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It won't happen again, do you still want to stop me?" Shirter said arrogantly.

"You will only cause more wars for Asgard and turn it into a barren land like the Kingdom of Fire. It seems that you are not planning to withdraw your troops today, right?" Frey clenched the antlers in his hand.

"Since you still want to go against me, I will help you." The sword of victory in Shirte's hand ignited into flames as soon as he finished speaking.

"You forced me, Shirter!"

The antlers in Frey's hands shone with a blue light as clear as the sea.

Then the two men began a fierce battle that shook the world.

One side is the giant leader of the Kingdom of Fire, and the other side is the king of the fairy kingdom Vanaheim.

The collision of their victory swords with the antlers produced light waves one after another. The earth was also punched with cracks and ravines one after another, like swords and axes chopping.

Many panicked frost giants and flame giants were split in half by the falling light waves before they could escape.

At this time, Sif was still crying as she looked at the big hole drilled in the ground by Jormungandr after swallowing Thor. Valkyrie forcefully pulled her to hide under a boulder.

"Wake up, Sif, the Divine Realm is in danger. Thor is fighting Jormungandr with his life. Do we have to do something? What problem can crying solve?" Valkyrie said hysterically.

These words shook the still crying Sif's body.

she?

With tears in his eyes, he raised his head and looked at the tall figure and resolute face of Valkyrie, who was originally like a little lolita.

He was startled for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Garm launched attacks on the God of War Tyr again and again. The fangs in his mouth sparkled as they collided with Tyr's sword, and the highly corrosive saliva had already penetrated Tyr's golden armor. His strong

The muscles have long lost their original appearance, and the large and shocking wounds are really frightening.

And just when he was exhausted and was thrown to the ground by Garm, using his big sword to hold the bloody mouth, Tyr's one arm had already begun to tremble obviously. The broken arm that was simply bandaged was due to

The wound had already cracked due to excessive force, and blood was gurgling out from it.

Because of this, his body is now severely overdrawn.

At this moment, he heard an anxious cry: "Tyr! Where are you? Tirr!"

It's Valkyrie!

"No. No. No... don't come here, leave quickly!"

Tyr wanted to shout but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't even hear the sound clearly.

But their voices were getting closer and closer, and the evil dog Garm had already noticed them. He held Tire down with his paws, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the voices.

They are in danger!

Thinking of this, Tier felt a force coming from nowhere, and kicked Garm's soft belly with both feet. The force was so strong that it knocked the vicious dog, which was as tall as a person, to the ground.

Soon enough, Tyr raised the big sword in his hand and stabbed it into its chest. Then with a squeaking sound and a sharp roar, bright red blood shot into the sky like a spurt.

"Tyr, Tyr!"

Valkyrie rushed over in tears and yelled.

Looking at Valkyrie running towards him, Tyr smiled in relief.

He slowly let go of the hilt of the big sword stuck in Garm's belly, staggered a little and stepped off Garm's body on the fluffy dog ​​hair.

At this time, his broken arm was still dripping with blood, making his cheeks pale with almost no blood. His cheekbones were sunken downwards, and his tall and burly body was as shriveled as a deflated rubber ball, making him extremely weak.

"Ti...Tyr," looking at Tyr like this, if he hadn't known that he had been fighting for so long and his body was severely exhausted and overdrawn, Valkyrie would not have recognized his current appearance at all. The Tyr in front of him was really shocking.

Her heart ached so much, "It's over. You have tried your best. You have given everything for Asga. Don't fight anymore."

Valkyrie burst into tears, almost crying.

Scenes from the past, Tyr's handsome face when he was young, whispering softly in her ear, his flowing movements when he drew his sword and danced...

All appeared in front of Valkyrie's eyes in an instant.

"Xiao Li, I..."

Tyr said with difficulty.

But before he finished speaking, he heard a bang!

The tall broken pillars of the Hall of Valor were smashed to pieces, and Fenrir, the strange wolf whose middle head was chopped off by Tyr, stood fiercely behind Tyr, with the middle half of his neck being horrifying.

I saw his head on both sides with his mouth wide open, and his eyes staring at Tyr tightly, as if they could burst into flames. Valkyrie was frightened by the sudden scene.

He didn't dare to express his anger and just stood there blankly.

In comparison, Tyr seemed calmer. It seemed that he had expected this to happen. He smiled gently at Valkyrie, then turned around to face Fenrir, the giant wolf four times his size.

"No"

Valkyrie yelled and wanted to rush forward to protect something, but was hugged by Sif from behind:

"You can't go any further, Xiaoli Tier is willing to die for you, you can't waste your life like this!"

But Valkyrie, whose mind was completely occupied by love, couldn't listen to anything, and fell to his knees and walked forward with all his strength.

Fenrir's strange wolf's eyes were full of anger. Although he hesitated for a moment after seeing the scene in front of him, he still quickly bit Tyr's shoulder blade with one head, while the other head grabbed his leg and held him in the air.

He tore it in half.

Asgard's greatest warrior

This is how Tyr, the god of war, died at the mouth of the monster wolf Fenrir.

Valkyrie watched this bloody and cruel scene. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was opened very exaggeratedly, as if he wanted to tear the corners of his mouth apart, but he could not make a sound. Then he fell to the ground and dug with his hands.

On the soil and stones on the ground, Tyr's blood poured down like a torrential rain, dyeing the sky and the earth red.

"ah"

Finally, a desperate cry burst out of Valkyrie's throat. The sound was so harsh that it seemed to break through the clouds and penetrate the world. Then there were sad cries that echoed around.

Frey, who was panting after being hit by several swords in his body, heard the cry and used only half of the antlers left to resist Shirter's sword of victory. His hands were also shaking, and blood flowed down his legs like a stream.

It flowed to the ground and formed a small lake.

"I said without this sword, you can't defeat me." Although Shirter had spent most of his energy, he still forced a smile on his face.

"Why don't you understand? Do we have to fight to the death like this? Is this situation really the result you want to see?" Frey vomited a mouthful of blood and said weakly.

"Stop talking about this, there is no turning back for me."

Shirter pressed the sword of victory hard against Frey's neck. Suddenly, a huge golden figure rushed up and knocked the unprepared Shirter twenty meters away.

The Sword of Victory was stuck straight into the ground not far from Frey due to the huge impact, making a crisp sound.

Shirte stood up slowly, shaking his head with a splitting headache, and took a long time to regain consciousness.

In front of me is a wild boar that is as tall as a person, with golden mane and a mouth full of long tusks.

At this moment, it was rubbing its hooves on the ground and facing him.

"Jie..."

Frey said heartbrokenly.

He knew that there was no way this golden pig named Jie could defeat the leader of the Kingdom of Fire. Even if he didn't have the Sword of Victory now, most of his physical strength would be exhausted.

Zed sprinted towards Shirter who had just stood up. But this time Shirter nimbly dodged it.

He laughed wildly and said: "Frey, you are still so naive, you actually used a pig to compete with me. Could I be attacked twice by this move? Hahaha."

At this moment, he suddenly felt a slip under his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw that his ankle was entangled with Zed's tail. As soon as the golden pig turned around, Shirter was thrown out heavily and fell heavily to the ground.

Shirter spit out a mouthful of red and black blood, rubbed his ghosted eyes and hurriedly tried to get up, but Zed had already rushed up at a faster speed and bit his right leg.

The long fangs pierced into Shirter's muscle tissue like sharp knives. The sudden severe pain made Shirter howl loudly, and then he smashed the golden pig's head hard.

But the harder he hit, the tighter Zed's bite became.

"Jie! Let go and leave quickly. This is a battle between the two of us!" Frey shouted.

"Asshole, don't let go! Ah... I don't want this leg anymore, and I'm going to kill you too!"

A long fire snake shot out from Shirter's hand and jumped on Jie's body.

The golden mane was instantly burnt to a black color like charcoal, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt protein. It was supposed to be a unique smell at the victory dinner, but at this moment, the smell made Shirter feel extremely sad.

.But it still showed no sign of letting up, and Shirter couldn't help but let out a wild beast-like howl.

But Jie was just a few humming sounds from a rotting throat.

"Jie! Don't hold on anymore, go away! Go away!" Frey shouted with tears in his eyes. This was one of the few times he shed tears in thousands of years of memory.

Zed's muscles and skin had cracked under the burning fire, but Zed remained as motionless as a statue. Despite the unbearable Shirter, Shirter used the fountain of fire to hit its wounds again and again.

Frey watched helplessly as Jinzhu Jie's liver and gallbladder were ruptured under countless heavy blows. He just groaned dullly and fell to the ground, closing his eyes forever.

"Jie"

Frey looked up to the sky and screamed, holding the fallen sword of victory beside him.

The Sword of Victory can reflect the character and emotion of the sword user and amplify it to release a hundred times more energy. If the mood swings are large or radical, the user will be controlled by the sword. Because he will use all his emotions to achieve the goal by any means.

Will get more energy.

At this time, people will lose their reason, lose themselves, and become puppets of the sword of victory.

Originally, in Frey's hands, the Sword of Victory would become colorless, transparent and invisible like water, but now the sword has turned into a blood-red liquid.

The color stung everyone who came near it like fire.

"Stop, Frey! You will also be controlled by the sword if you do this. Do you also want to become like Shirte?!" In order to get the horn Galal hidden in the shade of the World Tree, he was killed by the giant.

The dragon's venom corroded Heimdall, who was already dying, and said hoarsely.

But at this moment, he who was originally tall and burly had become as skinny as a stick in just a few hours, and his skin was dark, purple, and wrinkled, like an apple that had dried and shrunk to the size of a walnut.

Hearing Heimdall's cry, Frey turned his head mechanically. There were no black pupils in his eyes, and the whole pair of eyes had been completely occupied by gray.

Heimdall was also shocked when he saw this scene, and desperately walked over to stop Frey, who was ready to fight.

And Shirter, who was panting heavily, woke up from the severe pain of his broken leg and saw Frey twenty meters away. In front of him was a depression with corpses everywhere.

The previous arrogance, cruelty and cold-blooded affection suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by:

Fear, pain and doubt.

"Frey...I, what have I done? No...no, no, don't kill me, I don't want to die, this is really not my consciousness, that...yes, that sword, that sword...

He controlled me and Frey, don't kill me. Now that the Kingdom of Fire is in chaos, they can't live without a leader," Shirter ignored the pain of his broken leg and desperately crawled in the direction of Frey, his voice trembling almost

He begged, "I...I will retreat. As long as I launch the flame spirit stone into the sky, all my troops will put down their weapons and surrender to your disposal. They will never resist again. You see..."

Shirter then turned his back to Frey and straightened up his upper body, took out a bright spherical red crystal from his neck and placed it in the palm of his hand. Then he endured the pain and cast a spell with his palm to spray flames at the spirit stone.

The stone trembled violently and expanded in the flames.

At this time Frey's body leaned back slightly, and Heimdall, who saw this scene, immediately rushed towards Frey's direction:

"No, Frey!"

But a step too late, Shirter, who heard Heimdall's voice, was about to turn around when he saw a dazzling red light, and the leader of the Kingdom of Fire lost his head in an instant.

Immediately, everything on the same plane within a ten-mile radius, including the spire of the Golden Palace, was cut off by the powerful sword energy and fell to the ground. Countless tall frost giants and fire giants had no time to dodge and were instantly cut into two pieces. The surviving Ah

Everyone in Sijia got up from the ground and sighed as they looked at this scene of almost massacre of the city.

At this moment, the flame spirit stone in Shirter's hand turned into a huge fireball and shot straight into the sky, blooming into a bright red firework in the sky. Suddenly, all the other fire giants who survived and wanted to continue to fight back immediately threw

He dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground.

Then the fireworks gathered together to form a portrait of Shirter displayed in the dim sky with bloodshot eyes.

Seeing this scene, Heimdall lowered his head in pain. The head of Shirter, which fell to the side, said vaguely with his last breath:

"sorry"

The frost giants, who had long been defeated because Hela was sealed into the abyss of the underworld again, lost all fighting spirit when they saw the giants of the Kingdom of Fire behave like this, and they all fled and jumped into the turbulent waves of the Ninghai Sea.

People shouted happily, threw away their weapons, pulled out torches from the fire, and threw them into Hela's big ship made of dead people's nails.

With the crackling sound of flames, the large ship filled with killing and despair began to break and disintegrate, and finally sank to the bottom of Ninghai forever.

People were crying and laughing, looking forward to the glory of victory shining on the earth.

But as everyone knows, in fact, the more terrifying things have not yet begun. The curse that lasts for millions of years is destined, and what is supposed to come will still come.

"Frey...Frey..." Seeing that Frey suddenly became in great pain, Heimdall stood up with difficulty and moved towards him step by step.

"Don't come here! Heimdall..."

Frey made a hoarse sound and waved the sword of victory in his hand desperately, as if trying to break free from its shackles, but it was in vain. The hilt seemed to be rooted in his hands, and he could not shake it off no matter what.

"Heimdall... kill me, kill me, I have... been controlled by it, Shirter... he is also a victim, just like this... just like this, he will be in my hands, and...

There are those giants of fire, they, they have laid down their weapons...I...kill me, please..."

A faint black pupil appeared in Frey's gray eyes, and he looked at Heimdall pleadingly and said.

At this time, he also tried his best to restrain his body, but the sword of victory shook more and more violently in his hand, and the blade no longer looked like it was. It was like a red snake entangled in Frey's hand.

On top, sucking in his anger and inner darkness, wanting to attack everything around him.

"I...I can't do it, Frey, we will find a way to help you." Heimdall said eagerly.

"Ah... there is no time, Heimdall. I still have a little bit of consciousness left. If... if even this bit of consciousness disappears in the end, I... I will be the next Shirter, no

Emotions, no thoughts, only endless anger and killing in my eyes... What's the difference between me like this and death?! Come on, come on, Heimdall, kill me!" Frey said hysterically.

"I...Frey, is there no other way? Odin has passed away, Asgard has reached the brink of collapse, and Shirter, the leader of the Kingdom of Fire, has also died. And you...you, as the Warner Sea

Mum, nothing can happen to the King of Asgard again..." Heimdall said painfully.

"And Thor, and the King of Asgard," Frey said excitedly, "He has the blood of our Celestials flowing in his body, and he is our greatest hope for the future, and the earth he is connected to is our Asgard."

The descendants of Marie Claire are the people of the gods. Tell him that Asgard has no hope. This is fate and a curse. At the same time, the cycle of life and death of things is also the law of nature. People who protect the earth are protecting Asgard.

Chia the Last God, this is his mission!"

Frey's words are righteous and precise, and every word is sonorous, powerful and resounding.

"Frey..."

Heimdall was shocked by this powerful aura. He silently raised the giant sword in his hand high, which was the key to opening the Rainbow Bridge and killing the poisonous dragon Nidhogg living on the World Tree.

The blade of the sword still shone with a dazzling snow-white light in the faint yellow light of dusk.

Looking at Heimdall's appearance, Frey smiled happily.

But this smile was cruel to Heimdall,

It's painful.

His hands began to tremble and he had to hold the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.

Suddenly, Frey's pale black pupils disappeared into the gray-white eye sockets again. This time, he no longer had any pain or violent resistance. Because his mind was completely controlled by the sword of victory, he was completely defeated.

For a walking corpse.

"Goodbye, Frey, my friend. Apart from Odin, you are the only one of my age who has accompanied me until today. Now that Odin is gone, you also..." Heimdall choked up. In this life,

He could only remember choking up twice, and the other time was at Odin's funeral.

"Rest in peace, old friend. I will go to the underworld to find you and Odin soon, very soon."

As he spoke, Frey rushed over with the Sword of Victory, and he used all his strength to insert the Key of Apocalypse into the ground. He felt the ground shake, and a large gap opened where the giant sword was inserted.

The rolling and boiling magma is stirring at the bottom, wanting to erupt.

Caught off guard, Frey immediately lost his balance and fell into the crack, and suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in the hot air above the magma.

(To be continued)