"It's another beautiful day. I can't imagine how sad it's going to be without you in the future." Hela said as she lazily stretched, her body seeming to be made of loose bones.
She stood on the edge of the pit, leaning over and looking down at the two brothers who were having an existential crisis. A playful expression appeared on her face. "Tsk, I finally caught you. Let me think about how I should deal with you."
The two brothers continued to doubt their lives. As for Hela's threat, they didn't feel the slightest fear, which made her feel very bored. She had no interest in killing them.
Not to mention Leon's plan and the fearsome old man Odin, the performance of the two brothers in the past three years had earned her approval.
Although they seemed a bit weak at the moment, they were worthy of being the candidates for future kings designated by Odin. Whether it was the growth in their strength or their will, it was very rapid. Hela did not think they were unworthy of becoming king.
At present, these two brothers were more like two punching bags for her to entertain and exercise with. It would be a pity to kill them.
So Hela ignored them and walked straight to the castle. As for the area destroyed by the battle, she didn't need to worry about it. The power of Hellheim would automatically restore it to its original state. The two brothers, Thor and Loki, lay in the pit with their arms spread wide. It was drizzling at this time.
The cold rain hit them, and there was a strange sense of peace. After staring at the cloudy sky for a long time, Thor suddenly sat up straight, his face excited again. "Ha, I'm going to defeat her next time." "Do I need to remind you that you've said that thirty-four times?" Loki also sat up, one hand on his knee, his face not looking as if he had been defeated. Instead, he smiled.
Seeing his brother's expression, Thor didn't ask, because he and Loki felt the same way. This time, their previous theory was confirmed: Hela might have killed them the very first time she extracted their souls, but after that, she no longer had the intention to kill them. Although it was a bit risky, it made them feel relieved. It must be said that as descendants of Odin, even though they had never met, Hela was still their sister. Especially after three years of fighting, the brothers' impressions and feelings toward Hela had gradually changed.
In the brothers' hearts, Hela was the kind of majestic, cold, and arrogant sister who used her own strict methods to make them grow up. They challenged her again and again, and Hela didn't refuse or get angry. She patiently "beat" them again and again, prompting them to keep moving forward. With these constant interactions, the two brothers began to view Hela as a relative in their hearts. If possible, they didn't want the two sides to be in opposition one day, or even to fight to the death. Now, after confirming Hela's position and attitude, the two brothers were much happier.
"How about we go and see her?" Thor glanced at the castle and nudged Loki on the shoulder with his elbow. Loki quickly shook his head. "No, I don't want to get beaten again. Her torture methods are worthy of the previous generation's executioner." It must be said that relatives are relatives. Deep down, Loki was still afraid of Hela. Whether it was strength, tactics, or calculations, he was completely outmatched, so it would be strange if he wasn't afraid.
And her methods of beating and torturing people were so vicious that Loki would have nightmares about them. Now that he had taken the risk to confirm Hela's attitude and position, Thor actually wanted to drag him to the castle to see her? Was he really not afraid of being beaten? Loki wasn't ready to die yet. "What are you afraid of? We can learn a lot from her, and it's also related to our future growth." Thor looked unbothered.
What was so bad about getting a beating? He was already used to it and numb to the pain. Seeing that Loki was still reluctant, he dragged him to the castle. Hela's castle was different from the rest of Hellheim in style, and also different from Asgard. It was a combination of magnificence and gloom. It seemed to always carry an inexplicable sense of dread and majesty. Walking through the long corridor, they came to the main hall of the castle.
There was no one in the hall. The gray-blue phosphorescent fire burning around made the hall feel a little gloomy and terrifying. Thor and Loki seemed to have identified a certain goal and walked toward the side hall of the castle. There, they found Hela. Unlike the main hall, the style of the side hall was a little different. It had magnificent decorations and an open-air area, seemingly located under the starry sky, where the flowing galaxy could be seen beautifully and spectacularly.
Hela sat cross-legged in the center of the side hall. On the ground was a constellation of stars, like a crab with its claws raised. A sacred aura flowed through the side hall, making Thor and Loki feel an inexplicable, silent solemnity. "Are you really not afraid of death?" The moment the two entered the castle, Hela knew it. She sat cross-legged on the ground, opened her eyes, and looked at the two brothers. Compared with her previous playful and sarcastic posture, she looked more peaceful.
This new look made the two brothers a little uncomfortable. Thor and Loki looked at each other. After a little hesitation, Thor looked at Hela and said seriously, "We are relatives. I believe you won't kill us." "There's only one word that separates confidence and arrogance, but arrogance often makes people make mistakes." "I believe in my feelings, and I also believe in our bond. We are connected by blood." Thor's voice was full of determination in the face of Hela. He was not afraid.
Loki felt the same. But he seemed a little embarrassed. After all, he did not have Odin's blood and was the son of the Frost Giants of Jotunheim. "You have indeed received my approval." Hela's figure floated up, then stood and walked toward the two brothers. She strode in a black dress, like a battleship heading for the battlefield, full of a king's majesty, which made Thor and Loki's bodies a little stiff, but they still stood their ground.
Standing in front of the two brothers and looking at their serious and stubborn faces, Hela's mouth curved into a smile. Facing the pressure directly in front of her, but still standing unswervingly, they were indeed excellent. Hela nodded secretly, but on the surface, she would not admit it. "But it only means that I agree that you are qualified to be the king of Asgard, which doesn't mean that I agree that you are my younger brother."
"I don't need a brother, nor do I need you." Hela's ruthless words made Thor and Loki fall silent. After a while, Thor slowly spoke, "I know, but..." "Okay, I know what you want to do. Throw away those boring scripts; they will make me feel embarrassed." Hela interrupted directly. She had always disliked this kind of boring plot, this kind of seemingly sincere and touching redemption scene. She just found it disgusting. "I've said enough today; don't disturb my practice."
As soon as her voice fell, Thor and Loki felt the space around them suddenly twist. They were startled and disappeared without a chance to resist. Seeing the side hall empty again, Hela was left alone. She did not feel any loneliness or solitude. Now she was no longer alone; she also had people she cared about and who cared about her.
In the small town, several little babies had gone to school. Two big dogs had sneaked into the town to do some shameful things, but Leon wouldn't worry about them. Pudding and Black Panther were no longer normal Alaskan breeds. They were now extraordinary beings with high IQs. Walking around the town wouldn't cause any accidents. If they did meet someone looking for trouble, the only ones who would suffer would be those with malicious intentions.
Leon never slacked on his practice. He balanced it with time spent with his family. After all, he believed in a healthy work-life balance, and his family always came first. The main reason he was relaxing today was that he had to do something big. That's right, it was time to evaporate the divine power again. Three years of accumulated faith had created a large amount of divine power in the fantasy crystal. Although the crystal looked small, its internal space was huge, and the divine power only filled a small part of it.
You should know that his followers had a huge surge compared to three years ago. In addition to Madripoor and Kosovia, there were many people all over the world who believed in him. After all, compared with those illusory gods, he was a real person who had actually appeared. It was better to turn to Leon's arms than to believe in a god who had never shown himself. Regardless of whether their faith was sincere or not, there would be some true believers after a while.
The large wave of faith accumulated over three years made Leon a little restless. It was like a lottery, which always brought unexpected surprises and excitement. Leon closed his eyes and prepared himself. With a thought, he evaporated the power in the fantasy crystal. Ouch! Then, he saw his house collapse. Yes, it really collapsed, because in front of him, several huge deposits of ore had appeared.
They were as big as three mines. The whole town collapsed, and Leon was stunned. Fortunately, no matter where he materialized things, he habitually opened a mirror space, and whatever he materialized would not have any impact on the real world. Thanks to this habit, otherwise the whole town would have suffered. But this time, Leon was still warned.
This way of materializing was still not safe enough. If some powerful, gigantic artifacts were created, the vision world might not be able to bear it. The mirror magic was strong enough, especially with the blessing of his level, it was even stronger. Even if Dormammu were brought in to fight, the vision world wouldn't collapse for a while, but what if? So in the future, he still had to find a place where no one was to materialize things.
This thought flashed through his mind in an instant. After remembering it, he began to look at the three mines. His heart skipped a beat as soon as he looked at them. It wasn't that he was unvirtuous, but that the things that had been materialized this time were truly beyond his imagination. Because these three mines were what he had been thinking about and urgently needed, and they were also what had been giving him a headache.
Mountain Copper (also known as Orichalcum), Gamanion, and Silver Star Sand. They were the three materials needed for the Saint Cloth. Orichalcum, a metal that only gods could use, looked like a crystal and was the hardest metal in the world. A sword made of divine steel would have a harder blade than any other metal in the world and would be sharper than any other blade. It could split the sky and earth with one swing.
It was one of the three materials needed to make a Saint Cloth. The latter two were also extremely rare materials and metals. Only Uru metal could barely be considered a replacement for one of them. The other two, Gamanion and Silver Star Sand, had no replacement materials at all. Or it could be said that this universe did have them.
After all, the universe was too big, and there were countless powerful and diluted treasures. For example, among the large number of spoils obtained when breaking into hell and beating Mephisto, there were corpses, bones, hearts, and ore metals that could only be produced in the Hell dimension. Once these metal ores were manufactured, they could become powerful items, and some of them were even comparable to many Asgardian artifacts.
However, these materials and metals still could not replace the two other materials needed for the Saint Cloth, because the material sorting and combination, as well as the characteristic combination, etc., needed to be very delicate and strictly calculated to be perfectly integrated. In addition, there may be replaceable materials in the universe, but it was unknown how long it would take to find them.
With the development of the Sanctuary, more and more warriors were practicing to awaken and break through the sixth sense of the microcosm, and they also needed equipment. Leon had even planned that if he didn't find replacement materials in the next two years, he would use the rare metals he found to create a second-level battle suit. But there would be a big gap in defense and amplification, and it was completely inferior to the Saint Cloth in terms of potential.
Now, the fantasy crystal had actually given him a huge prize. The three material veins really solved a big problem for him. The fantasy crystal was indeed his most intimate golden finger. Leon could perceive how huge these three mines were with just a little perception, which was enough for him to create thousands or even tens of thousands of Saint Cloths.
(End of Chapter)
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