or talent, but because he is Vortigern, nothing more.

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

On top of the tower, the white dragon leaned down.

The white giant dragon is approximately thirty meters long including its tail, but its back is only about five meters above the ground. Its huge body does not appear bloated, and its bone and muscle structure can actually give people a feeling of lightness.

The white dragon jumped down from the tower lightly, gently waving its broad wings. The air waves blew away the gravel and dust. The dragon's hooves stepped on the flat stone ground, and the sound it made was weak, as if it was just a golden eagle parked on the ground.

tree branches.

In the center of the city, where countless buildings stand, under the cover of night, George Pendragon looked down at the little man in front of him.

The dragon folded its wings:

"Who are you?"

Tyr waved his short sword:

"My name is Tyr, and I am the one who wants to chop off your dragon head and hang it on the closet."

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

The moment the dragon's tail waved, Tyr quickly and accurately deflected George's attack with his dagger, but he was also pushed away by the force. However, he only slightly adjusted the arc in the air before landing smoothly and safely.

Return to the ground.

Bailong squatted on the spot, his tail dangling in the air:

"With this little power, you dare to challenge me loudly?"

Tyr replied:

"I am not challenging you, but I am going to kill you."

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

"Only you?"

Tire said:

"Xiaolong, I have met your father. If it were him standing in front of me at this moment, I would not be surprised that he said this, but even if it were him, I would ask him to take it back."

The ferocious dragon fangs were exposed, and the dragon felt very ridiculous:

"you?"

Tyr raised the dagger in his left hand:

"This sword is called the Sword of Justice."

George said:

"You want to destroy this evil dragon like me?"

Tyr replied:

"No, I want to tell you that this sword will become more powerful with the justice in the user's heart. As long as a true hero holds this sword, even if he is just a mortal, he can gain power comparable to the legend."

Bailong snored:

"Oh, if it's really what you said, how many legends would there be in this world?"

Tyr smiled sarcastically:

"Are I talking about real heroes? There are probably not more than ten heroes on this continent who meet the requirements in terms of spirit, mind, behavior, and even soul. Moreover, the sword in my hand is not a mortal weapon.

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"It has only one shortcoming, that is, those who scorn justice in their hearts cannot obtain its power at all. And if the person holding the sword is extremely evil, then it will weaken the user's power."

After speaking, Tyr inserted the sword of justice into the ground, then released his left hand and faced the white dragon.

"Xiaolong, come on."

With the blessing of divine power, Tyr's body was enlarged in proportion, becoming nearly 8 meters tall. He raised his hands and ran toward the white dragon.

The white dragon jumped up, its slender wings flapping at a constant speed, and its huge body flew across at low altitude and high speed. Wherever the white dragon passed, it left afterimages and falling snowflakes. He flew directly in front of Tyr, using a

One dragon claw pressed Tyr's shoulder, and the other claw clasped Tyr's head, pressing him to the ground.

Tyr did not use any fancy boxing or fighting skills at this moment, but launched a counterattack with the most primitive physical collision, elbow strikes, shoulder bumps, bites, and roars. All attacks were the most efficient actions that humanoids can achieve.

The giant and the white dragon were wrestling and rolling on the ground like a drunkard and a beast. Every time they collided, the ground would collapse a little or destroy a building.

Fortunately, George 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 just a few seconds.

The giant dragon found an opportunity to press Tyr down, opened its throat to his head, and sharp icicles and air currents carrying extremely low temperatures rushed toward Tyr's face, turning his entire head into a

Ice sculpture.

"You are challenging Tyr..." Purple light erupted from Tyr's face, shattering the ice, "Glory."

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

This is the ability possessed by Tyr's Glory. Every thirty seconds, he can repair all non-fatal injuries on his body.

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

The fight with Bai Long just seemed like a child's play, but in fact, every attack was aimed at the opponent's most dangerous place. Tyr used this method to test whether he could defeat him with his always abundant physical strength.

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

Everyone only remembers the white dragon's frost, because compared to the powerful body, the frost can better reflect the uniqueness of the white dragon, and the non-frozen is more dangerous.

Although Tire did not want to continue the close combat, George had no intention of letting him go. With his body that was several times more flexible and stronger than Tire, he walked through the seven or eight-story building, bypassing Tire's back, and stretched out his dragon claws.

Toward the nape of Tyr's neck.

Tyr just lowered his head slightly, letting the dragon's claws bring out a trace of blood, the purple light flowed again, and the injury was completely restored.

The man twisted his neck:

"continue?"
Chapter completed!