Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

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Helas was swiftly bound by Noa in several ways, even locking his fingers together in an inescapable hold.

They weren't going to take any chances.

The couple hundred Zasean soldiers that remained were cared to right there on the battlefield.

There were enough health capsules to go around a couple of times, but for those more severely injured, the capsules would only work as short solutions.

Many had limbs cut off, and heavy wounds on their body. They needed real medical assistance as soon as possible.

At that point, Reana had also joined Noa and the others.

Tyr decided to stay back, saying he would deal with the corpses himself.

The others couldn't question him, so they decided to head back without him.

Malon carried Hanzo and Helas on his shoulders as everyone began their trek back to the city.

With everyone gone, Tyr took a deep breath and looked around the battlefield.

"While I still hold this power..." He looked at his limbs, glowing with a burning golden Aura, "I will use it to its fullest extent."

He floated up into the air slowly. And then, he began to blitz all over the place--carrying corpses and dropping them off somewhere else...

He did this until the entire battleground was free of Zasean and Black Merchant corpses.

After that, he used the rifts previously created to go to where Ha and Trai would have been.

Once he got there, he looked around with dismay.

"So many dead..." He saw a field full of blood and Zasean corpses, along with Black Merchant corpses as well... but not nearly as much.

In moments, he swept them all up.

'Looks like all of the slugs went to the warehouse after being called there for backup...' Tyr mused, returning to the warehouse.

Finally, he entered one last rift. It was the large rift where every Zasean soldier escaped when Tyr unleashed his Flame Breath.

He was immediately summoned into a large underground cavern.

The people who hid in here had already exited and left with Noa and the others.

So, it was empty.

'The head of the snake has been chopped off... but the body will continue to squirm. If it's a cunning enough snake, it will even grow a new head.'

Tyr thought to himself as he closed his eyes, using his ears to their maximum extent while in this powerful form.

His hearing had of course increased by several fold.

Within seconds, he heard the muffled commotion of what sounded like human voices against one side of this hole in the ground.

There was no entrance nor exit to this cavern he was in. It was clearly only a hidden transportation space between places--only available to enter through transportation methods. Powered by m_vl_em_p_yr

He walked to one side of the cavern, placed his left hand flat on the wall, and unleashed a powerful punch with the other fist.

The force tore through the wall like a cannon, busting a large hole through while causing a large explosion to sound.

The voices Tyr was hearing suddenly paused.

He had exploded a hole right into the streets of the underground labyrinth.

There were dozens of Black Merchant Guild members still walking around.

Now, however, witnessing the large hole in the wall, they all stopped and paused--staring at the large dust cloud with wide eyes of shock.

A figure emerged from the dust, and as he did, an enormous blast of killing intent erupted through the entire underground domain like a tsar bomb.

Every being in this underground city felt gravity suddenly increase by a dozenfold.

Their skin melted, their eyes popped out of their sockets, and their bones turned to mush and were crushed to paste---or at least, that's what it felt like at once.

The fear in the eyes of those kneeling before Tyr was grotesque.

Their pupils faced the ground as beads of sweat trickled off of their faces and fell onto the ground.

'Lord Black's Aura was nothing in comparison to this... what in the world is this monster!?'

'Have the empires finally decided to wipe us out? A planned move while our leaders were distracted with those no names?'

'It's over... we will all die...'

Tyr threw himself up into the air, floating above everyone as he said: "Come out, Ares."

On hearing his name, Ares awoke from his slumber within Infinite Domain.

His eyes opened with a fierce gaze, as a faint smile played on his lips.

A black and purple colored portal appeared before Tyr, and blitzing out from it came a bolt of Aura.

"FINALLY!" Ares roared, inhaling before letting out a ginormous blast of fire that was even larger than the one Tyr had used on the battlefield.

He turned his head, scorching over 500 feet of land within seconds and burning several slugs.

Buildings under his flame were eradicated, even the stone melting and turning into lava from his breath.

Tyr chuckled slightly with disbelief, 'It was a good decision I didn't let him out until now. I knew he would immediately do this shit.'

He paused before thinking to himself: 'But... it's good sometimes for occasions like this. Here in this underground domain, he can spew as much fire as he likes.'

Tyr's eyes followed the dragon as he continued to turn this entire realm into hellfire and magma.

Ares was now over a foot longer than before. His wings had grown, along with his Aura and overall power. It had been multiple months since his birth, after all.

The dragon was to grow to its young adult years within 2 years, so Ares wasn't too far off already.

Tyr didn't stop just there, however. He wasn't going to let Ares have all the fun.

He also began to fly around and breathe fire into the city below: 'Soul Mend: Dragon.'

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After less than a minute's worth of time, the several-acre land below them had been annihilated.

Tyr was still doubtful, knowing that many had escaped through their little slimy methods. However, he couldn't care less about that.

He had finished his job.

Even after that though, Ares continued to rampage.

"Oi!" Tyr yelled, "Stop it... everything is already destroyed."

Ares heard this and changed his direction, heading right for Tyr like a torpedo.

"You! You locked me in there for centuries! How dare you! I will have your head!"

"Do you want to go back in there?" Tyr threatened in a low tone.

Ares immediately halted as he heard this, staying stationary in mid-air.

"Tsk... you are lucky you hold such power over me... monkey."

Tyr floated closer to the Dragon at that moment, his eyes squinted.

Ares was taken aback, confused as to why Tyr was getting so close to him without saying a word.

Ares backed up slightly, but Tyr caught up to him and grabbed him by the back of the neck.

"You seem like you need to learn a lesson," Tyr said in a low tone.

"W-what?" Ares retorted in genuine confusion.

Tyr spun his whole body around at that moment, flinging Ares into the ground with force.

The power was too immense, causing Ares to slam into the ground.

"You bastard!" Ares unleashed a giant flame breath, but it simply bounced off of Tyr's body.

[Immunity to fire.]

Tyr blitzed forward, appearing before Ares before giving the dragon a slap across the face.

Again, Tyr didn't go easy, propelling the dragon several hundred feet to the side in mere seconds.

Ares slammed into the wall with a large thud--cracking the stone wall before falling to the ground.

The large stones from above fell onto him, but before they landed, he used flame breath to melt them to shreds and flew up into the air.

"That's it! No more joking aro--"

*BANG*

Slapped across the face again and thrown to the ground.

Before the dragon even reached the floor, however, Tyr appeared below him and slapped him again--slamming the dragon into the ceiling.

Tyr continued to slap the fucking shit out of the dragon for an indefinite amount of time.

After 20 entire minutes of the stubborn beast not wanting to settle down, Tyr went even harder.

Slaps turned to punches, and mercy turned to madness.

An hour passed. Tyr had not expected this whatsoever... hell, even he was tired now.

However, it was only right of a dragon to be so stubborn.

At the two-hour mark, Tyr had turned into the devil.

Making sure not to kill the dragon, he nearly went all out.

And finally, through methods of pain that Ares had never seen before, the dragon succumbed...

"I give up..." Ares said, his wings spread flat out on the floor as he panted while facing the sky.

Tyr stood above him, his fist clenched.

"You are greater than me..." Ares said in-between pants.

"Because I am your master, correct?" Tyr asked of the dragon.

"No," Ares said, causing Tyr to tighten his fist again. "It's because of you... are stronger than me."

Ares closed his eyes tightly while saying that as if it hurt him deeply.

'A dragon's pride is like no other... so naturally, admitting this is probably more painful than all the pain he just went through. However, I need to use this power I have right now to subdue him before it gets too late.' Tyr thought to himself.

"Although I hate to admit it... I do not break honor. If I admit you are greater than me, I have a great amount of respect for you as well... a loser has no place claiming to be powerful..." As Ares said that last sentence, he looked to the side--nearly about to tear up.

Tyr saw this and felt empathy for the poor guy, 'He's still a child...'

"Get up, Ares!" Tyr said with a smile, "You are lesser than me... but you are greater than every other being in the world! Do not forget where you stem from!"

On hearing this, Ares began to rise.

"Brush off those pathetic tears from your face. You are a dragon! Chosen by the Gods themselves... never forget that!"

"You-you're right!" Ares roared, "Apart from you, there is no being I can not decimate!" He blasted flame from his mouth once again, melting the roof above.