"What did you do!" Bailong yelled at Tyr.

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, everything turned into ice sculptures. Whether it was an old Fosse-style ancient building or a towering sentry tower, the molecular structure of the huge stone bricks changed when they came into contact with the white dragon's breath.

The stone did not turn into solid water, but an element called ice.

Tyr's lower body did not suffer any damage because of the protection of the skirt, but his exposed chest and head were not intact. The ice element seeped into his left eye and the lower half of his chest, spreading inside, creating countless tiny ice spikes.

The tiny worms formed kept swimming under the skin.

Tyr's glory flashed, and all injuries disappeared without a trace.

Tire said:

"Didn't you see it? Since you are the pure white knight who followed King Arthur to fight, you have not seen the power of the old gods, right? As you can see, I released it."

George's anger turned into cold air and spread around him:

"Don't you know how many deaths this will cause? The power of the old gods is not something that mortals can control."

Tyr replied:

"Mortal? I'm not a mortal. Don't worry. The plague of this war will only spread to a few kilometers nearby. It can't be farther. At most, tens of thousands of people will die tonight. Firth is a strong city.

, can withstand this damage.

"And after I rule here as a pure white knight, everyone will soon forget this painful night. Human beings are forgetful, and I will ensure this."

The white dragon wants to tear him into pieces and eat him alive.

It was precisely because he had seen the tragic scene when the power of the old gods spread that he knew that there was nothing he could do.

That's not something that humans can contend with.

Tire had been at a disadvantage just now. Although the opponent seemed to be unable to hurt him at all, that was because George did not understand his abilities. If he attacked him with all his strength, he would still have a high probability of being killed directly.

On the contrary, he failed to cause any substantial harm to Bai Long at all.

But after calculation, it’s almost time.

Blue light surrounded his upper body like countless giant fireflies, and the blue light balls condensed into silver-white armor with gorgeous patterns.

This is Tyr's courage.

Tire sighed:

"It's really gratifying. Gary didn't betray me, but I won't be able to get the Sword of War in a short time."

War is the sacrifice he wants to complete most, not just because the war sword has the supreme authority of Tyr and contains the most powerful divine power.

In fact, the power of justice is not inferior to that of war, but it is not just the dagger of justice that is rejecting him, he is also rejecting justice.

It was a symbol of his god's betrayal of them, and he still remembered that terrible day.

He sat high on a wide-backed stone chair, planning the next holy war to dedicate himself to his god.

He looked at the map and kept making choices. This country had already been retreating in front of them, and they could only compromise. That country had surrendered before the war started, without even the thought of resisting.

This is a matter of course. They have the best generals, the strongest warriors, the smartest staff, the most devout believers, and the most powerful gods.

They are invincible.

So he chose the most suitable opponent.

A prosperous country, an extremely powerful country, a country that celebrates heroes.

A country that believes in Odin.

This was the most powerful enemy they had ever encountered and the most difficult battle they had ever experienced. His eldest son died at the hands of enemy assassins in the third year of the war, and his second son died in the seventh year of the war.

On the way to charge, his third son died in the hands of the opponent's most heroic warrior in the twelfth year of the war.

His fourth daughter was taken hostage by spies in the seventeenth year of the war. After he refused to surrender, his beautiful daughter, who had just grown up, was tortured by Odin's warriors for seven days and nights, and her body became like a returning bird.

The ancestors were so abominable that they were even used as sacrifices to their gods.

He didn't even dare to look at his daughter hanging on the wall, he just let the hatred continue to reverberate in his heart, becoming more and more mellow with time, until the day he stood on the enemy's wall, he would vent it all.

No, they are not a weak side. The reason why Odin's warriors kill their children is not because they are in an advantage. On the contrary, it is precisely because their defense line has repeatedly retreated that they can only choose to use this method to fight.

Just venting hatred.

Odin's warriors were unable to resist their invasion. Victory was just a matter of time. This war was their best sacrifice in history.

Until that bad day.

He was standing on the siege platform, and they came up with a brilliant idea that would definitely defeat their enemies.

Although they had thought about similar ideas many times, some went as smoothly as they thought, and some failed to achieve anything, they never thought they would be so successful this time.

The Sons of Odin were completely defeated. No matter how powerful the warriors were, they could only run for their lives like lost dogs. The fruits of victory were almost in hand.

As long as he blows the horn of attack.

After this battle, their gods will become even more powerful.

Their kingdom will always stand on the earth, no one can destroy it, no one dares to challenge it, this will be the eternal kingdom.

"High Priest, can you say it again?" He turned around and looked at the man he trusted most.

The middle-aged man replied:

"God lost. From now on we are Odin's subjects. Stop now."

He argued feebly:

"God will not lose."

The high priest shook his head:

"God is just a god. He is now the son of Odin, and we also need to become Odin's subjects."

He sneered and said:

"Subjects? Do you mean second-class citizens?"

The high priest said:

"Sir, your status is naturally extremely noble, and you will become a person only second to the son of Odin."

He dismissed it:

"What about my people? Are they going to grovel in front of their defeated generals in the past? I won't allow this to happen."

The high priest sighed:

"My friend, man cannot resist the gods. If you don't stop, there will be an abyss ahead."

He shook his robe:

"Even if my scepter is dim, my crown falls into the deep sea, and my white robe is stained with sand, I will continue to move forward, for my children, for my people, for my vassals, even

Just for myself."

The high priest asked:

"Even if it's destined to fail?"

He replied:

"Even if you are destined to die."

He blew the horn of attack.

He was driven out of his own country, he was no longer allowed to have his past name, and he was even despised by everyone.

He was betrayed. This betrayal did not come from his people. They just wanted to survive. This betrayal did not come from his family. They just couldn't see the truth.

This betrayal came from his god, the invincible man who gave the war to his father like a prodigal dog, and gratefully accepted the justice rewarded by Odin.

Tyr, son of Odin, betrayed them.

He threw away the scepter, the crown, and the glory. He only wore a white robe and continued to move forward, looking for his own victory.

God abandoned war, so he picked up war.
Chapter completed!