Hela frowned when she saw all this... The bare ground and bright light did not conform to Hela's aesthetics. She liked corpses, blood everywhere, and the wailing before death. That was her

My favorite, everything in front of me is meaningless.

Death shouldn't be such a boring thing.

She raised her head and looked in the direction of Star-Lord and the others, intending to teach these sycophants a lesson. In the palace, clowns who couldn't amuse the monarch were not qualified to live. But then she realized that they didn't know what they were doing.

trace.

"Ran?"

Hela quickly withdrew her gaze. In fact, the life and death of the insect was not in Hela's thoughts because it was of no value.

After all, death will always come, sooner or later. Let them go first.

Hela focused her attention on the confused giant below.

The performance just now ruined her mood, which made her very unhappy. She needed wails and blood to coax herself.

After all, women should treat themselves better.

Find yourself some fun in life.

Heinir's true form is a very handsome giant. He is very tall, at least much taller than Poseidon Niord, who is more than three meters tall. Although he is strong and tall, he does not look aggressive.

He has blond hair and a handsome face with soft lines, which makes him look gentle and even a little weak.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for someone with such a body to have such a weak face, but this inconsistent combination happened to appear on him.

Heinir sadly looked at the swamp that was bombed to the ground and cried sadly.

It's the kind of crying that is hearty and unabashed, just like a kindergarten child who cries when he is sad without any cover-up.

But whether in Vanaheim or Asgard, tears are regarded as a symbol of weakness and will never be praised.

But the next second, the cry was interrupted.

A long black sword pierced into his shoulder.

Heinir's cry stopped, and then he looked at the sword stupidly.

Then his expression changed from sadness to horror!

"I like your cry very much! You can cry a little sadder! That way, I will be happier!"

Hela slowly fell from the air in front of Heinir, and a dark long sword appeared in her hand again.

That is Hela's signature weapon - the Sword of the Night Sky.

This weapon is actually the collective name for Hela's abilities. She can shoot black swords at will. These swords are called the Swords of the Night Sky.

Heinir obviously recognized the sword.

"It's you...it's you...that terrible monster!"

Heinier said inarticulately.

"It's so rude, you are really an idiot!" Hela obviously didn't like this comment. In her opinion, she should be a god who is worshiped and loved by the whole universe!

After all, no one can escape death!

All people will come under her rule and all people will be her subjects.

As a people, you naturally want to worship and love your monarch!

"ah!

Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Seeing the change in Hela's eyes, Heinir immediately begged for mercy.

Without the cover of the swamp mud, he fell into extreme panic.

Then waves of psychic blasts were thrown at Hela indiscriminately.

Blood suddenly flowed out of Hela's nose. It seemed that Heinir's psychic ability was not useless to Hela.

"Weak attacks, real warriors should face each other and decide the outcome with sharp blades and blood!"

Hela waved her hand, and dozens of sharp swords appeared beside her out of thin air, and slowly rotated around her, with all the blades pointed at Heinir!

"No! No! Go away! Go away! Don't come near me!

"

Heinel began to run away.

But a sharp sword had already been shot at him with a sonic boom!

Those sharp swords shot through Heinir's body and penetrated deeply into the exposed rock layer.

Heinir seemed to feel nothing at all. Regardless of the blood spurting out of his body, he still ran towards the depths of the swamp, where he could feel a sense of security!

"Ha ha ha ha!

Run! Run!"
Chapter completed!