Chapter 385 Diavolo’s Tail (to be followed)
New Asgard.
It’s not all plain sailing in this place now.
Thor and Hela have arrived at this place, and the person standing in front of them is Tyr.
Tyr held the Son of Odin in his hand, while Mjolnir was on the ground to one side.
"Brother, I'm here."
Thor stood upright, with a butcher's cleaver hanging on his waist, and a smile on his face.
Tir nodded silently, then stretched out his hand to expand a somewhat strange field.
This thing is not something that Tyr can master originally, but as the Lord of Skyhammer chosen by Diavolo, the quality of fear he presented is too good.
Diavolo doesn't mind giving things that are insignificant to him.
"Hela, I didn't expect you to stand opposite me. I thought we would never meet before you or I die of old age."
Tyr's one-arm muscles bulged, and the hammer of the son of Odin was It hit the ground hard.
A thunder and lightning splashed everywhere.
"This thing is much easier to use than Thor's hammer, have you seen it Thor!"
Tear roared loudly.
The residents of Asgard were all in a daze at this time, like ordinary people who had stayed up all night.
Wan as a walking corpse.
They will not participate in this battle.
Tyr can be sure.
Having been instilled with fear, they have become puppets of fear.
At this time, Tyr was the most powerful among the Lords of Heavenly Hammer.
At least facing one Thor, he was very confident.
"That's our brother!"
Thor took a big step forward and roared at Tyr.
The power of this legendary hammer, the son of Odin, is purer than that of Thor, and is more like a thunder god.
At this time, being held in Tyr's hand and wielded like a war hammer was a bit intolerable for Thor.
Odin and Frigga have disappeared from Thor's world, and the hammer brothers may be his most entangled existence.
Strange brothers, they are also brothers.
“That’s the Hammer Brother you said?”
Hela’s face looked ugly, as if she had eaten a fly.
Although she didn't mind kicking Odin with the utmost malice, giving birth to a hammer was a bit beyond imagination.
Odin is not Zeus. His aesthetics are similar to humans and cannot transcend species.
As for Zeus’s cross-species aesthetic, it is as outrageous as those of the giant dragons.
Give me an example.
They can identify the prettiest among a group of pigs, and the most handsome one among a nest of ants.
This ability is somewhat scary.
"Yes, sister. I want to rescue our brother now, instead of watching him being simply used as a weapon by Tyr."
Thor said this.
Somewhat outrageous.
A hammer can be used to drive nails instead of a weapon, but it is a bit strange to treat them like brothers.
Even Bulkesso wouldn't do anything else with a weapon.
No matter what the son of Odin is, it is still a legendary war hammer!
"It seems like you are very confident. Then keep going, I will watch."
Hela said this, crossing her arms and walking aside.
Save Asgard?
Hela didn't have this idea.
She now just recognizes Thor as her younger brother, and those zombie-like guys are just a thing of the past.
“Hey, Mjolnir, long time no see.”
Hela waved to Mjolnir on the side, and the hammer flew over like a bird dropping into the forest. .
This hammer is Hela's old friend. Now that there is no need to be hostile or to follow Thor's will, Mjolnir is naturally under the control of Hela.
With a bang, the two heavy weapons completed their first impact, and Thor took a few steps back.
The eyes seemed to be on fire.
"I have learned a lot of new things, now, be careful! Tyr!"
Thor roared, slashing at Tyr's head with the heavy knife in his hand Go down.
A flash of fire flashed on the blade.
You can also hear a roar from the monster soul of the butcher, and the smell of some meat being roasted.
Slam, a basic skill.
But this is at least more powerful than a normal attack.
After all, this is a skill that incorporates anger, which is enough for Thor to measure the strength of the person opposite him.
“Cut!”
Tyr came up from the side with a heavy hammer in one arm, his movements were very ugly.
But the flashing lightning on the Son of Odin still made this blow much more powerful.
Hela curled her lips aside, Tyr was still doing the same thing.
For such a long time, there has not been much change in the way of fighting.
Maybe it’s because one arm is missing?
Anyway, Tyr didn't have any extra hands to take out another weapon to fight.
Hela looked at the confused Asgardians and seemed to find something interesting.
So she used some of her strength to find out about those guys.
After all, there is a wife arranged for Thor by Odin, and Hela, as her sister, still plans to observe it.
Then, Hela let out a sharp cry!
Those Asgardians have been used as sacrifices to Diavolo at this time, and those fears are constantly being born and then sent to Diavolo's side.
Hela touches Diavolo!
"Did you do this? It's great!"
Tyr said with a cruel smile.
A calculation that is not a calculation. Whether Hela is curious enough is the key to whether this accident can happen.
Compared with the legendary weapon like the Son of Odin that would constantly burn Tyr's palms, he still prefers the sky hammer called the Will Destroyer!
"What have you done!"
Thor held a heavy weapon in front of him, ready to stop Tyr's actions at any time.
He only has one brother and one sister, and now Tyr is a monster!
Thor's strong sense of responsibility prompted him to take such action.
"Your hammer brother, next, only we will fight!"
Tear waved his hand and threw the son of Odin to Thor's feet, his eyes darkened.
The voice was trembling.
Those who destroy ambitions will not be merciful to their hosts.
The essence of this thing is to constantly use fear to destroy one of the holders, and then manipulate the host to become a puppet when needed.
Now Tyr is a complete devil!
"Ha!"
Thor roared at the top of his voice, raising the heavy sword above his head, not caring whether Tyr would take advantage of this open door. Give him a hard one!
There is no need to think about this.
This was among the things Thor learned from the barbarians.
Rage will rise more violently when being attacked. As long as they don't die from this blow, their injuries can make their next blow more powerful!
"Ouch!"
The butcher's roar and Thor's roar complement each other!
The heavy knife hit the ground directly from a distance!
Then, the landslide and the earth shattered!
Earth-shattering · The earth roars!
All the evil anger will be released under this blow, and it can also bring more powerful damage!
It can cause intense damage even without smashing the weapon on the enemy's head!
Tyr pulled out the Destroyer's body and rushed out uncontrollably!
Diavolo is no match for Bulcaisel.
But if he can't take down Bulcasso, he can't take down Thor?
Feeling the fury of that ground-breaking strike, Diavolo thought of Warusk.
Both thumps have a similar smell.
That’s why he ignored whether Tire’s body could withstand such power and rushed forward!
"Die! Die! Die!"
Hela on the side kept chanting, her body shaking and whizzing like chaff.
Diablo's emotions are not something that ordinary people can bear.
Such an action also exposed Diavolo’s aura to the barbarians’ observation!
It’s just that now, they can’t spare any money!
……
The Holy Mountain of Harrogas!
The moment Diavolo personally controlled Tyr with his own power, Bulcaisel felt that power!
There is Thor over there, and Bulcasso can easily tear open a portal and appear in that place.
Ran hand traced the stench Diavolo gave off.
But now, he can't free his hands.
“Sonya!”
Bulkessor roared and broke away from Leiko’s arm.
On his body appeared the Wrath of the Wasteland suit that he rarely wore, the Wasteland Suit, which is known as the legend created by the first ancestors.
The words used to save Sonya were just right at this time.
Sonya still has the shadow of the power of the first ancestors in her body.
That is the arm of the first ancestor that was integrated into the body after receiving the help of Natsubo!
“Leave me alone!”
Sonya recovered from the brink of death.
But consciousness is still in the chaos.
All he could think about was refusing Bulkesso's treatment!
So her hand fell heavily on Bulcasso's chest!
When facing barbarians, refusing sometimes requires some strength.
Sanya, who had just begun to recover, could not push Bulkesso away.
“It’s not your time to die yet! Idiot!”
Bulcasso roared indifferently, and the blood and gem crystals in the jar seeped into Sonya's body.
The next step is the God's Wilderness Suit!
"The first ancestor was a bastard, but he didn't dare to appear in front of me! Now, Sonya! In the name of the Immortal King, I ask you to survive!"
Bull Kelso roared, and the wasteland suits he wore flew away from his body piece by piece, flying towards Sonya's head.
The original legend passed down will always find its next successor.
Bulkesso is already strong enough, and now it's Sonya's turn to take on the destiny of becoming stronger.
Not far away, Rorschach opened his wings of light and slowly landed on the ground with his hood on.
Holding the Hammer of Judgment in his hand instead of the Glory of the Holy Feather belonging to Archangel Tyrell of Justice.
After acquiring the status of the Archangel of Justice, he seems to be a little different, more like a judge.
Rorschach wanted to pay Bulcaisel some help as a small token of thanks.
It's just that in the current situation, he is somewhat unable to intervene.
Fortunately, he can now open a portal.
There is Diavolo's aura over there. As a new archangel, facing one of Diavolo's dolls, it is still possible to trace the location of the Fear Demon.
Justice within one's power is better than justice from above.
Anyway, Rorschach has been doing this a long time ago.
He came from a humble background, so he never stood high.
Because of doubt, I put on a mask to follow justice.
Now, he is justice.
How many people will dare not guarantee it in the future?
It depends on how much the author can write.
I have been feeling a bit unwell these past few days, so all I can say is that I will try my best to write more.
Thank you, readers.
(End of this chapter)