Three days later.
Thor and Loki returned.
Thor carried a massive flame crown on his back, which looked like a giant shield.
"Mother! Surtur's crown has been retrieved!"
Loki followed behind Thor, elegantly adjusting his cuffs, looking even more composed than Thor.
If Loki didn't focus his mind on hating Odin and chose to utilize his own wisdom and talent, he would actually be more suitable to become the God King of Asgard.
But there was no help for it; the last time Asgard was in chaos, he had completely lost the hearts of the people.
From now on, he was likely destined to only be an assistant minister to Thor.
After greeting his mother, Thor immediately gave Peter a bear hug, shouting loudly, ready to drink with Peter until they were both drunk.
But the entire Heavenly Palace suddenly shook violently.
Just as everyone present was wondering what was happening, a pitch-black crack appeared out of thin air in front of them.
The crack expanded silently, and a bone-chilling coldness spread from it.
Then, a pair of hands reached out from the crack. Long, pale, and painted with black nail polish.
These hands reached through the crack and tore it open with force.
The next second, a tall female figure walked out of the crack completely.
Long black hair, nearly grayish-white skin, and a pair of deep green eyes without any warmth. Her lips were thin, and the slightly upturned curve made it look like she was smiling, but there was not a hint of kindness in that smile.
Hela, the Goddess of Death, declared her resurrection.
Hela looked around, unable to help but greedily breathe in a mouthful of Asgard's air:
"Ah~ Asgard, I have missed you so much."
Her voice was very pleasant, carrying a lazy texture.
But at this moment, this voice made Frigga's family feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Thor tightened his grip on the Meow-Meow Hammer, Loki took two steps back, and Sif drew her long sword. Frigga stood at the very front, golden magic gathering in her hands.
Hela's gaze swept across everyone's face, finally fixing on Frigga.
"You are the woman my father married later?"
"Hela." Frigga's voice was steady, "You should be staying in Helheim."
"The person who personally locked me in is already dead, so who else can force me to stay in that dark and sunless World?" Hela shrugged lightly,
"Now... I have returned, to take back what belongs to me."
She said, slowly landing, two black blades suddenly appearing in her hands.
This sudden movement startled Thor.
He threw the Meow-Meow Hammer almost instinctively:
"I don't care who you are, but I, Thor Odinson, will never allow you to harm anyone in Asgard—"
His words came to an abrupt halt.
Because opposite him.
Hela, his nominal sister, just reached out her hand casually, causing the Meow-Meow Hammer to hover in mid-air.
She held the Meow-Meow Hammer with one hand, her expression lazy and playful:
"As my brother, it seems the old man protected you too well."
As she spoke, Hela's fingers gripping the Meow-Meow Hammer gradually applied force.
Under Thor's gaze, his pupils constricting, cracks appeared on the surface of the Meow-Meow Hammer.
"Crack."
Finally, fragments splattered everywhere.
The Meow-Meow Hammer was broken.
Before Thor could recover from the shock, Hela's other hand slapped his chest.
Thor's body flew backward, crashing through several walls of the great hall in succession.
Frigga pushed out a golden magic barrier with both hands, trying to stop Hela.
But she didn't even turn her head, stabbing out a black spike from her hand; this direct and violent strike pierced straight through the barrier and pinned into Frigga's shoulder.
The Queen groaned and knelt on one knee.
From the moment Hela appeared until now, it had not been more than ten seconds.
Thor was instantly defeated, Frigga was instantly defeated.
Loki held his artifact dagger, subconsciously wanting to step forward, but his body was trembling.
He was just a mage; it was impossible for him to be her opponent.
Hela also cooperatively ignored Loki directly.
She looked at Frigga lying in a pool of blood and Thor in the ruins, shaking her head lightly.
"Is that it?"
She took a step forward.
"Has Asgard actually become so vulnerable? It really makes me dis—"
"Hey."
An untimely voice interrupted her.
Hela turned her head.
Peter walked out from behind a pillar, still holding half an Asgardian apple in his hand.
"Thor, you're not holding up well. I thought you could at least last for more than a minute."
Hela looked in the direction of the voice, unable to help but size Peter up: "Who are you?"
"A passing Earthling."
"Midgardian?"
Hela let out a scoff:
"The dignified Asgard has actually fallen to the point of needing to seek help from Midgard? It really is... disgusting!"
As she spoke, she gripped the air toward the ground with her right hand.
The next second, in the square outside the great hall, countless graves cracked open, and rotting corpses crawled out from them. Black armor, broken weapons, green ghost fire burning in hollow eye sockets.
An undead army.
That wasn't all. At the end of the square, a massive black giant wolf crawled out from underground, spewing foul-smelling hot air from its mouth.
Fenris.
Thousands of undead warriors plus a giant wolf from mythology were Hela's only companions over the past thousand years.
"It seems Asgard needs a thorough cleansing!"
As she spoke, she was about to wave her hand to let her undead soldiers and the giant wolf Fenris wreak havoc and stretch their muscles.
But the next second, a large golden banner suddenly appeared in Peter's hand.
The flag moved without wind, and a pale golden light leaked from the banner's surface.
Wherever the light swept, those undead warriors had no room to resist, being sucked into the banner one by one.
They let out silent roars, their bodies turning into black smoke and being swept into the flag, disappearing completely.
Even that massive Fenris, under the shroud of the golden light, let out a painful howl, its four limbs bracing against the ground in a desperate struggle, but in the end, it was dragged, shrunk, and compressed by that force, and finally taken into the human emperor banner together.
It took only a few breaths.
The undead army in the square was cleared by Peter with one banner.
Silence.
The entire Asgard was ridiculously quiet at this moment.
Seeing this scene, the smile on Hela's face vanished instantly.
Her undead army was one of her greatest reliances.
Those soldiers followed her to conquer the Nine Realms, and even after death, they would respond to her summons. And now, these loyal warriors were all taken away by an unknown mortal using a flag.
What was even more unacceptable to her was that this damn Earthling had actually taken away her partner Fenris as well!
This undoubtedly touched her taboo!
"Midgardian... you deserve to die!"
Hela let out an angry roar, actually rushing toward Peter as if she had gone mad, two black blades popping out in her hands and stabbing straight toward Peter's heart!
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