Chapter 653: [God of War and Justice Tyr]
“Old Man, you should have hidden in your house and never dared to come out. No matter what you do, this war’s outcome is already determined a long time ago,”
The black figure said as he looked at the Freyr Clan’s Patriarch without a trace of emotion in his calm eyes.
The Patriarch coldly laughed, “Haha, never thought one of the pillars of hell also come to have fun. Aren’t you thinking highly of the Norse Clan for them to send someone like you, oh glorious Great Earl of Hell, Raum…?”
Black feathery wings blossomed from the back of the man in black. His eyes piercing like that of a bird of prey—Great Earl of Hell, ruling thirty legions of demons, one of the 72 pillars of the Lesser Key of Solomon.
“Not just me, you Norse have already one leg on the grave but yet is still stubbornly clinging on life… pathetic, extremely pathetic…”
“Clinging on life is what a man should do. Giving up is never similar to being defeated. Even if we died here and now, the fact that we are fighting till the end is a treasure that we can boast even in the afterlife! Dying with honor is better than living in shame…!”
The Patriarch laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the entire battlefield, igniting the hearts of every warrior fighting. Their exhausted bodies began boiling as if filled with strength and energy. Then, he asked, “What about you? I don’t think you haven’t noticed it yet, have you, Raven of Hell, Raum?”
“… …”
“In this place, the master you once serve is also fighting courageously…but what about you? You have forsaken him and still dared to come here without shame…!”
Raum’s expression did not change as he calmly replied, “Dignity cannot be thrown away, but the Emperor’s will must be obeyed. Indeed, the master is here but it’s also master’s will for us to take this step. You would never understand what it feels to fight against the one you loved and cared for… never will be. However, for the glorious future, we must steel our hearts and take back the master with our own hands, even if he goes against it. This is for his own well-being…”
“…you are insane! The Master you are obeying is nothing but an impostor!”
“Impostor? Absurd! Master has indeed split apart but both are still our real master…! Neither are impostors…hmph! It’s not like you would understand—it’s no use talking to a God Clan who had taken everything from us! If it’s not because of you, would Master be in this kind of situation?!”
Just as the Patriarch was about to ask he meant, he saw Raum suddenly raise the black longsword in his hands, instantly slashing tens of arcs towards him.
“We will take back our master, even if the Master despised us!!”
The Patriarch’s pupils contracted as he flashed away, and with a ‘chi’, tens of 2-3 meters long gashes appeared on the barrier just before the City walls. Every single one of them had almost passed through the barrier, weakening it further. The Great Earl continued to launch lightning-fast attacks. He pointed with his longsword as five black arcs flew out, instantly traversing tens of meters and cutting towards Freyr Clan’s Patriarch from five different angles. The latter was forced to continuously defend and retreat… not only were the Great Earl’s attacks incredibly sharp but once he moved they seemed to be completely flawless like flowing water, making the Patriarch of the Freyr Clan fall into a passive state. He had been suppressed to the point that he couldn’t even retaliate, let alone worry about the other attacking monsters and demons.
As expected of one of the infamous legendary 72 Guardians of the Lesser Keys of Solomon, their power is completely above that of demons in the same rank!
“Damn it! The 72 Pillars had also acted… this is becoming worse!”
Elena said in a low voice as she frowned.
“The Freyr’s Clan Patriarch’s power is focused on healing and protecting, and attacking definitely isn’t their strength. Although they’re both almost the same level of strength, Patriarch Fricco’s battle strength is definitely inferior,” Elena anxiously said, looking at the patriarch of the Freyr Clan who was being fiercely suppressed.
Patriarch Fricco had continuously retreated against the black figure’s attacks, and he was moving further and further away.
They both knew that even though he was at a disadvantage, Patriarch Fricco was intentionally leading the Great Earl of Hell away so that he couldn’t harm Asgard City and its people… once they become serious, the power they hold could easily affect the barrier and might even destroy the city.
The city gates were right in front of the Legion, and if they could destroy the weakening barrier surrounding it, they would have completed the first step in taking down Asgard City. Countless monsters and demons rushed over like a great flood.
At that moment, a shocking yellow light appeared.
The powerful yellow light seemed to tear the sky, kicking up a gigantic, yellow sandstorm, and it rushed towards the monsters with an air of destruction.
“W-What is that?!”
Countless demons in the legion cried out with shock and fear, and they were swept into the nightmarish yellow sandstorm. Their expressions and movements instantly froze – the yellow color spread from their feet to their chests and then to their heads, turning them into earthen-yellow statues, and they were then blown into nothing by the sandstorm…
When everyone on the city walls and the monsters saw this terrifying scene, they all deeply breathed in a mouthful of cold air.
Behind the yellow sandstorm, a 100-metre tall avatar slowly appeared. The 2 eyes on its head gave off a piercing, white light, and yellow light surrounded its body. It raised its arms and its booming voice echoed to even a hundred miles away, “Evil beings, become the dirt beneath my feet!”
BOOM!! The Giant Avatar’s arms fell and stabbed into the ground as the yellow light from its body rushed into the ground. With a boom, the ground started to violently tremble, causing thousands of monsters at the front to fall to the ground and roll around, unable to stand up again.
At the same time, a gigantic sandstorm started to blow, causing stones and sand to smash into their bodies, killing most instantly, burying them and making it so that they could not open their eyes.
“The God Tyr has emerged!!”
“The God Tyr had appeared!!”
In an instant, a jubilant cheer resounded in the surroundings as one of the still-living Gods of the Norse, had awoken from deep slumber. The moral skyrocketed as a Middle-aged man with a long white beard appeared at the top of the City wall. It was a middle-aged man, holding a sword on his right arm while his left arm was missing, and seemingly cut off.
A one-arm War God had appeared…!
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“That’s the… the… War God Tyr?!”
The other four 72 Pillars of Hell that was fighting each leading figure in the Norse Clan looked up at the gigantic avatar, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. They had thought that only few of the Major High Gods are living in this world, some were already weakened by the passing of time and the chaos occurring in the mortal world but this—
But the War God in front of them doesn’t seem to be weakened at all. He just stood there but the battlefield seemed to have shifted instantly, an invisible pressure descending like a mountain bearing down on their bodies. An immovable mountain…!!
He was a very powerful protector blocking the horde of monsters, sending them into complete chaos and inflicting serious losses. When he stood at the front of the City, some monsters immediately attacked him fiercely but their attacks only made clanging sounds and were unable to harm it at all. With a swing of his sword, all the monsters attacking the barrier were swept away, killing a third of them instantly.
“Your majesty Tyr!” Elena and the other closer Elders of the Clan immediately appeared in front of Tyr and kneeled in reverence.
“We are glad about your awakening!”
“Child, I feel that my awakening is just right on time…!” Tyr with his thunderous voice replied. “If I did not, I would have awakened in a pile of rubbles…”
“Please forgive this incompetent child, your majesty! We couldn’t protect the Clan!” Elena mournfully said.
“This is not your fault…” Tyr sighs.
His piercing eyes swept in the battlefield, his long brown hair swayed in the air. He was currently wearing a golden armor that was shining brightly like a sun. Although the thick hairs at his temple were already greying, his expression was bright, and his eyes were sharp like a falcon. He gave a feeling of infinite power, a hero among heroes.
“This is an inevitable…” he muttered solemnly.
“Even if we managed to stop the Ragnarok in the past, it was no means ended… it was just delaying the inevitable…” He muttered when suddenly his eyes widened in shock.
Tyr’s body stiffened and even his mouth hanging open.
Noticing the sudden silence, Elena and the others was confused. They raised their head and suddenly saw Tyr looking shocked all while staring at certain a direction. What can shock a true God like him? Bewildered as to the sudden God’s shock, they turned their heads towards the direction where he was looking and there they saw a black-haired boy with beautiful azure-colored eyes.
The boy was wearing a black hooded jacket. His glacial eyes looked as if they were capable of freezing his soul. His hair was as dark as ink, his eyes were like ice, his red lips showed the only color on his pale face, and his white, seemingly sick-like thin collarbones peeked out of his loose and thin coat. There was a gloomy aura encircling him.
If one didn’t know him, they would surely think that this boy looks so severely ill due to the color of his skin. However, it didn't affect his aura at all; instead, it made everyone around him feel like they were in extreme danger...
Seeing him swaying his hands, killing and freezing every opponent he encountered, caused him to look like a demon king who traveled with the cold wind, bringing him an air of dignity and cold oppression. Looking at the boy’s refined disposition and devilishly good looks, a certain name appeared on their heads...
Allen Bando or should he be called--Demon Prince Dante.
He was wearing a soft and fluffy cloak-style hooded jacket. The edges were lined with warm white fur as if cutting him off from the cold from the outside world. The handsome boy was wrapped up tightly with only his little palm-sized face peeking out. That face of his looked even more charming against the white fur and his dazed eyes looking straight at the intense battle before him with an icy cold gaze...
As if he was the ruler of the land of ice, monsters around him were frozen stiff like blocks of ice.
At this moment, the boy’s flawless face was expressionless. When he saw the Wargod from a distance, a subtle trace of light finally flashed in his beautiful sky-colored eyes. However, it was only momentarily as seeing the God’s figure looking at him from afar, a shroud of darkness appeared on his face that was initially expressionless, “Never thought that this old codger would still be alive…”
Allen muttered with an indifferent voice. He saw Tyr from behind and his heart shrank. This old man gave him a feeling of absolute strength as if some invisible and constant force was pushing down on him
As Elena and the other Elders were confused as to why the God Tyr was staring at Allen in shock, like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight--they suddenly have a bad premonition—is the God Tyr mistaking Allen as an enemy?! Thinking this, Elena immediately stood up to explain, when the God Tyr in front of them… disappeared.
“Your Majesty…?!!” Elena and the others cried out.
However,
“Býleistr!!!!” Tyr appeared above Allen and the sword on his hand slashed down at the latter.
Allen frowned and the Frostmourne suddenly appeared above him, blocking the strike. Countless golden and bluish-white light of arcs sparkled across the area, as the God Tyr's golden sword and the Frostmourne exchange attacks with traceless speed. Only revealing the little figure of Allen standing at the center of it all--Although Allen was not holding the Frostmourne, the sword was flying in the air, blocking every attack of the Wargod Tyr.
“Your Majesty!!!” Elena’s and the other’s panic cry resounded. However, because of the intense battle against Allen and the Tyr, they couldn’t approach them at all. “Your Majesty, please listen! He’s not an enemy!”
“Your Majesty Tyr! Please lay down your arms!”
“Your Majesty Tyr!!”
However, no matter how they scream and shout, Tyr completely disregards them and assaulted Allen without care and reason.
While the Frostmourne blocks Tyr’s sword, Allen clenched his fist until loud popping sounds could be heard from them, and wisps of cold energy gushed out from his hands. With a roar, he punched upwards. Tyr met it with his own fist and a loud explosion occurred. The explosion caused a shockwave that Godclan warriors and Monsters alike in the vicinity to be blown away by mere force.
Tyr steps back three full steps but Allen has pushed back five steps and a half. His right arm bleeding and covered in blood, which was then immediately frozen, slowly healing up. “What a warm greeting, God Tyr~” Allen muttered coldly. "...I feel so honored," he said with a cold voice full of sarcasm.
“Never expected that you are still alive, Býleistr… what are you doing in this place? Are you here to take revenge for the fall of Helblindi?” Tyr muttered with a cold voice.
Býleistr? Helblindi? Allen felt a tugged inside his mind but he shook his head after a stabbing pain appeared. “You can frame me with any crimes, old codger but don’t suddenly give me strange names. My name is Allen Bando…Ruler of Frost, the name I had given myself…better remember it well!”
“… …” Tyr frowned. Indeed, there was something strange about Býleistr he couldn’t understand. His aura and presence seemed to have been changed, or was it probably influenced by something…? Was it the Frost energy? Did he awaken Ymir’s bloodline within him…?
That’s impossible…!
The Jötunn’s lineage has been sealed for so many years and it was already inactive since Ymir’s death.
... But what is this aura that is extremely similar to Niffleheim…
However, although the person before him had appeared strange and distanced, Tyr would never think of him as someone else.
That would be an absurdity. Even if he turned Senile, he would never forget Byleistr and his terrifying, chaos-loving brothers--especially, the accursed Loki...!
Tyr snorted. Furthermore, would never forget Býleistr's appearance even if he turned into ash, he would still recognize him. Much like this when he just turned slightly younger—?
“Býleistr no matter what you say, I will overlook it this time, for much important matter is waiting at hand… turn around and go back to Niffleheim or else I will send you to Hel myself!”
Tyr narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Hearing his words, Allen’s complexion sunk. At this moment, his heart was overflowing with murderous intent. He was like a powder keg that could explode at any moment. With just the slightest provocation or accident, he would erupt!
“I will repeat myself one last time. I am not any Býleistr you are saying, my name is Allen Bando!!” Allen’s voice began to turn frosty. “…And also, if you can send me to her, I would surely thank you from the bottom of my heart. But too bad, that would be impossible, even by you, God Tyr,”