Chapter 116: The Seal is Broken! The All-Father's Determination! Kamar-Taj.
Sunlight streamed through the lattice window onto the wooden floor of the library.
Rayne was holding a thick, ancient book of magic, reading it with great relish.
Suddenly.
"Ding!"
"Alert! Your [Asgardian Sealing Technique] has suffered irresistible high-dimensional rule crushing!"
"The underlying architecture of the [Asgardian Sealing Technique] has collapsed, and the seal has been completely lifted!"
"The [Asgardian Sealing Technique] has suffered heavy damage, its cultivation speed has plummeted, and it has fallen into a severe state of self-seclusion!"
Hearing the electronic sounds ringing continuously in his mind.
Rayne was stunned for a moment.
Then, his expression changed drastically in an instant!
"What is the situation?!"
"Sitting at home, yet trouble falls from the skies?"
Rayne slammed the book shut and stood up.
His Asgardian Sealing Technique had, all things considered, only been used once.
That was a few days ago, on that grassy cliff in Norway, used to seal Hela, the Goddess of Death!
Now the system prompts that the seal has been lifted?
Hela has broken out of the seal?!
How is this possible!
That seal had fused Odin's divine thunder power, Ancient One's magic barrier, plus those freakish sealing runes of his!
No matter how strong Hela was, as long as Odin was not dead, she could never escape from it!
Unless... someone forcibly interfered with the underlying rules of the Universe from the outside!
Rayne didn't have time to think too much.
He raised his right hand and slashed fiercely into the void.
A golden Portal instantly opened up.
He stepped into it and arrived directly at the picturesque Norwegian cliff from a few days ago.
As soon as he exited the Portal.
Rayne smelled an extremely pungent and sickening aura of Death.
The once lush green cliff had now turned into a gray and desolate dead zone.
The vegetation had withered, and all vitality was gone.
Rayne looked at the empty cliff with a gloomy expression.
That blue sacred seal, over a hundred meters high, had completely disappeared.
"Big trouble..."
Rayne took a deep breath.
A war maniac of Hela's level running out would definitely stir up a storm of blood and wind across the entire Universe.
...
Meanwhile.
Asgard.
Inside the magnificent Heavenly Palace hall.
Loki was standing beside the throne, looking at Odin, who was resting with his eyes closed, and his mouth couldn't help curving upwards wildly.
He was too happy.
After several years of secret planning, he had finally used top-tier illusion magic to successfully control Odin's mind!
Now, as long as he sent this old fool to Earth to be a vagrant.
And taking advantage of the absence of Thor, that brainless muscle man.
Wouldn't the entire Asgard become something in Loki's pocket?
"I am finally going to become the true King of the Nine Realms!"
Loki shouted frantically in his heart, fantasizing about the glorious scene of ascending the throne and accepting the worship of millions.
He raised his hand impatiently, preparing to summon the Bifrost Bridge and throw Odin to Earth.
However.
Just the moment he was about to act.
Odin, who had seemed to be fast asleep on the throne.
Suddenly opened his eyes!
Within that single eye, the gaze that had appeared somewhat turbid due to the illusion vanished instantly, replaced by extremely pure, extremely violent deep blue thunder!
Loki only felt his whole body shake.
He discovered in horror that his proud illusion magic was, at this very moment, completely shattered like dry weeds and smashing rotten wood by this thunderous force!
"The seal... has been broken."
Odin didn't look at Loki, but raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dome of the Heavenly Palace, looking at the distant starry sky, his voice extremely aged and heavy.
Loki was scared out of his wits and dropped directly to his knees with a thump.
"Father! Listen to my explanation!"
"I didn't! It wasn't me!"
Loki thought Odin was talking about him breaking some taboo, and was so scared he became incoherent.
Odin lowered his head, looking at Loki trembling on the ground. There was no anger in his single eye, but instead a trace of deep affection.
"Loki, you don't need to explain."
"You did very well, your illusion magic is very exquisite. If your mother Frigga were still alive, she would definitely be proud of you."
Hearing this, Loki was completely dumbfounded.
What the heck was this situation?
Has the old man gone crazy? Or did my illusion leave him with sequelae?
Of course Odin hadn't gone crazy.
As the master of the Nine Realms, if he really didn't want to fall for it, with Loki's little cultivation, how could he possibly control him?
The reason he played along with Loki's act earlier was purely because he felt his time was running out, and wanted to sneak off to Earth to personally guard Hela's seal.
But now, it was all too late.
He clearly sensed.
That seal connected to his life's origin had just been forcibly erased by a high-dimensional force that even he could not resist!
Hela had regained her freedom!
Odin ignored Loki, who was still dazed on the ground.
He extended his right hand and grabbed into the void.
Hum!
The Eternal Spear—Gungnir, representing the supreme royal power of Asgard, instantly pierced through the air and steadily fell into his palm!
Boom!
An overwhelming and terrifying divine thunder power suddenly erupted from Odin's aged body!
The magnificent Heavenly Palace hall trembled violently under the impact of this divine power.
Loki was directly pressed flat onto the ground by this terrifying coercion, unable to even lift his head.
He widened his eyes, looking at his father who was like the Thor descending to the world.
His brain was buzzing.
Is this the heck my old man who dozed off all day and was about to die of old age?!
This combat power is simply hundreds of times fiercer than Thor's!
Odin ignored Loki's shock.
Gungnir in his hand paused abruptly, and the sharp tip of the spear tore open a deep blue spatial rift in the void.
He extended his left hand wrapped in thunder and reached directly into the rift.
The next second.
Just like an eagle catching a chick, Odin directly yanked Thor, who was fighting demons in some Fire realm, out of the rift by force.
Thor fell onto the floor of the Heavenly Palace covered in dust and looking completely dazed.
When he raised his head and saw Odin, fully armed and surrounded by lightning.
Thor's eyes lit up instantly.
"Father! Have you finally decided to go on an expedition?!"
"Which blind realm are we going to attack?"
Thor stood up excitedly, raising the Mjolnir in his hand.
Odin looked at the silly son in front of him whose mind was filled only with muscles, a trace of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
"Thor, my son."
Odin's voice was low and desolate: "We are indeed facing a war."
"However, the enemy of this war is your sister... the Goddess of Death, Hela."
Hearing this name, both Thor and Loki, who was lying on the ground, froze. Sister? When did they pop out with a sister?
"Her seal has been broken."
"Her power is too formidable. In Asgard, even during my prime, I could not completely kill her."
"Now, I am old."
Odin didn't explain too much to them.
He waved his hand abruptly, and an irresistible divine power wrapped around Thor and Loki.
"Go to Midgard (Earth)!"
"Go ask the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj for help!"
"Only if Ancient One comes personally might Asgard still have a glimmer of survival!"
Having said that, Odin threw the two of them directly into the Portal he had just torn open.
After sending away his two sons.
Odin waved Gungnir once again, tearing open another Portal leading to the depths of the Universe.
Heimdall, the guardian god holding a giant sword, walked out from it with a tragic expression.
"Heimdall."
"Take the people of Asgard and leave immediately through this Portal."
"Find a safe Planet to start over."
"I... can no longer protect you."
Odin looked at this loyal old subordinate, his tone revealing a deep sense of helplessness.
Heimdall knelt on one knee, his eye sockets turning red.
"As you command! Great King of Gods!"
Finishing his words, Heimdall turned and stepped into the Portal. There, countless Asgardian civilians were queuing up to evacuate.
Having arranged everything.
Odin took a deep breath and straightened his aged spine.
He raised the Eternal Spear high.
Inside the vault, the Destroyer armor, reputed to be indestructible, turned into a stream of light and attached directly to his body.
At this moment, Odin seemed to have returned to the King of Gods from a million years ago who conquered the Nine Realms and was invincible!
He strode out of the Heavenly Palace.
On the huge square outside the Heavenly Palace.
Tens of thousands of fully armed Asgardian Royal Guards had already assembled, waiting in full battle array.
Odin stood at the very front of the army.
His gaze stared fixedly at an open space ahead.
Suddenly.
An extremely dense black-green Death mist churned and rolled out of thin air on the square.
The mist dissipated.
A tall woman wearing tight leather clothing and heavy black eye shadow walked out from inside with arrogant steps.
Just by her standing here alone.
The bone-chilling oppressive aura of Death radiating from her actually made the tens of thousands of battle-hardened Royal Guards opposite her find it difficult even to breathe.
Hela looked at Odin standing at the very front, a cruel smile hooking the corners of her mouth.
"My good father."
"Have you put on such a big battle array to welcome back your true Queen?"
Odin tightly gripped Gungnir, his expression solemn.
"Hela, if you are willing to give up your ambition."
"Everything can still be discussed."
"Hahahaha!"
Hearing this, Hela laughed wantonly, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the entire Universe.
"Odin! Are you joking with me?!"
"Back then in your prime, you brought an entire elite Valkyrie legion just to barely seal me!"
"Now, you are so old that you can barely hold a spear steady. What will you use to stop me?!"
Before her voice died away.
Hela suddenly swept her hands back behind her head.
Her smooth black hair instantly turned into countless extremely sharp black spiked crowns!
Flipping her hands, two black longswords exuding a rich aura of Death appeared in her hands.
On the land of Asgard.
Her power was endless in the truest sense!
"Kill!"
Odin knew that further talk was useless, and let out a heaven-shaking roar.
He lifted his long spear and charged toward Hela with tens of thousands of Royal Guards.
However.
This was a one-sided slaughter without any suspense.
Hela's power was simply too terrifying.
She didn't even use any fancy magic, merely waving her hands.
Countless extremely sharp black swords of the night sky burst out from behind her like a rainstorm.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The Royal Guards charging at the very front fell in rows into pools of blood like harvested wheat.
Even Odin, wearing the Destroyer armor.
Faced with Hela's abyss-like divine power, he could only struggle to hold on, beaten back step by step!
Chapter 117: Fall of Odin! Return of the Goddess of Death, Hela! Asgard.
The sky was so gloomy it seemed as if it could drip water, and the entire Heavenly Palace was shrouded in an atmosphere of grim slaughter.
The battle between Odin and Hela had reached a white-hot stage.
The clash between these two god-level powerhouses was practically world-destroying.
Asgard's massive continent floating in the Universe began to experience large-scale collapses and fragmentation under the collision of their divine powers.
The magnificent Heavenly Palace buildings collapsed and sank in rows upon rows.
Odin was old after all.
Although he wore the Destroyer armor, the divine power within his body had dried up to the extreme.
As the battle progressed, new wounds continuously appeared on Odin's body.
In contrast, on the opposite side, Hela, on the land of Asgard, possessed power that was truly infinite in the real sense.
Even if her body was pierced by Odin's Eternal Spear, it would completely recover in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a trace of a scar.
With the ebb and flow, Odin gradually became overmatched.
As the fight dragged on, even the thunderous radiance on the tip of Gungnir, the Eternal Spear in his hand that was touted to never miss, completely dimmed.
Bang!
It was yet another extremely fierce collision of divine power.
Odin was shaken back several steps, only managing to barely steady his footing by leaning heavily on Gungnir against the ground.
He panted heavily, the fire of life on his body flickering like a dying candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.
"Hela..."
Odin slowly raised his single eye to look at this eldest daughter, who was filled with ambition and the desire for slaughter, his voice weak to the extreme.
"Let your two younger brothers go."
"If they are willing to kneel and submit to me, I can consider leaving them an intact corpse."
Hela stood in place, holding a dripping black longsword, with a cold tone and not a shred of familial affection to speak of.
Odin said nothing more.
It was as if he had finally let go of all obsessions and attachments in his heart.
His body began to transform into golden light dust from his feet upwards, bit by bit.
This golden light dust drifted away with the wind, flying towards the distant Endless Sea.
Odin, the generation's God King, thus fell.
Hela looked at the place where Odin had disappeared, her eyes very complex.
Although Odin was the chief culprit who had imprisoned her for thousands of years, he was, after all, her biological father with whom she had once fought side by side.
However, this complex emotion lasted for only a split second.
Hela's ambition had long since swelled to an uncontrollable degree along with the long years of imprisonment.
She waved her hand abruptly.
Rumble!
Countless huge black longswords rose from the ruins of Asgard like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, forcefully propping up those continental plates that were about to sink.
Subsequently, Hela strode into the dilapidated Heavenly Palace and unceremoniously sat upon that throne symbolizing the supreme power of the Nine Realms.
"Awaken!"
"My loyal Death Legion!"
"Go forth to conquer with me! Go forth to slaughter!"
"Our next target is Midgard!"
"It is that damned Kamar-Taj!!!"
Hela let out a roar that shook the heavens.
The entire Heavenly Palace trembled violently amidst this roar.
The underground tombs that originally buried the spirits of past generations of Asgard collapsed with a crash.
Countless bone-white skeleton soldiers, their eyes burning with dark green soul fire, crawled out from the ruins, kneeling densely outside the main hall of the Heavenly Palace.
Hela looked at the Death Legion kneeling on the ground, extremely frantic murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
Just a moment ago, at the exact moment she broke through the seal.
She clearly felt three forces suppressing her!
One was the thunder divine power coming from Odin.
And the other two were extremely pure magical auras!
Hela possessed ancient memories, and she instantly recognized that it was the unique magic fluctuation of Kamar-Taj!
How dare they meddle in Asgard's family affairs, how dare they participate in sealing her!
She would definitely make Kamar-Taj pay a bloody price!
...
Earth.
New York Sanctum.
Today it was Mordo's turn to guard here.
He was sitting in the hall meditating with his eyes closed, when suddenly he heard a huge crashing sound coming from overhead.
Before he could even react.
Rumble!
The glass dome of the New York Sanctum was directly smashed open into a large hole.
Two extremely disheveled figures fell from the sky, heavily crashing onto the marble floor of the sanctum.
This sudden turn of events immediately pissed off all the mages in the New York Sanctum.
Are these bastards ever going to finish!
People came to smash the place every few days; did they really think the mages of Kamar-Taj were pushovers?!
The mages instantly entered combat status.
Some raised a Magic Shield, others directly condensed magic light blades, aggressively surrounding them, ready to chop these two ignorant intruders into pieces.
For a time, magic light flashed throughout the New York Sanctum.
When Loki rubbed his bruised buttocks and climbed up from the ground.
What he saw was this extremely spectacular scene.
Dozens of fully armed, murderous combat mages were staring at him fixedly with a hateful look as if looking at a dead man.
Loki was genuinely panicking a little this time.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcefully squeezing an extremely ingratiating and flattering smile onto his face.
"Masters... If I said this is a misunderstanding, would you believe it?"
Clearly, the mages didn't buy his act at all.
Furthermore, Loki's face was registered in Kamar-Taj.
Back when he led an alien army to invade New York, this fellow was public enemy number one!
Without saying a word, the mages directly raised their magic weapons and prepared to rush up, letting Loki recall the fear of being pinned to the ground and rubbed by Hulkback then.
"Stop!"
Mordo let out a stern shout, stopping the angry mages.
He stepped forward, staring with an extremely ugly expression at Loki and Thor, the God of Thunder who had just climbed up beside him.
"Loki, and Thor."
"What on Earth do you Asgardians want? Forcibly breaking into the New York Sanctum, you are openly provoking Kamar-Taj!"
"No! We're not here to fight!"
Thor tightly grasped Mjolnir, his eyes red, and shouted anxiously: "We want to see the Sorcerer Supreme! Immediately!"
"Is the Sorcerer Supreme someone you can see just because you want to?"
Mordo frowned deeply, unceremoniously retorting: "Even if God King Odin came in person, he would have to report in advance. Who the hell do you two think you are?"
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you! We have something extremely important! It concerns the life and Death of the entire Nine Realms!"
"No matter what the matter is, it must follow the rules."
"You must wait outside first; only when the Sorcerer Supreme agrees can you go in. Moreover, you must compensate for the sanctum's repair costs."
"You stubborn blockhead!"
Thor let out a roar.
He simply couldn't imagine that even his omnipotent father felt terrified by this matter, yet this dark-skinned fellow was still here bickering with him about rules and compensation!
Out of his mind with rage, Thor directly raised Mjolnir, preparing to break in by force.
"Thor, what's this, long time no see, is your skin itching for a beating again? Want to make a move on Kamar-Taj's turf?"
At this tense and explosive moment.
An extremely lazy voice came from the corner of the hall.
Hearing this voice, Thor's hand holding the hammer instantly froze mid-air.
He mechanically turned his head.
He happened to see Ryan walking leisurely out of a freshly opened golden Portal.
"Ryan? Why are you here?"
"Oh, I sensed the magic fluctuations over here and came to take a look. By the way, pick up these two troublemakers."
"So that's how it is. Fine, since you've stepped forward, take them away."
Mordo nodded without any objection.
Ryan's status in Kamar-Taj right now was extremely transcendent.
Although he held the title of intern Archmage, in everyone's heart, he was already the number two figure second only to Ancient One.
Moreover, to those newly initiated young apprentices, Ryan was a living legend who could casually craft nuclear bombs.
Since Ryan spoke up to claim them, Mordo naturally gave him plenty of face.
Ryan nodded at Mordo, then casually drew a Portal and kicked the still-dazed Thor and Loki straight in.
A moment later.
Kamar-Taj, Ryan's exclusive quiet room.
Thor and Loki hadn't even recovered from the dizziness of space travel when they were pressed down onto the soft sofa by Ryan.
Ryan casually pulled two cans of iced beer from his storage space and placed them on the coffee table in front of the two with a "bang" sound.
"Alright, stop wearing that expression like your dad just died. Tell me, did your crazy sister Hela run out?"
Ryan sat down on the opposite chair and asked straight to the point.
Hearing the name "Hela".
Loki shuddered all over in fright, nervously wriggling on the sofa as his eyes constantly glanced toward Thor.
Without a second word, Thor picked up the beer in front of him, tilted his head back, and chugged it down in one go.
After finishing the drink, Thor wiped his mouth, his eyes red as he said:
"That's right! Father told us before he passed away that Hela's seal is broken."
"He asked us to come and ask the Sorcerer Supreme for help. Ryan, can you take us to see her?"
Thor stared at Ryan fixedly with an extremely hopeful look, like a pitiful stray dog.
"Too bad, the Sorcerer Supreme is not in Kamar-Taj right now. She went on a long trip, and her return date is uncertain."
Ryan frowned slightly, telling the truth.
Ever since she was received by Eternity last time, Ancient One had mysteriously left, and no one knew where she had gone.
"What do we do now?!"
"Without the Sorcerer Supreme's help, what can we use to save Asgard!"
"Save Asgard?"
Ryan looked at Thor as if looking at an idiot, unable to help rolling his eyes.
"Is your brain full of water?"
"With just you two's half-baked skills, you still want to go back to Asgard to deal with Hela?"
"On that land of Asgard, Hela's power is infinite. Even if Sorcerer Ancient One went herself, on someone else's home turf, she'd only be asking for a beating!"
Chapter 118: The Sealing Technique Shows Its Might Again! Hela Lands Face First!
"This is absolutely impossible!"
Thor stared with wide eyes and roared in a rough voice.
"What is impossible about it?"
Ren shook his head, his tone calm: "That land of Asgard is the source of Hela's power. As long as Asgard still exists, her divine power is infinite."
"The only way to defeat her is to destroy the entire Asgard."
"Even if Sorcerer Ancient One went in person, she wouldn't gain any advantage on her home turf."
Hearing this, Thor acted as if his strength had been drained, clutching his head in agony.
"How could this be..."
"No! I'm going back to Asgard!"
Thor abruptly stood up, grabbed Mjolnir, and rushed outward.
"Sit down."
Ren just casually waved his hand.
An invisible, massive force instantly pressed down, and Thor, like a toy, was forcefully pressed back onto the sofa, unable to move.
"Is your head filled entirely with muscles?"
Ren rolled his eyes and said irritably: "Odin risked his old life to send the two of you to Earth just to save your lives."
"On Earth, protected by Kamar-Taj's defensive array and the Sorcerer Supreme, Hela won't be able to do anything to you for a while."
"No! I will never be a deserter! I am going back to save my people!"
With red eyes, Thor roared loudly, attempting to break free from Ren's mental suppression.
"Stop struggling, it's useless. Besides, you can't go back right now anyway."
Ren shook his head.
Suddenly, Ren's brows twitched slightly. As if sensing something, a playful smile curled up the corner of his mouth.
"Furthermore, you don't need to go back now anyway."
"What do you mean?"
Seeing Ren suddenly change his tune, both Thor and Lokibeside him were stunned.
"Hela is here."
Ren stood up and patted the wrinkles on his clothes.
"Bringing her Death Legion, she has already arrived on Earth."
"What?!"
Thor and Loki exchanged glances, both seeing deep horror in each other's eyes.
So fast?!
Ren ignored their shock. He closed his eyes and quickly sent a message via mental power to Mordo stationed at the Sanctum.
Then, he reached out with both hands, picking up Thor and Loki left and right like pulling little chicks.
"Let's go, I'll take you to meet this dear older sister of yours whom you've never met before."
Ren casually drew a circle in mid-air.
A golden Portal instantly opened, and the three of them stepped through it in one stride.
The next second.
They appeared on that cliffside grassy area in Norway.
That is, the place where Hela was previously sealed.
At this moment.
In the sky, a huge colorful beam of light, like a pillar of light connecting to the heavens, crashed down fiercely onto the grass.
This was Asgard's Bifrost Bridge!
Accompanied by the light of the Bifrost Bridge, an army of skeletons exuding a thick aura of Death and a stench of decay marched with neat strides, continuously walking out from the pillar of light.
A Death Legion numbering a full one hundred thousand instantly filled this empty grassy field.
At the very front of the Death Legion.
Hela wore a tight black leather outfit, topped with a sharp spiky crown, and walked slowly out from the light of the Bifrost Bridge with arrogant strides.
In contrast, on Ren's side.
There were only the three of them.
Even Loki's eyes were darting around everywhere, his feet continuously shuffling backward, ready to slip away at any moment.
"Hoh, this setup is really quite grand!"
Looking at the dense skeleton army before him, Ren couldn't help clicking his tongue.
Hela was apparently planning to treat Earth as the first stop in her conquest of the Nine Realms.
"Ding!"
"Your [Asgardian Sealing Technique] has sensed an extremely familiar and annoying aura of Death!"
"Recalling its previous experience of being forcibly breached, the [Asgardian Sealing Technique] feels utterly ashamed, its face turning as red as blood!"
"In order to redeem its dignity, the [Asgardian Sealing Technique] begins to work hard with determination!"
"Skill has mutated and evolved!"
"Your next sealing technique will forcibly trigger the 'Absolute Critical Hit' effect and randomly permanently seal one of the target's abilities!"
Hearing the system prompt in his mind.
Ren almost couldn't help laughing out loud.
This skill actually knew how to feel embarrassed? Knowing shame and then being courageous, not bad, not bad, it has a future!
Just as Ren was secretly feeling pleased in his heart.
Hela opposite them had already locked her gaze onto the three of them.
"My dear good younger brothers."
Looking at Thor and Loki, Hela revealed a cruel smile at the corner of her mouth, her tone high and mighty: "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance."
"Kneel to me immediately and submit to me! I can consider sparing your dogs' lives!"
"No problem!"
"In your dreams!"
Two completely different answers popped out from the mouths of Loki and Thor almost simultaneously.
There was no need to guess at all.
The one who agreed so crisply and neatly was definitely Loki.
In Loki's dictionary, this was called knowing current affairs makes one a wise man! As long as the green hills remain, there's no worry about firewood. First save your little life, and scheming slowly later wouldn't be too late.
As for Thor's thought process, it was much simpler.
I would rather die standing than live on my knees!
"Very good!"
"Since you have such backbone."
"Then kneel for me!!!"
Hela suddenly let out a loud shout.
Thud!
An extremely crisp sound.
Without any hesitation, Loki's knees went soft, and he directly dropped flat on his face, kneeling and prostrating on the grass.
Me!
Loki!
The God of Mischief! Playing the fool with intelligence!
Kneeling first as a sign of respect!
Thor, standing aside, looked at Loki's spineless bear-like appearance, grinding his teeth in anger and sighing deeply.
He would never yield to this crazy woman!
Thor abruptly beckoned with his hand.
Hum!
The Mjolnir that he had thrown into the distance instantly brought violent lightning and flew back into his hand.
"Go to hell!"
Thor roared angrily, swung his arm in a full circle, and smashed Mjolnir fiercely toward Hela.
Hela looked at the flying hammer, a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes.
She didn't even dodge.
She just gently raised one hand.
Snap!
Hela extremely easily caught the high-speed flying Mjolnirwith one hand.
"You're bringing out this little toy I played with leftovers back in the day to make a fool of yourself?"
Hela taunted contemptuously.
Immediately following that,
in Thor's extremely shocked gaze,
Hela's slender palm suddenly exerted force.
Crack!
Accompanied by an extremely piercing cracking sound,
that Mjolnir, which claimed to be forged from the core of an aging star and was indestructible, was directly crushed into pieces in Hela's hand!
Innumerable metal fragments, mixed with out-of-control lightning, dropped onto the grass.
Thor was completely dumbfounded.
This fucking thing was Mjolnir! It was crushed just like squeezing a biscuit?!
Before Thor could recover from his shock,
Hela's figure suddenly moved!
She transformed into a black afterimage, carrying fierce murderous intent, and rushed straight toward Ren and the other two.
Toward these two disobedient younger brothers, she already harbored the intent to kill them.
"Quite a big temper."
Ren looked at Hela rushing over aggressively, his eyes turning cold as his right hand quickly rose.
"Asgardian Sealing Technique!"
Ren silently chanted in his heart.
"Ding!"
"You have used [Asgardian Sealing Technique]!"
"Triggered Absolute Critical Hit effect!"
"Randomly drawing sealing ability..."
"Extraction successful! Has forcibly sealed the target's 'Flight Ability'!"
"Sealing effective duration: Ten days!"
The system prompt voice had just fallen.
Ren saw that Hela, who was originally speeding through mid-air like a black meteor,
suddenly stiffened her body violently.
Just like a bird flying at high speed that was suddenly hit by a hunting rifle,
her magic wings behind her vanished instantly, and she completely lost control of the airflow, dropping straight down from mid-air.
Furthermore,
because her previous sprint speed was too fast and her momentum was too great,
Hela's posture as she fell down was extremely graceful.
It was face down.
Boom!!!
Accompanied by a huge muffled sound,
soil flew up and grass clippings splattered everywhere.
Hela's entire person, like a heavy bomb, landed face first and smashed fiercely onto the hard cliffside grass.
Directly smashing a two-meter-deep humanoid crater into the ground.
At this moment,
time seemed to have stopped.
Ren, Thor, and Loki who was kneeling on the ground,
along with the one hundred thousand Death Legionmembers behind Hela who had just crawled out from hell,
all blankly stared at the smoking crater.
The scene once became extremely awkward.
Even the air was permeated with a bizarre atmosphere of wanting to laugh yet not daring to.
After a full several seconds,
Hela rather laboriously crawled out of the crater.
At this moment, the Goddess of Death had not a shred of that high-and-mighty, insufferably arrogant queen demeanor from just now.
Her originally smooth long black hair was now as messy as a chicken nest, covered in dirt.
Two unknown weeds were even hanging from her nose.
She looked as disheveled as could be.
"Mortals!!!"
"And those two foolish younger brothers of mine!!!"
Hela reached out to wipe off the dirt on her face, glaring at the three of Ren through gritted teeth, her voice turning somewhat out of tune due to extreme anger.
"Ms. Hela, your way of saying hello is really quite unique."
Standing at the edge of the crater, Ren held back his laughter and didn't forget to add fuel to the fire: "What, landing face first, is this a unique royal etiquette of you Asgardians?"
"You are courting Death!!!"
Hela was completely enraged.
She stared fixedly at Ren, the killing intent in her eyes seeming to condense into substance.
An extremely terrifying aura of Death spread crazily around her as the center.
Those wild grass that were already somewhat withered and yellow instantly turned to ashes under the erosion of this aura.
As expected of the Goddess of Death who presides over slaughter, this aura was truly terrifying enough.
However, Ren didn't buy into this trick.
This is Earth, not Asgard. Away from her home turf, Hela's strength was at most only slightly stronger than ordinary dimensional lords.
Before Ren could even speak,
Thor beside him suddenly shouted out loudly as if he had been pumped with chicken blood:
"Hela! Don't be arrogant!"
"This is Earth, not Asgard! Leaving that place, your power is not invincible at all!"
Chapter 119: Grossed out my magic to the point of vomiting? Toss them all into the Sun! Thor roared loudly.
His exclusive weapon of many years had actually shattered into a pile of debris right before his eyes.
Thor was filled with shock and fury.
But fortunately, having lost the native blessing of Asgard, Hela's power would ultimately be restricted.
"Poor little fellow, does it break your heart?" Hela's voice carried not a trace of warmth, "Did no one tell you that the Eternal Spear in Odin's hand was once snapped in half by me?"
Gulp!
An extremely clear swallowing sound came from behind.
Rayne turned his head to look.
Loki's knees went soft and he collapsed to the ground, adopting a submissive posture of completely giving up resistance. However, no one could guess what kind of evil schemes the God of Lies was actually brewing inside.
"Loki, put away the petty calculations in your head, or I'll deal with you together later." Rayne unceremoniously dropped a warning, then locked his gaze onto Hela.
The woman before him was definitely a tough nut to crack.
Watching Rayne stride forward to block in front of the Thorbrothers, Hela sized Rayne up again.
Suddenly, her expression shifted slightly, and anger burned wildly in the depths of her eyes.
"I recognize the scent on you!"
"Back then, it was you and Odin who joined forces to seal me away!"
"Today, you actually dare to deliver yourself to your Death!"
Hela instantly went berserk.
Her long hair flew backward, transforming in the blink of an eye into a pitch-black, sharp crown, and her battle armor correspondingly flipped into an eerie, ghastly green.
Just as Rayne was preparing to engage in battle, the opponent suddenly stopped.
"No."
"Killing you directly would be letting you off too easily; I want you to experience what it means to wish you were dead."
"Death Legion, tear him to pieces for me! I want to use his skull as a wine goblet!"
Hela waved her big hand and turned to sit back down on the throne that had materialized out of thin air.
Following her command, the densely packed, stone-statue-like ancient Asgardian corpses in the rear began to move their stiff paces forward.
Driven by the divine power of Death, these monsters not only had physiques even more perverted than in life, but some even retained their combat instincts from when they were alive.
What was most giving one a headache was that as long as the divine power within their bodies was not extinguished, they were completely unkillable, ten times more troublesome than the zombies in movies.
Facing the charging corpse tide, over a hundred Crimson Chains suddenly shot out from behind Rayne.
"Ding!"
"Your Crimson Contract Chains sense the divine power of Death and yearn to devour it for nourishment!"
"Assimilation and absorption in progress..."
The chains behind Rayne twisted excitedly like living creatures, then exploded outward like hundreds of sharp swords.
Squish! Squish!
The hundreds of Death warriors in the very front were stabbed straight through instantly, hanging in mid-air like candied haws.
The corners of Rayne's mouth hooked upward, revealing a confident smile.
However.
Before the smile could even last for three seconds, it completely froze on his face.
The iron-hard Crimson Chains ahead suddenly hung down limply like overcooked noodles in a pot, and then frantically retracted backward at twice the speed of their strike.
Not only did they shrink back into his body in the blink of an eye, but the chains were also twitching and trembling nonstop, going wild and spasming like they were electrocuted.
"Ding!"
"Your Crimson Contract Chains have successfully devoured the divine power of Death."
"Your Crimson Contract Chains were grossed out to the point of vomiting."
"Your Crimson Contract Chains have suffered food poisoning; strength amplification is weakened, and cultivation efficiency has decreased."
Listening to the system notification sound in his mind, Rayne was completely dumbfounded.
It was simply outrageous to the extreme!
Skills could even get an upset stomach?!
Truly fully automated anthropomorphic magic, huh? Rayne would never have imagined in his wildest dreams that the Death energy on millennium-old corpses could actually gross out his own skill to the point of vomiting on the spot.
Just as he was in a daze, a Death warrior had already pounced right in front of him, raising its sword to hack.
The monster opened its mouth and let out a hiss.
An indescribable stench rushed toward his face.
It was simply like stale slop that had been fermented under the Sun for half a month during the hottest days of summer, mixed with a sickeningly rotten odor.
Rayne almost vomited his meal from the night before, and without even thinking, he kicked off the ground and retreated fiercely by dozens of meters.
When he stopped, his face had turned green.
No wonder even the magic got food poisoning; he felt a bit dizzy just from sniffing it a little. The thought that if he had just cleaved this monster in half with a sword and its sticky juices splashed everywhere...
Just running the imagery through his mind once made Rayne feel a wave of suffocation.
Good grief.
No wonder Hela could help Odin conquer half the Universe back then; these biological weapons were completely the public enemy of all carbon-based life forms!
Rayne would rather engage in hand-to-hand combat with a Universe-level deity right now than have anything to do with this stinking bunch of things.
It was simply too unappetizing!
His hands drew circles rapidly in front of his chest.
In an instant, countless dazzling golden Portals spread out directly beneath the feet of the corpse tide.
The Death Legion didn't even have a chance to react; they collectively stepped into the void and were instantly teleported away cleanly.
At the same time on Earth, anomalies appeared in the sky.
Many passersby looked up and found that the surface of the dazzling Sun seemed to have many tiny dark spots. Ordinary people were blocked by the strong light and couldn't see clearly, merely assuming it was some kind of rare sunspot activity.
However, major observatories and aerospace institutions captured footage with precision instruments that made their scalps tingle.
Above the surface of the Sun.
Hundreds and thousands of huge golden halos bloomed out of thin air!
Densely packed human figures fell out from the halos like dumplings being dropped into a pot, being directly sucked into the interior of the Sun by the terrifying stellar gravity.
These figures were definitely not conventional living beings; when they fell into the Sun, the massive energy even triggered a brief dimming of local light, which was the real reason why dark spots were seen with the naked eye on Earth.
Major official powers across the globe could no longer sit still; they urgently established special task forces, staring dead at the satellite images on the screen for analysis.
Especially many informed departments, looking at the familiar golden halos on the screen, their eye corners twitched wildly.
Yet Rayne, far away on the alien battlefield, had no idea at all that his casual little operation had already triggered a magnitude 12 earthquake on Earth.
He simply found this bunch of monsters too dirty.
He simply opened a Portal and threw the entire army into the Sun. These corpses were nothing more than having a bit more strength and carrying some divine power; facing high-dimensional space magic, they didn't even have the qualification to struggle.
Watching helplessly as her proud ace legion stepped into the void and fell into the abyss, instantly evaporating from the world.
Hela, sitting high above on her royal throne, stood up abruptly in shock.
Chapter 120: Daring to feed shit to my magic? Spatial magic? And you can wholesale it like cabbages?
Opening thousands of Portals at the same time, even if you drained the Old Sorcerer with the deepest foundation in Asgard, it wouldn't be possible!
Spatial spells consumed the most mana, but the man named Ryan in front of him wasn't even blushing or out of breath; he was simply a monster with no upper limit.
Others thought Hela only knew how to wield dual swords, but deep down, she was a top-tier sorceress.
She knew all too well how absurd a spatial attainment was required to open so many Portals at the same time.
"Disgusting spatial trick." Hela forcefully suppressed the shock in her heart and sat back down on the throne.
Fingers painted with black nails danced gently in mid-air.
The violent divine power of Death spread out from her fingertips.
The dazzling golden halo beneath Ryan's feet suddenly flashed frantically.
"Ding!"
"Your Portal has been severely interfered with by the divine power of Death, and the signal is extremely poor!"
"Your Portal's emotions are starting to become irritable, and operation errors may occur at any time!"
"Warning! Your Portal is currently extremely dangerous; you are advised to stop casting spells immediately!"
The system prompt sounds frantically swarmed his mind.
Ryan lowered his head to take a look, oh boy.
The ancient corpses lining up to fall into the Sun were now in deep trouble. The Portals were flickering; some monsters entered halfway and were directly cut in half at the waist by spatial blades; either that, or a head went in while the body stayed outside.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered in severed limbs, which was much more miserable than falling directly into the Sun just now.
Ryan was amused and shouted across to the opposite side: "Big Sister Hela, are you an undercover agent sent by our Earth? Why are you even more ruthless than me when killing your own people?"
Hearing this, Hela let out a heavy snort and clenched her fists fiercely.
Even more violent power of Death poured out.
"Ding!"
"Your Portal has been polluted by ultra-strong deathly aura."
"Your Portal feels like it ate a piece of shit, and it's thoroughly disgusted!"
"Your Portal is hot-tempered and petty, and has decided to detonate immediately to teach the opposite side a lesson!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hundreds of golden halos collapsed instantly, turning into a sky full of golden light.
The shattered spatial fragments, like the sharpest meat grinder, exploded with a roar amidst the corpse tide.
The surrounding Death soldiers couldn't even cry out as they fell down with thuds, just like harvesting wheat. On the surface, they looked fine, but the structures inside their bodies had long been ground into meat paste by the violent spatial power.
The reinforcements rushing out from the Bifrost Bridgesimply couldn't keep up with the speed at which the front row was dropping dead.
By the time the spatial storm subsided, Hela's face had turned green.
Her ace legion, accumulated over countless years, now only had a couple of stray cats and dogs left, standing in disarray in the wind. The ground was littered with scattered debris, and what was most fatal was that the corpses were completely polluted by spatial turbulence, making them unsavvable even with the divine power of Death.
Ever since she was born, she had never suffered such a huge loss!
Hela stared fixedly at Ryan, her gaze wishing she could skin him alive on the spot.
Ryan waved his hand with an innocent look: "Don't glare at me, these subordinates were killed by your own hands; it has nothing to do with me."
Hela was so angry that her chest heaved violently, swelling up a size larger.
She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing her rampaging temper.
"Good, very good."
"For hundreds of thousands of years, you are the first person to drive me to this extent. I quite appreciate you." Hela slowly spoke, "What a pity, no matter how talented a young man is, he is about to become a snack in my belly."
Before Ryan could figure out what the snack meant, a shadow blocking the sky suddenly projected from the Bifrost Bridge behind.
Even the incomparably sturdy bridge body couldn't bear the massive weight, emitting a painful creaking sound.
"Awooo—!"
A heaven-shaking wolf howl tore through the sky.
A towering giant wolf with green light in its eyes and black fur all over its body suddenly darted out of the Bifrost Bridge.
The giant wolf Fenrir!
An ancient fierce beast that could go toe-to-toe with Hulkand bite through Green Fatty's skin in one bite was finally released by Hela.
Ryan put away his smile, his expression finally becoming a bit more serious.
As for Loki kneeling in the ruins behind, he had long been scared limp in his legs, wishing he could immediately find a crack in the ground to crawl into and flee for his life!
According to legend.
The giant wolf Fenrir could swallow the Moon like a sweet dumpling in one bite.
Its combat power was terrifyingly fierce, and it could even eat the God King Odin as a snack.
Although Fenrir in the Marvel Universe wasn't as exaggeratedly blown up as in the myths.
It was still an unadulterated terrifying monster.
It was the tough character who first broke the defense of Green Fatty Hulk.
Moreover, this guy was frighteningly huge, standing dozens of meters tall.
Taking just a couple of casual steps made the ground rumble like an earthquake.
One could imagine.
How strong the sense of oppression was with this prehistoric fierce beast standing in front of him.
Ryan felt.
If he hadn't been blocking in front, Loki, this spineless double-crosser, would probably have greased the soles of his feet and slipped away long ago.
However, Ryan wasn't cowed at all.
Speaking of which, he had never had the chance to compare strength with Hulk.
Today was a good opportunity to use this giant wolf to practice and weigh its worth.
"Ding!"
"Your Yagami Ancient Martial Style has detected an ancient creature whose physical body has evolved to the limit."
"Your Yagami Ancient Martial Style smells the passionate scent of physical collision!"
"Your Yagami Ancient Martial Style is boiling with hot blood; strength, skill, and agility are maxed out in all aspects!"
Ryan's face darkened.
"I am a serious sorcerer!"
How could he go up and act as a melee brute like Hulk!
Even if he had to go up for hand-to-hand combat, he had to hang a bunch of supporting auras on himself first.
Ryan chanted spells rapidly in his mouth.
Dazzling golden light flashed on his body a few times in succession, and his entire body's muscles instantly expanded by a large circle.
Then he kicked his legs and rushed straight up.
Looking at Fenrir, who was like a small mountain, and then looking at Ryan, whose size was about the same as a flea, Loki in the back was completely dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on?
Had water gotten into Ryan's brain?
Could it be that all mages nowadays harbored a heart wanting to be berserkers?!
You, someone who plays with magic, actually wanted to go head-to-head with a giant wolf hundreds of times your size?
Wasn't this eagerly serving yourself as dog food?
Even the most extreme dog-loving person couldn't do such a crazy thing!
"Are you crazy?!"
"That's Fenrir, are you tired of living?!"
Loki shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ryan was his only lifesaving straw right now.
If Ryan was swallowed in one bite, he would be finished along with him.
Loki knew with his toes that even if he raised the white flag now, Hela would definitely not let him go.
Seeing Ryan go up to give a free kill, Loki was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.
"No, this powerful backer can't just be broken like this!"
Loki swung his hands abruptly.
Two signature small daggers slid into his palms.
He intended to use illusion magic to try and rescue Ryan.
As a result, just as he took half a step forward.
His entire person was like being hit by a body-immobilization spell, nailed firmly in place, his eyes staring wider than copper bells.
He saw the most absurd scene in his life.
He saw Ryan stamp his right foot on the ground.
The hard ground instantly stomped out a large pit, and Ryan, using the recoil force, catapulted into mid-air like a cannonball.
Pulling his right arm back, he punched straight toward Fenrir's forehead.
Loki was dumbstruck on the spot...
This person was definitely crazy!
As the saying goes, bronze head, iron bones, tofu waist.
The hardest part of a canine animal, besides its teeth, was its skull.
Ryan actually picked the hardest place to hit; if this wasn't lacking a brain stem, what was it!
However.
Loki simply didn't have time to voice a warning.
A jaw-dropping scene occurred.
Ryan's fist landed solidly on Fenrir's huge head.
Compared to Fenrir, Ryan's fist wasn't even as big as a soybean.
The disparity in strength had reached this extent.
Loki was already prepared to close his eyes, not wanting to see the tragic sight of Ryan being smashed into meat paste.
But!
The direction of events was completely reversed!
"Bang!"
A deafening muffled sound exploded.
The terrifying power directly compressed the air into a substantial, naked-eye-visible heat wave, roaring outward with Fenrir's head as the center.
Fenrir's huge head was like being hit by a meteorite.
Its thick limbs were instantly pressed into the ground by the pressure!
Rumble!
Following closely, its entire massive body was forcibly smashed into the rubble pit.
"Wuwu..."
Fenrir's weak whimpers came from the bottom of the pit.
Loki clenched two small knives in his hands, maintaining a rushing posture.
His jaw was wide open, almost dropping to the top of his feet.
His brain completely crashed!
This...
What kind of divine plot was this?
Why?
Why would a prehistoric fierce beast like Fenrir be knocked over with a single punch by a shriveled sorcerer like Ryan?
This was an ancient giant beast over a dozen meters tall and weighing dozens of tons!
Its volume was even more exaggerated than a train carriage.
A monster of this level.
Was actually one-shot by a single punch?
Was this fucking scientific?
Loki felt that his worldview was shattered all over the floor.
If Ryan had killed Fenrir using a forbidden spell, he could barely accept it.
magic was inherently a technical job of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.
Back in the day, relying on magic, he could even fool the God King Odin's brain a little bit.
Relying on destructive magic to use the small to defeat the big wasn't rare either.
The problem was.
Ryan hadn't used magic at all!
He purely relied on a pair of fists to brutally hammer this world-destroying giant wolf to the ground!
This unexceptional punch actually had a power even more absurd than Asgard's high-tier magic.
This guy.
What kind of monster wearing human skin was he anyway?