He wants to become a god, he wants no one to go against his will, he wants to become one of the gods, he not only wants revenge, he also wants everyone to surrender to him, and build a kingdom of his own

Eternal kingdom.

Tyr will become king again, and this time, no one will be able to disobey his decision.

Neither can God.

If he wants to invade, he will invade; if he wants to massacre, he will massacre; if he wants to ravage, he will ravage.

The pure white tower does not count the underground. It has a total of twenty-four floors, each floor is four meters high. The twenty-first to twenty-fourth floors are nine meters high, about a little over a hundred meters high. The top three floors protrude outwards and are in the shape of

It tilts outward at 60 degrees and expands upwards in sequence. The top floor covers an area of ​​3,000 square meters, which is three times the base size.

The tower is full of Wharton's late-eighteenth-century style. Most of the structure is made of marble, and the inner walls of the tower are covered with incantations. Modern architecture and ancient magic allow this tower to withstand destruction.

If a natural disaster occurs here, the seemingly fragile tower will be the last building standing here.

But some things beat natural disasters.

The tower collapsed, and huge rocks buried Bailong's body.

Tyr mocked arrogantly:

"Do you think you can defeat me if you become stronger? If I wasn't sure of victory, how could I appear in front of you so easily?

"Yes, the swordsmanship passed down to Arthur has made you a lot stronger. It's a pity that just this level of improvement can't even make me sweat a little.

"If you are really only slightly inferior to me, I will definitely use any means to weaken your combat power, including poisoning, threats, and deception."

In fact, if no accident had occurred, he had indeed weakened George's combat power through conspiracy.

Bailong could only moan in pain of unknown meaning.

Tyr wiped his hands:

"That's it. It's time for you to die. Don't worry, no one will be sad because of your death, because I will soon take your place and sneak into Wharton to launch wars against other countries."

Bailong said in a voice too weak to be conveyed clearly:

"No one can desecrate King Arthur's country."

Without saying a word, Tyr raised his hands, intending to end the white dragon's life.

His body froze.

what sound?

He could not use any human language to describe the characteristics and timbre of the sounds he heard. It was neither deep, nor high, nor crisp. It was not like the roar of thunder in the middle of the night, nor like the rain falling on the leaves.

It's like the roar of a beast, not like the howling of the wind, or like the sound of violin strings rubbing against the bow.

It was not a sound that the human ear could hear and understand. It was not a tone he had ever heard.

Maybe that wasn't a sound he was supposed to hear.

Until today, he could not tell whether it was luck or misfortune, and he had never heard this unreasonable voice.

This sound sounds like the dim stars in the sky, the psychedelic colors in the depths of dreams, the viscous liquid dripping from the corner of the devil wolf's mouth, the carnival dance in the underworld of Heim, and the floating clouds outside the atmosphere.

But it's not any of those.

Tyr frowned, carefully digesting the sound waves his brain received, but the medium of this sound was definitely not the so-called air, ether, or anything similar.

That was...a heartbeat?

"Didn't you say you wanted me to replace George?" Hevin appeared behind him.

Tyr turned around, and the person standing in front of him was not a tiny human insect, but a frost giant as tall as himself, with blue skin.

Tire said:

"I lied to you."

Hewen said disappointedly:

"I was really looking forward to fighting under King Arthur."

Tire said:

"I shouldn't doubt Gary, but your identity is indeed beyond my expectation. You are not a descendant of a frost giant, you are a frost giant, and there must be something important to you in the cup of frost."

Something that allows you to regain your strength."

Hewen did not admit or deny, but asked curiously:

"Where's the Helm of the Pact? Isn't that one of the easiest sacrificial rituals to accomplish? Why didn't you wear it?"

Tyr replied:

"I changed the contract. The new contract is to bring Desire back from the underworld."

Hewen asked:

"Do you regret killing him?"

Tyr sighed:

"Guys like you are incomprehensible. I don't regret killing him because I wanted him to die in exchange for the authority of justice and glory, and I don't regret losing the authority of the contract because of his death.

"These are just two unrelated things. They have no relationship. Mortals will always be bound by so-called logic and concepts. I thought you could be slightly wiser than them, but I didn't expect you were just as stupid.

"Wright, I'm a bad person, so even if Gary trusts me so much and is willing to do everything for me, I still want to trick him into dying. For my plan, even if Desiree is my best friend, I won't hesitate.

He exchanged his life for your trust.

"I am very sad about their death, but compared to the benefits that their lives can exchange, I will still sacrifice or even kill my friends and believers.

"I'm a bad person, so I value my own interests over other people's lives and feelings. It's that simple."

Hewen pointed to his contradiction and asked:

"Oh, then why did you risk facing the goddess of death to resurrect Desiree?"

Tyr replied:

"I am a bad person, not a coward. You may not understand me correctly. For me, a loyal and powerful subordinate is also in my own interests, and my friendship with him can also be a kind of friendship.

A very important benefit to me.

"My path to becoming a god is more important than our friendship, and our friendship is more important than the weak probability of death. Every choice I make is the result that best suits my interests.

"I'm not a good person, and please don't look at me from the perspective of a worldly mortal. But after explaining it, I doubt whether you can understand my words correctly."

Hewen said:

"Awkward person, but that doesn't matter anymore, because your promise can't be fulfilled."

Tire said:

"The barking of a mortal? But I will graciously allow you to say a few more words. Why do you want to stop me?"

Hewen pointed to his head:

"It seems that the power of the old gods has almost penetrated this place of yours. You are trying to control taboos, and you also regard human life as dust. Aren't these reasons enough?"

Tyr obviously wanted to negotiate with Heven, but the invasion from the power of the old gods made it impossible for him to face mortals with his usual calm emotion.

He is now lonely, arrogant and irritable.

Tyr laughed disdainfully:

"Taboo? Frost giant, you may be scared of Odin, so you have too much respect for the so-called gods. You tremble like a dog when you see a trace of their power. I have long been prepared to withstand this power.

Even with the preparation, I can bear it.

"But even if you are weak in my eyes, like an insect that can be easily crushed, and stupid, I am still willing to give you a chance.

"Don't you want to stop me from doing bad things? Then I can leave without hurting anyone, but if you must stand against me, I will release the power of the old gods and let everyone in this city work for us.

The loser will be buried with him.

"Let's make a deal."
Chapter completed!