Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

After the blue slug left, Tyr picked Jiro up.

"Hmm... now what to do with you..." He said, looking at the short guy up and down.

"You..." Jiro uttered, "How did you escape the grasp of my black worm? That isn't fucking possible... I had planned to use it on... tsk!"

Tyr smirked, "It clearly is possible."

"No, you don't get it! You couldn't get it... you're a freak!"

"Huh? Do you wanna run that by me again?" Tyr tightened his grip on the back of the slugs neck.

"Ack! Okay I yield! Please stop Tyr!"

*SLAP*

Jiro was blasted across the face, a red mark on his cheek with his body frozen.

"It's master Tyr to you."

*Slap slap slap*

"Okay! Please master Tyr!" Jiro finally exclaimed, entirely defeated and exhausted.

"But I tell you... what you have done is something that not even the great empires of Ainsveld have discovered how to solve. It's crazy... far too crazy to even believe."

Tyr thought about that for a moment: 'Hmm... maybe I'll have to use this trick again now that I've learned it.'

At that moment, he saw something from the corner of his vision, "Ah... looks like its time."

*BANG*

"Go, Ol' Betsy!" A feminine voice shouted as a giant ball of pink energy traveled through the air.

It beamed right toward Jiro. As it neared a mere few feet away, Tyr let go of the short slug.

The Aura orb hit Jiro with a powerful impact, suddenly spreading into a dozen spider-web-like straps before binding onto Jiro's arms, legs, torso, and more.

"Ack! What is this!?" Jiro screamed, his limbs and body instantly entrapped in an immovable barrier.

At that moment, all eyes turned like flowers waving in the wind toward the direction where the attack had come from.

There, Noa stood tall with a giant gun on her hip and a bright smile on her face.

"Hahaha!" She laughed, "Thats Betsy's classic, ya' like it?"

Tyr smirked slightly, "Finally... I called you a while ago. Took you long enough."

"Oh zip it! I was working on finishing that array breaker you wanted me to try."

"Wait..." Tyr said, confused, "Don't tell me you already finished it!? It's barely been a couple of hours!"

Noa put her gun on her back and chuckled as she walked over to where Tyr was.

"It was actually a lot easier than expected." She said, noticing that everyone was looking at her. She got excited to see this, and closed her eyes as she continued walking and explaining eagerly:

"You see, the Aura code for an array is like a set of rule algorithms enforced into the very atom of the substance. There are billions of codes that tell what the larger codes that they call create together to do, and those ones combine to tell what the code that they create has to do as well. Like this, a series of codes creates an entire Aura array. To destroy it, one simply has to--"

Noa opened her eyes, her voice stopping as she realized everyone had long stopped paying attention to her yapping.

They were all instead looking at Tyr, who seemed to be laughing while standing on Jiro.

"This bastard really thought he had me, ahaha!" Tyr joked, making a few Zasean natives join in on the quipping.

Tyr's gaze suddenly landed on Noa, who had her fists clenched in anger.

"Oh... yea we stopped listening to your explanation after the algorithm part. I'm not really an IT guy."

Noa's anger was trumped by her confusion, "A what guy?" She exclaimed in confusion.

"Oh... don't worry about it. Anyways, now that this bastard is trapped, all we have to do is wait for tomorrow."

Tyr handed Jiro to Noa, dropping him beside her feet as if he were a ragdoll.

He then made his way over to Helas. Kneeling down, he noticed that Helas' arms were were bad shape.

'Jeez... he didn't even incur this much damage from fighting off Jiro and Mrama back at the warehouse.' Tyr mused, feeling horrible for the man.

At that moment, his eyes squinted slightly as he stared at Helas...

"Lrax..." Ha suddenly said, capturing Tyr's attention.

Tyr's eyes widened slightly with surprise as he saw tears flowing from the young man's eyes.

Ha was in tears. His entire face had turned red like a tomato.

"I'm sorry... you have been like a father to me." He said, suddenly slamming his forehead onto the ground and bowing.

"I just wanted to help... I promise." He could barely speak, at the verge of breaking down.

Tyr looked around, noticing everyone's somber expressions. Clearly, Ha's words had invoked similar emotions in them as well.

"All these years you have helped me... the debts you have paid... the family members you have honored... the scars you have taken on the front of your body. I'm sorry for being so foolish!"

At that moment, Helas placed his hand, although broken, on top of Ha's head.

A slight smile formed on his face, as many onlooking soldiers began to get emotional. Moisture built up in their eyes, redness taking over the tip of their noses as they began to sniffle.

"Ha... it doesn't matter. Why would I get mad at you for something like this? You only wanted to help. Heroes help... the ones that are on the right side of history help."

As he felt Helas' hand on his head, and heard those warm and kind words, Ha couldn't help but break down into even more tears.

Tyr saw this heartwarming moment and couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

'He's a powerful person.' He thought to himself, looking at Helas.

"Here, these are fairly powerful healing capsules. You should be fine in a few weeks." Tyr fed a variety of capsules to the lrax.

Tyr then stood up, turning, "Oi, you," He pointed at Trai, his expression now serious.

"Bury those who fell. Give them an honest burial..."

Trai was slightly taken aback by this at first, but quickly agreed to the order, raising his chin and straightening his posture: "Yes sir!"

Tyr looked at the other soldiers, "Enough crying... get ready to give up your lives tomorrow." He said in an ice-cold tone.

This threw off a few natives. Tyr caught a few angry glances and confused looks.

Out of nowhere, a young native who had been crying stared at Tyr with an expression seething with hatred: "Why..." The boy said in a low tone, his voice slowly increasing in volume as he spoke:

"So that you can save your little friends!? Is that why you want us all to die!? Are you really with us... or are you with the black guild!?"

Tyr paused, staring at the young boy who was no younger than 15 with a serious glare.

He then walked up to the boy, staring down at him with a stern look.

The boy was clearly confused, and even scared by this reaction. He had spoken out of spite and frustration but hadn't expected this confrontation.

Tyr picked the boy up by the collar, "My friends... will save your mother and father, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends and more..." He said in a deep tone, "What will your life do?"

The young boy was already scared, wincing as he was picked up off the ground.

On hearing Tyrs' words, however, he gasped accidentally. His eyes widened, suddenly realizing what Tyr said.

He was both baffled, but also awestruck with understanding, "So... in the grand scheme of things... my life means nothing?"

Tyr abruptly dropped the boy, turning around and walking away.

"No... you're life is even more important than ours. We are far too selfish to sacrifice ourselves... but you, you all are doing this for a purpose much greater than us. You are doing it for those very loved ones which I spoke about. Your lives will do more than ours could even imagine in this coming day...

so prepare well."

The young boy was taken aback again with shock as he heard this. But then... he clenched his fists. A small smile appeared on his face, "I will..." He said under his breath, before gathering the courage to shout: "Thank you... Commander!"