Chapter 592： Fallen God's Black Wolf

Maintaining the face of the wolf, the fennel wolf smiled and gave an answer to Til's frown.

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

"Father, the king who opened the net to you. Didn't you regret what you did to him?"

"Odin, you mean the **** old man. I am sorry, Tyre, I have not regarded him as my father. Now I am the devil Wolf, and it is no longer the original nephew. Hoddle, who insulted you. So what you said is not a little bit more likely to make me move."

The huge wolf bowed his head and said that the snoring that emerged from the depths of his throat from time to time was as harsh as a mocking laugh. In this case, it is impossible to make Tiel satisfied.

"That is your father, a father who has helped you practice for countless nights, and has taught you well. It is a father who has always had high hopes for you when everyone hates you. How can you say this?" Come on, Hoddle, you are too disappointed!"

"Disappointed? Disappointment should be me!"

As he swayed his head and let the saliva of his mouth sway everywhere, Finlay’s face showed a sly expression of sorrow and madness.

"Is there a high hope? The so-called high hope is to regard me as the shadow of Bald's guy. The guy's bodyguard has kept me going around the clock, let me accept the sword as a blind man in a completely overwhelmed situation. Fighting? It’s ridiculous. He never asked what I wanted. He just applied what he thought to me. He never cares if I hurt, I don’t want to!”

"East Asgard's father will let his children learn to fight. This is our tradition and nature. And, you become the ghost of the present, is it what you want?"

Tightly holding the sword, Tyre began to glare at his unreasonable younger brother. He already felt that he couldn't communicate with Fenlier. Because now he feels that the current Finnel is full of resentment and madness. In this case, the sharp edge and the fist are much more powerful than the lips.

"This ghost looks like, how can you use this to describe my current body."

Shaking the huge tail, the demon wolf showed a strange look. It was like a real wolf, biting his tail and scratching his ears with his hind paws. I feel weird. However, Finnel does not think so. On the contrary, he is very satisfied with his performance.

"Don't you think that my current body is perfect? ​​Strong and powerful! I can clearly see any creature in this world, use my claws and teeth to catch prey and enjoy blood." Isn't the body that is invisible and weak before the comparison is not ten thousand times stronger?"

"Enough, Hoddle, you have changed, and even the heart has completely turned into a monster! Since it doesn't make sense, then I can only use the sword to make you realize. As long as you can wake up, I don't Mind to make you crippled."

Tyre suddenly stopped the maddening words of Finril, then held the sword in his hand and screamed at him. This is the choice he made to allow his brother to turn back. But he never understood that some people could never turn back.

"Don't be a waste? You don't forget, Tyre, I was a crippled person. Why, as my brother, my only brother, you want to see me re-emerge as a disgusting look, re- Become a pitiful look, then cry to seek shelter from you?"

Having said that, Finril’s already unusually sullen wolf’s face showed a more ferocious and terrible expression. It is the expression of choice, the most eager for blood and soul, and the target that Finril faces with such expression is Tyre, his only brother.

"I am no longer the cowardly Hoddle. Now I am Finnel. I am no longer a brother with you, Tyre. I have abandoned the blood of Asgard and accepted the blood of the dragon." It has become a real monster, and I have no relationship with you, and Asgard. So, don't force me to kill you. At that time, I will not be merciful."

"I won't be merciful? You are too tall to see yourself!" Tyre's mind has been decided. He doesn't want to talk any more nonsense, but instead points to the demon wolf opposite him. Said to him disdain. "I am the **** of Asgard, the invincible existence. Just by you, a guy who has become a monster wants to defeat me, you are too naive!"

"That's a try!" With a scream of sorrow, Finrill immediately turned into a black hurricane with almost no form, and immediately rushed over to Tyre. With his movements and snoring, the wolves in the mountains and plains also rioted, like the huge ant colonies gathered together, densely rushed toward the Asgard camp like the gray tide.

From the beginning, Finlay did not mean to fight against Tyre fairly. It is very clear that the brother he once was a powerful god. If he had not cut a hand by him, he would only be under Odin now. And even then, he is the most powerful **** of Asgard.

With such a guy wholeheartedly fighting alone, Finrill does not think he can have this ability. So it launched its own ethnicity, letting the devils who flowed the blood of their monsters launch a raid toward the Asgard camp, in this way to interfere with Tyre's mind.

This is war, not fighting. Even if Tyre defeated himself, his army would be wiped out by his descendants and those dark gnomes. At that time, the Asgard defense would completely collapse, and the long-lost enemy would soon be destroyed, the country that hated him. And even if he has failed now, he is still the one who won the entire war. Therefore, Finril is completely fearless.

This point Finrill understands that Tyre is naturally very clear. And unlike Finril’s fearlessness, Tyre’s heart was burning. He couldn't let Fenlier wipe out all the warriors he had left, and it was even more impossible for Asgard's defense to collapse, so he immediately broke out with twelve points.

The glare of the great sword reappeared, and Tyre's wielding made this huge sword of light into a sky-covered sky, and almost covered all the space of Fenlier's body like a sweeping wave. This made Finrill fall into a situation where there is no way to escape, but for it, there is no need to escape.

He is Finril, the **** of darkness. Darkness is his shelter, his shield and armor. In the darkness, he can shape to any place, and under this premise, Tyre's offense has no use at all.

Just turning his body into invisible and inferior darkness, Finnel easily avoided the sharp edge of Tyre's giant sword, and the next moment, his figure appeared behind Tyre and then screamed Just biting the past toward his head.

Incarnate as a demon wolf, the sharp teeth can tear the strongest armor and shield, and its big mouth has the power to swallow all things. So as long as it is bitten by it, even Tyre, the **** of war, will definitely not have any good endings.

However, it has long been known that Tyre, the ability of Fenrier, might be so easy to let it bite.

In the midst of this millennium, his majestic body slammed back, like a Mercedes-Benz train directly hitting the chest of a giant wolf, and then he bent back, Tyre’s sword Directly pierced Finril's left forelimb, and the fierce demon wolf instantly burst into pain.

And this is not the end, because at this time Tyre has hugged the neck of the devil wolf, and twisted it out in a roar of the raging river.

The image of the demon wolf was a black meteor falling straight down to the ground, and on his body, Tyre clenched his sword in one hand and stepped on his throat, stuck in death. His key point is that he has no possibility of doing any more action.

In this case, Fenlier's body fell heavily on the ground. While dying of countless wolves, he also gave himself a painful mourning. He did not think about incarnation of the darkness, avoiding such damage. But the power of Tyre's front limited the power in his body and interrupted all the possibilities of his change.

And looking at Finril, who had almost completely slaughtered himself, Tyre smirked and immediately pulled out Tyre’s front on the forefoot of the demon wolf. When he sipped, he stabbed the blade toward the throat of the giant wolf. past.

If you are assassinated by the sword of the **** of war, even if it has been turned into a monster, he will not escape the end of death. Therefore, between the electric and the Flint, Finril slammed even and screamed, and gave a voice of mourning for mercy.

"No, don't! Tyre, my brother. Don't kill me, let me go, beg you!"

The low-browed eyebrows, the face of the pitiful pleading of Fenlier, were completely devoid of madness and jealousy at this time, and all the dogs that were afraid of being trapped with their tails, now he looks wretched and uncomfortable. There is absolutely no magical wind of the devil.

But it was such an unbearable face, but it immediately made Tyre stop his movements, and he could no longer care. Anyway, this is his brother. In the face of the pleading of his younger brother, the sword in the hands of Tyre is like a root, and can no longer go further.

And looking at Tyre actually really ruthless, Fenlier's eyes immediately stunned look. In an instant, its huge body became a myriad of tiny dark streams that disappeared at the foot of Tyre.

And then, these tiny dark streams became the look of a wolf, licking their mouths and slamming them toward Tyre's body.

Fierce and bloodthirsty, leaving no feelings at all. (To be continued.)