Hewen asked:

"Can you promise that after I leave, you will not do evil things in the future?"

Tier tilted his head and sneered:

"Are you a child? Would you believe me if I said yes?"

Hewen shook his head:

"I'm just going through the motions, but I'm not stopping you just to eliminate evil, but I also have some personal reasons."

Tyr asked curiously:

"I thought you were that stupid altruist. Maybe you're not that stupid. Why did you stop me?"

Hevin explained:

"Your free release of the power of the Old Gods will trigger an investigation by the Primeval Fire."

Tyr laughed wildly:

"What are you afraid of anymore? Those tiny insects? I take my words back. You are more pathetic than I thought. I have even begun to hesitate whether to trade with you."

Hewen shook his head and chuckled:

"You can indeed deal with them easily, but you will attract Gafunan's attention."

Tyr said nonchalantly:

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

"The power in me comes from one of the twelve main gods of Asgard. Your poor brain may not be able to understand it. Although he is just a hound of Odin, even Odin's dogs are not those weak ones." One that can be compared to the gods.

"Although the territory of the Primordial Fire is not small in the Atrium, the gods today are still too weak compared to the gods of the old era, not to mention that Odin's territory once spread all over the nine realms."

Hewen said:

"One thing you may not know is that Gafunan did not create the Primeval Fire, and even said that she did not care about things on the ground at all.

"The Original Fire is just a small party created by a group of fanatical believers who have seen her form."

Tyr frowned and said:

"Small?"

Hevin shrugged:

"Compared to her strength, it is indeed quite small. If you were Tyr, you might be able to defeat her, but Gafnan is not a woman who is afraid of challenges. If it were you, you would probably be slapped to death. ""

Tyr asked:

"It seems like you know Gafunan very well."

Hewen said nonchalantly:

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

Tyr asked:

"Why?"

Hewen said nonsense:

"Maybe it's because I'm more private?"

Tyr sneered:

"Thank you for your reminder. I won't expose myself easily until I have enough strength, but please allow me a little indulgence today and let the entire residents of Foss dance wildly for our battle."

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

"Sorry, it's winter already."

Tyr opened his mouth in surprise.

As Hevin said, winter is here.

The war has frozen.

Tyr could no longer remain aloof:

"Who are you?"

Hewen said:

"Who am I? This question is a bit profound. If you give me a few more years, I might be able to give you a barely satisfactory answer."

Tire said:

"You know that's not what I'm asking. People like you can never be unknown."

Hewen said:

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

Tyr had had enough of Heven.

He raised his right hand high:

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

Dazzling light condensed on his right hand, the spear of victory piercing the clouds appeared in his hand, and Firth ushered in daylight.

Hevin received:

"You are the God of Contract who betrayed your oath. You are the one-armed man, the remnant of the wolf."

Tyr's right arm was completely broken off, as if he had been bitten alive by a demonic wolf as huge as a hill with its bloody mouth.

How could he know this secret? He was careless. He was a frost giant and must have been alive before dusk. Maybe he heard about the secret shame of the gods from somewhere.

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

He sneered:

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

Hewen said:

"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 being killed by me."

Tyr laughed loudly:

"How arrogant, do you know what is in front of you? I am a god. Although I am a little weak, there is no doubt that I am a god, a god who can make the oceans boil, the storms calm down, and all living beings worship.

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Hevin emphasized:

"A very weak god."

Tyr's face turned cold:

"Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant and stupid!"

A touch of emerald green peeked out from Hewen's sleeve:

"I can't convince all sentient beings, but I am a little interested in killing gods today."

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

The god of war who took up arms was extremely powerful. His blade cut through the light, tore the ether, and slashed at the giant.

Hewen held the dagger made of death and ice with both hands at the same time, and the two blades joined together to block the sword of the God of War.

Light and snow erupted in the clash of swords and daggers, and holiness and death fell into the abyss together.

Tyr raised his sword again, and then again and again, never stopping, he slammed the sword blade into the fragile dagger in Hewen's hand. Every time it collided, a crack appeared on the transparent short blade made of ice.

Heavy snow fell on the city, and pure white light penetrated the dense clouds and illuminated the entire city.
Chapter completed!