With a slight effort, the bone spear snapped and snapped, and before the evil spirit could land, he had already jumped up, his thin body turned into a black shadow, and he raised the half-bone spear in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely into the evil spirit's heavenly spirit cover.
Almost as easy as piercing a piece of tofu, the bone spear penetrated the entire head of the evil spirit, covered from the heavenly spirit, and pierced through the jaw, and the monster's head seemed to have horns suddenly, because the upper and lower jaws were pierced, the tongue was glued together, and there was no chance to scream, and he fell to the ground on his back.
At this moment, the fire in Fenrir's pupils was like a monstrous flame, as if it was about to burn the whole world.
In Norse mythology, Fenrir is one of the culprits responsible for the destruction of the gods in Norse mythology, and has been branded as evil since birth, and the gods of Agast are trying to trap this level of magical beast.
Originally, the Agarst Protoss used a chain called a thunder ingot, which Thor had forged for nine days and nine nights, but Fenrir easily broke the chain, and later used a chain called "Delomi" to lock it, only to be easily broken.
The gods had no choice but to turn to the dwarf alchemist Dühring, who used the roots of mountains, the steps of cats, the breath of fish, the whiskers of women, the Achilles tendons of bears, and the saliva of birds to forge an invisible magic chain called "Gleipnir", which brought Fenrir to the edge of the abyss of the world.
It is said that the gods of Agaste were so disgraceful in the execution of this successful operation that they were jealous of Fenrir's strength, so they were like foxes under a tree, and they deceived Fenrir into putting on his chains voluntarily.
After two consecutive defeats, the irascible Fenrir was already extremely impatient, and in order to appease him, the god of war Tyr put a hand into Fenrir's mouth as a guarantee, which allowed Fenrir to step into the full set again.
In the end, the gods of Agast did not release Fenrir as promised, and the god of war, Tyr, naturally lost an arm, resulting in a great reduction in combat power in the War of Doom.
It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.
After the dark lord of the Ice and Snow Nation, the black dragon Nidhogg, bites off the roots of the World Tree, Fenrir finally breaks free from this invisible chain, devouring the sun and moon, devouring everything in the world, and killing Odin, the father of the gods in Agast.
He, along with his other two siblings Hela and the Serpent of the Atrium, Jörmungad, are also considered first-generation hybrids, the hybrid of the evil god Loki and the giant, and the more ordinary the Agaste Protoss in terms of strength.
The prelude to the killing began, and the thin boy was no longer visible in the field, only the cold light from the horn iron was swayed, sweeping all the way down the street to the end of the street, as if entering a no-man's land, and everywhere he went, the evil spirits broke their hands and feet.
This scene is so beautiful, it is completely an absolutely perfect aesthetic of violence.
The horn iron used to cut the corn stalks had a sharp edge, and Fenrir wielded it to the fullest.
Thin figures rampaged through the streets, and wherever they went, evil spirits flew into the air like uprooted weeds.
Fenrir didn't even use any strength, his movements were fluid and unrestrained, and every knife was superfluous, every knife was very accurate, like a blade slicing into a gap in flowing water.
In the eyes of the master of swordsmanship, everything in this world has gaps, from human bones to flowing water, when your knife cuts into the gap of flowing water, you will feel that you don't have to use force at all to separate the water, and then your knife will live, like a fish swimming in water.
This kind of swordsmanship not only stunned the four-person team on the bell tower, but also surprised Long Yun.
He suddenly felt that he might be becoming more and more powerful, but he was not aware of this powerful change at all.
Just now in the underground altar, he faced the king of the suzerain, Fenrir, alone, and was able to make a draw, and now he retreated to the position of a bystander to look at Fenrir, only to know that this guy is really not in vain.
He subconsciously clenched his fists, and under the veins in his arm, there seemed to be a faint flow of black qi, and a manic and exhilarating feeling instantly stimulated his nerves, making him feel the urge to jump down and slaughter with Fenrir.
"How" Hela sat on the other side of the driver's seat, as if she had already expected Long Yun's change: "Do you feel as if you have been reborn and changed a person?"
"Well, it does."
"Do you want to know why" Hela licked the popans and looked down the street in front of her, where Fenrir was like a cultivator, plowing the vicious and disgusting spirits again and again, no different from a girl next door eating popcorn and enjoying a soap opera.
"Of course, I feel like there are some inexplicable changes in my body, which I didn't feel like before."
Long Yun Road.
"This is because" Hela turned her head with a smile and looked at Long Yun and said, "It's your bloodline that is recovering."
Do you see an extra mark on your chest?"
Long Yun subconsciously touched his left chest, remembering that there was indeed a remnant on it that didn't want to be symbolized and not patterned, it hadn't been before, and it appeared after being struck by lightning.
"That's right."
He nodded.
"That's right."
Hela said, "When your bloodline is fully restored, your pattern will be complete, it is the mark of the Destroyer, and when the pattern is perfect again, a new generation of The Destroyer will shine."
Long Yun's mind was a little confused all of a sudden.
The Destroyer reminded him of Surtr, who had mentioned to him that this guy was the first generation of Destroyers, but he didn't do anything good, and he burned the heavens and the earth with one move.
Will he be like this in the future, if so, wouldn't he dare to think about it anymore.
What the hell are you doing so much?
He gathered his mind and looked in the direction of Fenrir.
This guy's assassination technique makes people feel incredible, just for a while, the surrounding evil spirits have been defeated like a mountain, and the army of evil spirits that was still huge just now is all lying on the ground at this time, missing arms and legs, or being split in half alive, black blood splashed into the sky, and it will not disperse for a long time, and the buildings on both sides of the streets of the town are like being covered in a black fog, and the smell is everywhere.
Fenrir stood in the middle of the street, his chest rising and falling slowly and rhythmically, obviously a big battle did not make him feel so difficult, let alone reached the limit of his physical strength, the angle iron had been completely deformed, the sharp blade had collapsed in many places, and some of them were rolled up, under this kind of high-intensity slash, it was good to be able to maintain the prototype.
On the narrow street paved with cedars, there was the sound of a soo, and Fenrir looked at the place where it sounded, and saw a fish that had slipped through the net.
The evil spirit had been cut in two pieces from the waist, leaving only the upper body, but still maintaining its bloodthirsty and companion-devouring nature, it slowly crawled towards the corpse of an accomplice, pounced on it and began to gnaw.
Fenrir walked towards it, the shape-shaped angle iron dragging a long string of sparks on the ground.
"You are really unworthy of hell" After speaking, the sword fell, and the cold light streaked across the sky, and the horn iron pierced the evil spirit's neck from top to bottom, nailing it to the ground
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