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[God of War Tyr]

However, the two warriors were just ordinary soldiers, with neither divine power nor holy light, nor were they as strong as Skurge. Their swords managed to chip away a bit of rubble, but failed to harm the one-horned demon.

The demon immediately shook off the influence of the rock mark and grabbed the ankle of one of the warriors.

"Ah—" The soldier howled in terror before being dragged into the ground, and all went silent.

The rocky hand emerged again.

Seeing that their efforts had no effect and that their companion had been killed so swiftly, Fairwind and the others scattered in fear. Another person was caught and dragged underground to their death.

"Ah ah ah!" Fairwind ran towards a high wall, unable to retreat any further, staring at the ground in front of him in panic.

"Where is the demon?" Forseti shouted as he ran.

"Here! Here! Here!" Fairwind's fingers pointed frantically, eventually indicating right at his feet.

The deadly rocky hand stretched out again.

This time, Forseti used the Hand of Reckoning, striking the one-horned demon at a critical moment.

The stone hand froze, and Fairwind hurriedly escaped.

The hand retracted, while Forseti took this chance to drink the Swiftness Potion and Agility Potion, greatly increasing his speed, and shouted, "Fairwind, keep an eye on the demon!"

Fairwind panted, glancing around: "Straight ahead, he's right in front of you!"

Forseti stared intently ahead.

"Left! He turned to the left! No, it's the right! No, wait, my left, your right! Your right!" Fairwind was flustered, and his directions were confusing.

Forseti spun around, sweating profusely.

The rocky hand extended from the right, aiming to grab Forseti.

However, Forseti, now under the triple effects of Swiftness Potion, Agility Potion, and the King's Blessing, was at his peak speed and power. He reacted just in time, delivering a Hammer of Punishment.

"Boom!"

The rock hand met Forseti's hammer, and the holy light exploded.

"Ah!" The one-horned demon screamed, its hand badly injured.

"Boom!" The earth began to tremble violently, as if an earthquake was occurring, and Forseti quickly stepped back.

The one-horned demon emerged fully from the ground.

At the same time, the surrounding earth and rocks quickly converged on him, thickening the protective rock layer, making him resemble a massive rock puppet.

"I'm going to take your soul to hell!" the one-horned demon roared, clearly enraged by the Hand of Reckoning.

"Boom!"

He charged with his enormous rocky body.

Forseti, moving with incredible speed, dodged and swung his warhammer simultaneously.

Hammer of Justice!

The Hammer of Justice struck the demon's protective rock, scattering rubble. However, this time the protective layer was too thick to break through, and the stun effect did not activate.

The demon's heavy punch landed immediately.

"Boom!"

Forseti raised his blood-red commander's shield to block the giant stone fist, but he was still knocked back, his arm aching slightly.

The demon charged again.

This time, Forseti focused on his tactics, fully utilizing his speed and strength, constantly aiming his hammer at the same spot—the demon's backside.

Finally, his repeated strikes had an effect, breaking through the thick protective rock. A Hammer of Justice landed on the demon's rear.

"Ah!" The demon twitched and fell.

Forseti seized the opportunity, raising Verrigan's Fist high, striking the demon's neck with two consecutive Hammers of Punishment.

The third strike missed as the demon sank into the ground, escaping the blow.

After a while, the demon reemerged, looking unsteady.

Clearly, the Hammers of Punishment to his back and neck had taken a toll on him.

Forseti gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly as his divine mana was nearly exhausted. Without Holy Light, he couldn't hurt this demon at all.

"Suffer to death!" the demon roared, charging again.

Forseti had to fight once more.

However, his King's Blessing, Swiftness Potion, and Agility Potion had all expired, and his holy mana was depleted.

"Boom!"

The demon's stone fist struck, knocking Forseti away, and it pursued him relentlessly.

"Boom!" Forseti got up only to be punched again by the demon.

After several blows, he was vomiting blood, barely able to stand. Behind him were the ruins of the Vanir palace, making escape difficult.

"Now you have nowhere to go! Enjoy your last moments, taste the blood in your mouth, for soon you'll lose your body and become a tormented soul, following me to hell!" the demon declared.

As he spoke, he punched again.

"Boom!"

Forseti braced against the shield, flames circulating around him, fighting the giant fist with all his might, reminiscent of Steve Rogers facing Thanos.

"It's over!"

The demon's stone fist gained strength.

At that moment, a black-haired middle-aged man descended from the sky, slashing the demon's shoulder with a knife-like hand.

"Boom!"

Caught off guard, the demon's arm was severed, blood gushing.

"Tyr!"

The demon screamed in fear, retreating hurriedly.

It was Tyr, the God of War in Asgard.

Forseti let out a long breath: "Lord Tyr."

"You've done well to hold your ground against this demon," Tyr, looking somewhat disheveled, said with admiration and surprise.

The demon turned to flee.

Tyr pursued, jumping and kicking—though equipped with a long sword, he preferred using his fists.

This preference was due to his divine power "Steel Body," making his body as strong as immortal steel and iron, his hands and feet the best weapons.

It was said his high physical strength made shaving and cutting hair difficult, giving him his perpetually unkempt appearance.

"Boom!"

"Ah!" Tyr's kick shattered the demon's protective rock, sending it to the ground, almost fainting.

In a fair fight, as a great demon, the demon wouldn't be so easily defeated by Tyr.

But after the previous battles, the demon was weakened and unable to handle Asgard's God of War, being knocked down repeatedly with little resistance.

As Tyr moved to end the demon's life, a troll suddenly leaped in, blocking Tyr.

"Tyr, our fight isn't over!" the troll declared, then turned to the demon, "Demon, I didn't expect you to be tangled up by a child."

The demon struggled to stand, clutching its severed arm, "If this were in hell..."

"Enough nonsense," the troll interrupted.

The demon gritted its teeth and fled.

Tyr snorted and began a fierce battle with the troll. Each punch generated shockwaves, pushing Forseti back several steps.

Forseti didn't dare stay, quickly retreating, but hesitated and picked up the demon's severed arm before leaving.