New Asgard.

It's not all smooth sailing for this place now.

Thor and Hela have come to this place, and the person standing in front of them is Tyre.

Tyr held the Son of Odin in his hand, and Mjolnir was on the ground on the side.

"Brother, here I come."

Thor stood upright, with the butcher's meat chopper hanging from his waist, with a smile on his face.

Tyre nodded silently, then stretched out a somewhat strange field.

This thing was not something that Tyr could master, but as the Venerable Sky Hammer chosen by Diablo, the quality of fear he presented was too good.

Diablo didn't mind giving something insignificant to him.

"Hella, I didn't expect you to stand across from me. I thought I wouldn't meet before you or I died of old age."

Tyr's one-arm muscle swelled and smashed the hammer of Odin's son to the ground.

A flash of thunder splattered.

"This thing is much better than Thor's Hammer, did you see Thor!"

Tyr roared loudly.

The residents of Asgard were in a daze at this time, like ordinary people who had stayed up overnight.

Wan is like a walking dead.

They will not be in this fight.

Tyre can be sure.

Instilled with fear, they have become puppets of fear.

At this time, Tyr was the most powerful one among the Venerable Heavenly Hammers.

Against at least one Thor, he was sure.

"That's our brother!"

Thor took a big step forward, growling at Tyre.

The power of the legendary hammer of the Son of Odin is purer than that of Thor, more like a **** of thunder.

At this time, being held by Tyr and wielding it according to the usage of a warhammer, it was a little intolerable for Thor.

Odin and Frigga have disappeared from Thor's world, and the hammer brother may be his most troubled existence.

Unfamiliar brother, that is also a brother.

"You said that Brother Hammer is the one?"

Hela's face was ugly as if she had eaten a fly.

Although she didn't mind kicking Odin with the utmost malice, it was a bit beyond imagination to give birth to a hammer.

Odin is not Zeus, his aesthetics are similar to those of humans, and he cannot cross species.

As for Zeus' cross-species aesthetic, it's as outrageous as those giant dragons.

for example.

They can tell the prettiest pig in a herd, and the handsomest one from a nest of ants.

This ability is a little scary.

"Yes, sister. I have to rescue our brother now, instead of watching him be simply used as a weapon by Tyr."

Thor said so.

Somewhat outrageous.

A hammer can be used to nail nails without using it as a weapon, but it is a bit strange to treat it like a brother.

Even Bourkesso doesn't do anything else with a weapon.

No matter what, the son of Odin is still a legendary warhammer!

"Looks like you're confident. Come on then, I'll watch."

Hela said so, and walked aside with her arms in her arms.

Save Asgard?

Hela didn't think so.

She just recognized Thor as her younger brother now, and those walking dead guys are just the past.

"Hey, Mjolnir, long time no see."

Hela waved to Miaoernier on the side, and the hammer flew over like a bird thrown 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, Miaolnir is naturally under Hela's control.

With a bang, the two heavy weapons completed their first collision, and Thor took a few steps back.

His eyes seemed to be on fire.

"I've learned a lot of new things, now, be careful! Tyre!"

Thor roared, and the heavy knife in his hand slashed at Tyre's head.

There was a flash of fire on the blade.

There was also a roar from the butcher's monster soul, and the smell of some roasted meat.

Slam, a basic skill.

But it's at least a bit more powerful than a normal attack.

After all, this is also a skill that incorporates anger, which is enough for Thor to measure the strength of the person on the opposite side.

"cut!"

Tyr came up from one side with a heavy hammer with one arm, and his movements were very ugly.

But the flashing electric light above the Son of Odin made the blow much stronger.

Hela pouted on the side, Tyr was still the same.

Not much has changed in the way of fighting for so long.

Maybe because of the lack of an arm?

Anyway, Tyr didn't have any spare hands to take out another weapon to fight.

Hela turned her attention to the confused Asgardians and seemed to find it interesting.

So she gave out a bit of strength to explore the situation of those guys.

After all, there is a wife arranged by Odin for Thor, and Hela, as her sister, still intends to observe it.

Then, Hela made a sharp cry!

Those Asgardians have been sacrificed to Diablo at this time, and those fears are constantly born and sent to Diablo's side.

Hela touches Diablo!

"Did you do that? That'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 to the legendary weapon like the Son of Odin that would constantly burn Tyr's palm, he still prefers the Heavenly Hammer called the Destroyer!

"what have you done!"

Thor held a heavy weapon in front of him, intending to stop Tyre's actions at any time.

He only has one younger brother and one older sister, and now Tyr is a monster!

Thor's strong sense of responsibility impelled him to do this.

"Your hammer brother, next, we are the only ones to fight!"

Tyr waved and threw the son of Odin at Thor's feet, his eyes darkened.

The voice trembled.

Destroyer will not show mercy to the host.

The essence of this thing is to constantly use fear to destroy one of the holders, and then when needed, manipulate the host into a puppet.

The current Tyr is a complete demon!

"what!"

Thor shouted a battle cry, the heavy knife in his hand was raised above his head, and he didn't care if Tyr would take advantage of this empty door to give him a ruthless attack!

There is no need to think about this.

That's one of the things Thor learned from the barbarians.

The anger will rise more violently when they are attacked, as long as they don't die under this blow, the injury can make their next blow more powerful!

"Ow!"

Butcher's roar and Thor's roar complement each other!

The heavy knife hit the ground directly across the distance!

Then, a landslide!

Earth Splitting, Earth Rumbling!

All the evil anger will be released under this blow, and it can also bring more powerful damage!

Inflict intense damage without even slamming the weapon on the enemy's forehead!

Tyr took out the uncontrollable advance of the Destroyer's body and rushed out!

Diablo was no match for Burkeseau.

But he couldn't get rid of Burkesso and couldn't get rid of a Thor?

Feeling the fury of that slash, Diablo thought of Vorusk.

Both thumps have a similar smell.

That's why he ignored whether Tyre's body could withstand this kind of power and rushed forward!

"Die! Die! Die!"

On one side, Hela kept muttering in her mouth, her body shaking like a sieve.

Diablo's emotions are not something that ordinary people can bear.

This action also exposed Diablo's breath to the barbarian's observation!

It's just that they can't do it now!

...

The Holy Mountain of Harrogath!

The moment Diablo personally controlled Tyr with his own power, Bulkessel felt that power!

There's Thor over there, and Bulkesso can easily tear open a portal to appear there.

However, he traced the stench of Diablo all the way.

Only now, he can't let go.

"Sonya!"

Bulkasso roared away from Reko's arm.

The Wrath of the Waste suit, the Wasteland suit, which he rarely wears, appears on his body, which is known as the legend created by the first ancestors.

At this time, it was just right to be used to save Sonya.

Sonya still has the shadow of the first ancestor's power in her body.

It was the arm of the first ancestor who was integrated into the body after being helped by Nazbo!

"leave me alone!"

Sonya recovered from the brink of death.

But consciousness is still in that chaos.

All he can think about is refusing Bourkessel's treatment!

So her hand fell heavily on Burkeseau's chest!

In the face of barbarians, rejection sometimes requires some strength.

Sonya, who had just started to recover, couldn't push Bulkesoe away.

"You're not dead yet! Stupid!"

Bulkaiso roared indifferently, the blood in the jar and the crystals of the gems seeped into Sonya's body.

Next, is the God Wasteland 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!"

Bulkaiso roared, and the wasteland suits on his body flew away from his body one by one, and flew towards Sonya's forehead.

The original legend of inheritance will always find the next successor.

Bulkessel was strong enough, and now it was Sonya's turn to take on the fate of becoming stronger.

Not far away, Rorschach spread his light wings and slowly landed on the ground with his hood on.

Holding the Hammer of Judgment ~lightnovelpub.net~ in his hand instead of the radiance of the Holy Feather belonging to Tyrael, the Archangel of Justice.

After obtaining the personality of the righteous archangel, he seems to be a little different, more like a judgment.

Rorschach wanted to pay Bourkessel some help as a small thank you.

It's just that under the current situation, he can't get involved.

Fortunately, he can now tear open a portal.

There is the breath of Diablo over there. As a newborn archangel, facing a doll of Diablo, it is still possible to track down the location of the Dread Demon God by the way.

Justice within one's power is always better than justice above.

Anyway, Rorschach has been doing this since a long time ago.

From humble beginnings, he never excels.

Because of doubt, put on a mask to follow justice.

Now, he is justice.