Hunter raised his sword and roared angrily in a voice that could not be recognized by the mortal brain:

"War, war, all is meaningless, war, victory, destruction."

He rushed out as he wished, and now he wants to rush outside, taking the war with him.

He has not lost his mind, it is better to say that what he sees at this moment is the truth. In the face of the absolute truth, the rules and regulations of the past can no longer restrain him.

Lovers, parents, friends, dreams, honors, and vows cannot make a single ripple in his brain.

He even regretted that he had not understood the teachings of the gods earlier, because the whispers of the gods had been echoing around him.

The death of everyone is not a disaster, but everyone dancing together to praise the invisible greatness.

Now he wants to bring this gift to himself and Tam's family, so that they can also see the divine posture of the gods that exists in the brain and cannot be described in mortal words.

"Stop." Hewen stood in front of him.

Hunter looked at the man who suddenly appeared and let out a miserable and twisted scream.

At least to human ears, what he emits is a meaningless and crazy sound that cannot be parsed and lacks logic.

"War! War! To Tyr, to the high priest, to the king, to Tyr!"

The power of the old gods has completely penetrated their brains and polluted their souls. Even the vibrations in the air caused by their vocal cords carry unspeakable taboo commands.

It is the echo of the remaining power of the gods in the human world, it is the taboo distortion that blasphemies life, and it is the war itself that will spread on its own.

Hunter raised his sword, aimed it at Hevin's throat, and slashed it easily.

This is for war.

But what surprised Hunter was that the man in front of him ignored his sharp sword blade, just rubbed his gloves, then stood there and snapped his fingers.

cold.

The sword blade stopped in the air, the raised right foot was hanging in the air, the heart also stopped beating, and the blood condensed into ice.

No, it’s not just ice, thinking has gradually stopped. No, what am I thinking about now? Is it war or victory? Is it honor or courage?

By the way, if only war has meaning? Then why does Tam continue to...

The brain stops functioning and the soul freezes.

Hewen continued to move forward, leaving the humanoid ice sculpture in place.

More than a hundred meters behind Hunter, there were countless ice sculptures erected on the ground. Most of them had ferocious faces, roaring silently, and vowed to insert their weapons into the enemy's chest.

But they couldn't even move one centimeter.

It's winter now, and mortals are not allowed to fight until Hevin gives permission.

Bailong was being held down and beaten by Tyr at this moment.

"Such is Tyr's courage!"

Tyr grabbed the white dragon's back with both hands and raised it high, and the chest armor conveyed never-ending power.

He threw the giant dragon heavily to the ground. The white dragon padded feebly on the ground, and the high spine on its back hit the pure white tower. The magic-blessed tower was also shaken by it, and huge stones fell from the sky.

Hit George.

Tier pursued the victory, walked up to Bailong, clasped his hands, and hit Bailong's head like a furious thunder. The scales cracked, and the low-temperature white blood flowed from Bailong's cheek to the ground, turning into a ball.

Layer of white snow.

Is that all there is to it?

Is this all I have in terms of strength and will? After stripping away the power from my father, is there only such an unbearable and fragile thing left?

The white dragon struggled to stretch out his front hooves, trying to lift himself up from the ground. Tyr stepped on his back and pushed him back down.

The dragon raised its head and roared, but before the frost could rush out of its throat, Tyr grabbed his upper and lower jaws with both hands and clasped its mouth tightly.

"Stop yelling, Xiaolong. I told you that even if it were your father, I would ask him to take back those words. Now it's time for you to take back those arrogant words.

"A giant dragon? In my eyes, it's just a bigger beast."

Bailong said hoarsely:

"Yes, dragons are just smart beasts. My father gave me the beast nature, but King Arthur taught me humanity."

"Humility! Honor!"

The dragon shook off Tyr.

"Sacrifice! Heroism!"

The dragon stood there and spread its wings.

"Mercy! Honesty!"

The giant dragon landed on its feet, flapped its wings continuously, raised its two front paws high, and roared to the sky.

"Justice! Soul!"

Claws became hands, hooves became legs, and beasts became humans.

The white dragon is now standing on two feet, its slender forelimbs have become thicker, its wings have shrunk by half, and its head has more human characteristics, like a giant half-dragon.

But compared to ordinary half-dragons, he has more characteristics unique to giant dragons, such as a long tail, shiny scales, breath in his lungs, beautiful lines, and a pair of unique features that only giant dragons have.

Eye.

Tire said:

"Standing up doesn't make you stronger."

Huge ice spikes grew spirally on George's right palm, twisting into a simple long sword:

"Of course not. My strength will become weaker and my magic power will flow slower, but at least I can hold the sword."

George was full of confidence, and he finally got rid of the shackles of animal nature.

He swung the ice sword and stabbed Tyr's breastplate. Tyr grabbed the sword directly with his hand, but Tyr didn't even shed a drop of blood.

Tyr shook his head:

"Do you know why I didn't stop you from standing up?"

George said confidently:

"Even if you can make my body bend down, you can't make my soul surrender. The physical transformation can be interrupted, but the spiritual growth cannot be reversed."

Tire said:

"It's not that, it's because it's August 15th, 00:01."

Bailong didn't understand what he was talking about:

"What?"

Tyr broke the ice sword and threw it at George's chest.

Bailong's eyes couldn't even capture what was happening, and he saw the upper end of the ice sword being inserted into his chest.

Blood burst out, and light snow began to fall in the sky.

"How is that possible? Are you a demigod? No, you are more than a demigod!"

Till explained:

"You have no chance to struggle. Today is Tuesday (tiwesd?g), which means the day of Tire."

Today, Tyr is no longer an unknown king who stole divine power, but a real weak god.

Although he is so weak that he may not even be as powerful as a mortal, and other gods can easily kill him, he is indeed a god.

All that needs to be done now is to continuously restore his own power by starting wars all over the world. Yes, this is his power, not the power of the God of Justice, the son of Odin.

His god gave war as a gift to Odin, and now he wants to get it back.

Whatever the gods throw away, let the king bear it.

He wanted to replace Tyr, he wanted to eliminate any hope that Tyr might be resurrected, and he wanted to punish the gods who betrayed their people.
Chapter completed!