She is no longer angry.

"Very good, very good. It seems that Asgard is not hopeless and they still deserve to be ruled by me."

Hela's mood changed a little quickly, and Amora didn't keep up.

But she didn't dare ask.

In fact, Hela was only angry because she felt that these idiots had not completed the tasks assigned to them. As for their life and death... Hela had never cared about it. In fact, after getting rid of Odin, even if these scum were still alive, she would

Will send them to death.

She would not allow these lowly, miserable creatures to survive after setting foot in her country.

They deserve to die!

Even if she actually led them into Asgard, she deserves to die.

Their value is to help them regain the throne. After that, they are worthless.

Since it’s worthless… don’t kill it… keep it for the New Year?

But so far, their value is really just that.

Anyway, if it doesn't work, she will do it by herself.

This was what she originally planned.

"Let's go!" Hela said, and then left with Amora.

Amora turned to look at a group of chess pieces with dull faces and blurred eyes, and said: "Secure this place and don't let Asgard's reinforcements come back!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

So does Skorchi.

He is waiting for the terrible women of these two countries to leave.

…

"For Asgard! For Odin!!!!!"

Heimdall stood at the forefront, constantly fighting against the oncoming enemies. Under his feet, corpses were already covered, and even piled up into a hill.

He stood at the forefront of the defense line, constantly rushing left and right to stabilize the defense line, allowing the civilians in the city to take refuge and organize manpower to join the battle.

At least he's done well so far, holding back most of the enemies.

"You are very good, Heimdall."

At this moment, a voice that was unforgettable to Heimdall sounded.

He raised his head and saw Hela floating not far above his head.

"I've heard of you, the guardian of Asgard." Hela looked at Heimdall with interest: "Although I don't like Vanaheim's weakness, I have to admit that among the people of Vanaheim,

There are real warriors.”

Strictly speaking, Heimdall and Hela are two generations.

When Heimdall was born, Hela was already fighting in all directions.

When Hela set foot on the land of Vanaheim, Heimdall had just learned how to use a sword, but Heimdall would never forget this woman. He saw with his own eyes Hela alone on the wall of Vanaheim.

, slaughtering all the warriors on an entire section of the city wall.

Tyr and Niord teamed up to drive her off the walls of Ship City.

"Submit to me, Heimdall, and I will grant you the true glory of the Asgardians! Your future should not be limited to the Rainbow Bridge by Odin. You should have a broader future. You will become the best.

General, go and expand your territory in the universe! Your ability should not be used as a watchdog!"

Hela has always attached great importance to Asgard's intelligence.

She will definitely try her best to get information about the people she needs to pay attention to.

Heimdall is the new god who emerged after Hela was sealed.

As a Vanaheimer, he was able to awaken his divine power in Asgard and become the guardian of Asgard.

He is qualified to be Hela's minion. At least in Hela's view, this is a rare gift.

"Hela! You shouldn't come back... You are a symbol of disaster. Look what you have done to this country!" Heimdall did not feel anything worthy of honor. After all, Hela is a madman, and even

Even if Loki becomes the King of Asgard, he will be ten thousand times more powerful than this madman!

At least Loki never wanted to destroy Asgard!

The most this little bastard did was let two frost giant bastards come in to cause trouble, and they were stabbed in the back by him.

"Stupid choice!"

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Hela's mouth.

She knew that this would happen. After all, Asgard was not a nation that was good at adapting. Stubbornness, martial arts, and bravery were the characteristics of Asgardians.

However, this is okay. After all, killing him will still satisfy Hela.

…

"Why haven't we taken action yet?" In a corner of Asgard, Ebony Maw was quietly hidden in the darkness.

Next to him, there was a huge mask.

That is Surtur's crown, his true form.

"Not yet, Odin hasn't come out of his lair yet, and you don't want to run into that old friend before you get the eternal fire, right?"

The ebony throat is like a poisonous snake lying in wait in the grass.

He deceived everyone and came to Asgard quietly, waiting for the best opportunity to deliver the fatal blow!

"My Lord Surtur. Patience is a rare quality. I think you don't lack this little time."

Ebony Throat looked at the motionless palace with dim eyes.

He didn't believe Odin could endure it any longer.

As he said, patience is a rare quality.
Chapter completed!