Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Tyr slowly walked toward Yurin and Cyllia. As they continued to smile at each other, Tyr's vision morphed.

Instead of seeing them as they were, he saw them as shadowy dark figures with red eyes and horns sticking out of their heads.

But then, a thought entered his mind, 'Why...' As soon as he thought this, he felt the grip on his spear loosen.

'Maybe... there is a reason.' He wanted to believe this more than anything else right now.

These people whom he hated at this moment despite never wanting to were the closest thing he had to family other than his grandfather. It had been decades since he had met anyone who he could love so closely.

And yet, they were showing the colors of monsters.

Tyr wanted to know if these were their true colors.

"Why?" Tyr said in a low tone, walking toward both of the Hunters.

They both stared at him in unison. Oddly enough, even though Tyr had known these two for so long, their stares felt unfamiliar.

It was as if they had never seen him before in their lives. As if he was some stranger to them. It was deeply painful to see this, but Tyr was holding in everything for this one answer and this one answer only.

"Why?" Yurin said, "Look... I didn't want to do this. I've known Hanzo for the better part of a decade. But he isn't my God."

Hearing this irked Tyr, who gritted his teeth to restrain himself further.

"Give me a reason." He said in a deep voice, cutting to the chase.

After a short pause, Cyllia spoke up: "You want to real reason? Its because... the prize money is split up between us all. If 3 unfortunately die, the prize money will be split into 3 instead of 6. That will be enough to retire. To live out the rest of our lives--"

"No..." Tyr said, his eyes widening as he spoke. He stared at Yurin with a vicious glare: "Not even close. That is not even close to a good enough reason... to why you would do this."

"What?" Cyllia exclaimed, "But that is my reason. Like it or not, that's how it is."

Seeing these people who were great in Tyr's eyes speak in such a horrible way was painful... for a moment.

But all of a sudden, all of that admiration fell to the ground like a weak tower of cards.

"Greed? That is why you heartlessly butchered Jonas? How pathetic." Tyr looked at Yurin, rage fuming through his body: "Hanzo isn't your God? Who said he needs to be your God for you to be loyal!? He's your friend, damn it! That should be enough!"

"Friend? Shut up, Tyr. You know nothing about the real world. This is not a world of such stupid ideas. Everyone is a monster here, who will do what they want to get what they want. Other wise, you won't survive.

The weak fall to the strong."

"So all that time, not even for a single moment did you truly believe us to be your friend?"

Yurin paused, "I don't care."

"Good." Tyr finally said, "Then I won't have any guilt in taking your head. I don't care what I have to do... but I will not let you leave this place with your life."

Yurin clenched his jaw, a snarling expression on his face, "Oh yeah? Try and defeat me, you fucking weakling."

He stood up and allowed Hanzo's body to fall to the floor.

At that moment Cyllia ensnared the Dragonewt in another Love Prison, fully immobilizing it.

As Yurin walked toward Tyr, Cyllia shouted from behind: "Why don't you understand!? There is no such thing as amazing justice and chivalry in the real world. We want whats best for us... Isn't that enough? Try to understand, Tyr--"

She was abruptly cut off: "Don't address me by my name as though we are friends. You are nothing to me, and I'll rip your head off the same." Tyr's tone was ice-cold and serious.

It cut through Cyllia's mood, taking her aback in astonishment. Never did she imagine Tyr would talk like this.

"Surely you don't think you can beat me right?" Yurin said, "Im sure you understand that I am the second strongest member of this squad."

'Come out, Rudra.'

'Glady, master!' The beast jumped out of Tyr's shadow, landing in front of him with a loud thud.

"Go!" Tyr said as he sprinted to Yurin's right. Rudra ran left, the two surrounding the young man.

'Soul Mend: Polaris Tiger.' Tyr's body transformed.

Communicating mentally, Rudra and Tyr had an automatic advantage.

Rudra lunged at Yurin, slashing at the young man several times with powerful paws.

Yurin dodged them with grace, exchanging a few blows with his gauntlet.

Tyr thrust his spear at Yurin's back, but the young man leaped into the air to evade that attack as well.

'Finally.' Tyr thought to himself at that moment. 'No matter how fast you are... you can't dodge while in mid-air.'

Rudra ran toward Yurin as Tyr jumped onto his back, leaping off at the last moment.

Yurin raised a brow, "What are you doing? Did you not learn anything from the lessons I taught you?" He said in confusion.

This was because Tyr appeared too far away to land his attack.

"Shut the fuck up." Tyr retorted, throwing Yurin off guard for a second, 'Blink Step.'

He appeared behind Yurin, thrusting his spear toward the young man's stomach.

'He disappeared! That ability again...' Yurin mused in shock, 'Then that means... he's behind me!'

Using a gust of wind from his gauntlet, he turned his body sideways.

Despite doing this, Tyr's spear still tore through the side of his abdomen.

"Arrgh!" Yurin exclaimed in pain as Tyr jumped back to create space.

"Damn! That won't happen again!" Yurin screamed as he clutched his wound: "DIE!"

He swung his gauntleted hand across the air, sending powerful bursts of flame and large boulders flying at Tyr and Rudra.

Rudra managed to avoid the blow, but Tyr wasn't nearly so fast.

A giant boulder coated in flame soared toward him at extreme speed.

'Blink Step.'

[Error]

[The cool-down for that spell is not over yet]

Tyr's eyes widened in shock as the boulder came inches from his face. 'Fuck...'

*BOOM*

A sudden blue explosion sent Tyr flying into the air, but he didn't seem to be damaged at all.

"Huh?" He looked at his limbs, "What... happened?"

'Master! Are you alright!?' Rudra rushed to where Tyr was going to fall, leaping up and narrowly catching him in mid air.

He landed right in front of where the Dragonewt was.

Tyr rose, his eyes quickly darting to where Hanzo was.

"He's... not there," Tyr said in disbelief.

"Not bad!" Hanzo's voice echoed from somewhere else. He was walking toward Yurin all of a sudden with a smile on his face.

The horrible wound on his stomach was beginning to heal already somehow.

The short young man continued: "But you must have forgotten who I was."

All of the hairs on Yurin's body erected straight all of a sudden, "Why are you up?" His eyes danced with fear and shock, "Why..."

"Did you think that measly spell would destroy me? Urvil!" Hanzo shouted: "Your God, Zese, is not strong enough! Choose another one to pray to in your next life!"