Maintaining the hideous wolf's face, Fenriel's wolf smiled and gave an answer that made Tyre frown.

"Why do I regret it? Can you give me a reason to regret it? Tyre, my brother!"

"Father, the king who is open to you. Isn't what you did to him a regret that you have done?"

"Odin, you mean that damn old man. I'm so sorry, Tyre, I no longer regard him as my father. Now I am Fenriel, the demon wolf, no longer the blind man, the Hodell who lets you insult him. So there is no possibility that you can touch me."

The huge wolf lowered his head and said, the whimper that came out from the depths of his throat from time to time was as harsh as a sarcastic laugh. But such words could never satisfy Tyre.

"That is your father, the father who helped you practice and taught you carefully over countless nights. He is the father who always has high hopes for you when everyone hates you. How can you say such words? Hodell, you disappointed me so much!"

"Disappointed? It should be me who is disappointed!"

He shook his head suddenly, letting the saliva from the corner of his mouth spill around, and Fenrile's face showed a ferocious and crazy expression.

"High hope? Is it a good idea to think of me as the shadow of that guy Valde, whose guards have been making me beaten day and night, allowing me to accept swords and fight as a blind man in total loss? It's so ridiculous. He never asked what I wanted, but simply put what he thought on me. He never cared about whether I was in pain or not, would I want to!"

"Every father of Asgard will learn to fight, which is our tradition and nature. And, is it what you want to become like this now?"

Holding the sword tightly, Tyr began to glar at his unreasonable brother. He felt that he could not communicate with Fenriel like this. Because he felt that Fenriel's mind was full of resentment and madness. In this case, the sharp blade and fist were much stronger than the lips and tongue.

"This ghost look, how can you describe my current body in this way?"

Shaking its huge tail, the demon wolf showed a strange appearance. It bit its tail lightly like a real wolf, scratching its ears with its hind paws. Its comfortable appearance makes people look weird no matter how it looks. However, Fenriel doesn't think so. On the contrary, he is very satisfied with his performance.

"Don't you think my body is so perfect now? Strong and powerful! I can clearly see any creature in this world, using my claws and sharp teeth to catch prey and enjoy blood food. Isn't such a body ten thousand times stronger than the previous one that is neither visible and weak?"

"Enough, Hodell, you have changed, and even your heart has completely become a monster! Since it doesn't make sense, I can only use a sharp sword to make you awaken. As long as you can wake you up, I don't mind making you disabled."

Tyr suddenly stopped Fenriel's crazy words, then held up the magic sword in his hand and scolded him sternly. This was the choice he made, the choice that could make his younger brother turn back. But he never understood that some people would never turn back.

"Being disabled? Tyre, don't forget that I was a disabled person. Why, as my brother, my only brother, do you want to see me become repelling and pitiful again, and then cry for protection from you?"

Speaking of this, Fenriel's already extremely ferocious wolf face showed a more cruel and terrifying expression. It was the expression of choosing people to eat, the most desire for blood and soul. Fenriel, who showed that expression, faced with Tyre, his only brother.

"I am no longer the cowardly Hoddle, now I am Fenriel. You and I are no longer brothers, Tyre. I have abandoned Asgard's blood and accepted the blood of the dragon and turned into a real monster. You and Asgard no longer have any relationship with you. So, don't force me to kill you. At that time, I will not show mercy."

"Can't you show mercy? You are too arrogant to yourself!" Tyr, who said this, had made up his mind. He didn't want to say more nonsense, but pointed at the demon wolf opposite him with Tyr's fringe in his hand and said disdainfully to him. "I am Asgard's God of War, an invincible existence. Just because of you, a guy who has become a monster wants to defeat me. You are too naive!"

"Then try it!" A sudden wolf howl, Fenriel immediately turned into a black hurricane with almost no shape, and rushed towards Tyr in an instant. With his movements and roars, the wolves all over the mountains and fields also rioted, like huge ant colonies gathered, densely packed, pounced towards Asgard's camp like a gray tide.

From the beginning, Fenriel had no intention of fighting fairly with Tyre. It was clear how powerful the brother of his past was. If he hadn't cut off his hand, he would have been under Odin. Even so, he was the most powerful god in Asgard.

Fenriel didn't think he could have such a skill when fighting with such a guy. So it launched its own race and let the demon wolves with the blood of their monsters launch a surprise attack on Asgard's camp, in this way to interfere with Tyr's mind.

This is war, not battle. Even if Tyr defeats himself, his army will be destroyed by his descendants and the dark dwarfs. At that time, Asgard's defense will be completely destroyed, and the enemy who drives straight into will soon destroy this country that he hates. Even if he fails now, he will still win the entire war. Therefore, Fenriel is completely fearless.

Fenriel understands this, and Tyr is naturally very clear about it. Unlike Fenriel's fearlessness, Tyr's heart is burning. He cannot let Fenriel eliminate all the warriors under his command, and it is even more impossible for Asgard's defense to collapse, so he immediately burst out with twelve points of strength.

The giant sword of light appeared again, and Tyr's wielding turned the huge sword of light into a sky that covered the sky, like the waves sweeping over Fenrier, almost covering all the space around Fenrier. This put Fenrier in a situation where he had no way to escape, but for it, there was no need for it to escape.

He is Fenriel, the former god of darkness. Darkness is his protection, his shield and armor. In the darkness, he can hide to any place, and under this premise, Tyre's attack has no use at all.

Just turning his body into invisible and qualitative darkness, Fenriel easily avoided the sharpness of Tyr's giant sword. The next moment, his figure appeared behind Tyr, and then roared and bit his head.

As a demon wolf, it can tear open the strongest armor and shields with sharp teeth. Its big mouth has the power to swallow everything. Therefore, as long as it is bitten by it, even Tyre, the god of war, will never have any good ending.

However, how could Tyre, who had already known the ability of Fenriel, be able to bite him so easily.

At this critical moment, his majestic body suddenly leaned back and hit the giant wolf's chest like a Mercedes-Benz train. Then he bent backwards, and Tyr's sword tip directly pierced Fenriel's left forelimb, causing the ferocious demon wolf to roar in an instant.

And this trip is not the end, because at this time Tyr had already hugged the demon wolf's neck and twisted it out with a roar of mighty rivers and mountains.

The demon wolf's figure fell straight to the ground like a black meteor. On him, Tyr held his sword tightly and stepped on his throat with one foot, blocking his vitals tightly, leaving him with no possibility of doing any more movements.

Under this situation, Fenrier's body fell heavily on the ground. While killing countless wolf cubs, he also let out a painful wail. He had thought of turning into darkness and avoiding such damage. But Tilfeng's power limited the power in his body and interrupted all the possibilities for such changes.

Looking at Fenriel who had almost completely let him slaughter, Tyr trembled his eyebrows and immediately pulled out Tyr's Feng from the front limb of the demon wolf, shouted loudly and stabbed the sword blade towards the giant wolf's throat.

If he was stabbed into the vital point by the God of War's sword, even if he had turned into a monster, he would not be able to escape the end of death. Therefore, in the midst of lightning, Fenrier shrank suddenly and even made a wailing sound that only wolf dogs could have.

"No, no! Tyre, my brother. Don't kill me, let me go, please!"

Fenriel, who lowered his eyebrows and looked pitiful and begging, had no madness and ferociousness as he had just now. Like all the dogs who were afraid of being beaten and had a tail between his tail, he now looked vulgar and unbearable, without the majesty of a demon wolf at all.

But even such a disgusting face immediately made Tyre stop his movements and could no longer be cruel. No matter what, it was his younger brother. Faced with his younger brother's plea, the sword in Tyre's hand seemed to have a root and could no longer move forward.

Seeing that Tyre was really showing mercy, Fenriel's eyes immediately had a cunning look. In an instant, its huge body turned into countless tiny dark streams and disappeared at Tyre's feet.

Immediately afterwards, these tiny dark streams turned into ferocious wolf appearances, grinning, and rushing towards Tyre with a ferocious face.

Frugal and bloodthirsty, without any affection at all.
Chapter completed!