Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 109: Talk about borrowing, how vulgar, I'll give it to you!
She stopped pretending, she showed her cards.

It seemed as if all of Hela's politeness and patience were just for the purpose of venting explosively at this moment.

Ximir stood there frozen as if struck by lightning, his green eyes filled with shock and fear.

Originally, when Shimir's mother rushed forward to attack, he, as her son, should have picked up his weapons and followed.

However, Hela only stared at him once and he changed his mind: Hela's corpse eyes clearly said with disdain - either surrender or die with your mother!
This was not just Hela's intention. On the other side, Hrungnir, the strongest giant on the surface, was carrying a huge metal battle axe and looking at his compatriots with interest. He hoped that Hymir would take action, so that he could make some small contributions among the Aesir.

The scene was so outrageous that Shimir was so frightened that he not only stood there like a log, but he even instinctively opened his arms to stop his giants, who had weak fighting power, as well as his beautiful wife and daughters, and watched his ferocious monster mother rushing forward.

To be honest, a monster giant whose size is comparable to the original giant Ymir, but whose appearance is even more terrifying, normally anyone would be scared.

In terms of combat power alone, perhaps she is on the same level as Ymir.

Alas, times have changed!
Her opponent is no longer the primitive Aesir god who ate raw meat and drank blood, but a genuine god of death who possesses the power of a world.

As she flipped her hand, a long sword that seemed to be burning with green flames suddenly appeared in the center of their vision.

[Sword of Helheim] appears!
The gray deathly aura instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. In this turbulent gray-black light, a layer of death flames seemed to burn on the long skirt of the Aesir goddess of death. The flames flashed away, and over her beautiful dress she was wearing a black armor that emitted a strange glow.

The next moment, Hela raised the Sword of Death and pointed it in the direction of the 900 giant monsters. A cold death tornado immediately swept towards the old witch.

The two sides were still 500 meters apart, and Shimir had already heard his monster mother let out a terrible scream.

For this old witch, no matter which element is earth, water, fire or wind, the chaotic power in her body can effectively reduce the damage.

However, Hela used soul elements, and when the power of [Death] caused damage, it did not distinguish between order and chaos.

In a sense, [Death] is equivalent to real damage.

As soon as the heads in the front on the old witch's big belly came into contact with the deathly energy of the Sword of Helheim, the blood and flesh on the heads were immediately drained away.

The skin was dry and cracked, the muscles were stiff, the brains were dried up, and even the eyeballs of those heads had shrunk.

"What is this?!" The old witch stopped as if she had been electrocuted and tried to step back to avoid it, but it was too late.

There were more than a hundred heads and half bodies on her belly, all of which were withered and bare.

The breath of death continued to spread over her.

"Ah! Ah-ah-you monster, what have you done to me?" screamed the old witch.

"Monster?" This name undoubtedly touched Hela's reverse scale. She sent out a divine thought, and the hellhound Garm under her immediately pounced on the old witch with lightning speed, knocking her to the ground, with a pair of sharp claws still pressing down on her arms.

Hela jumped lightly onto the largest giant head at the top of the old witch's body and struck it with a sword.

"Bah!"

The two-meter-long sword suddenly turned into a translucent virtual body and pierced into the old witch's eyebrows without any hindrance.

In a physical sense, the sword did not penetrate.

On the soul level, this sword is the end!
Hela clearly felt that what she subdued was not a huge soul, but a collection of evil thoughts that was a mixture of countless souls.

The next second, countless chaotic forces began to disintegrate and shot out from the old witch's body.

Before the chaotic forces could spread, the power of death representing order gathered them all and began to purify them in another form.

The old witch's body began to shrink, but not too much. When it shrunk to a height of about 80 meters, her body was fixed. "From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes! From Hades to Hades!" Hela turned back into the sweet-looking young goddess and smiled: "Okay, you will be my subordinate from now on - Simira!"

Hela called out the name of the soul with the strongest will among the 900 souls.

From this moment on, there is a new powerful fighter in the underworld.

Over there, the giant Himil was stunned.

Mom rushed forward and Hela was killed in seconds.

Everything happened so fast that before Shimir could even think about regretting it, his monster mother died.

This scene left the Shimier family stunned.

Before they could react, Hela came over riding a giant hellhound that was taller than the Himil people.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" The hellhound bared its teeth and let out a threatening growl. Just from this warning sound, the Shimir family felt as if there were continuous low thunder sounds ringing in their ears.

Hela stood on the dog's back, looking down at these large lambs waiting to be slaughtered. "Surrender, or die? Oh, I forgot, you still have to surrender after you die. All the dead in this world are under my control."

"Surrender... No, no, no, we didn't do anything at all. We are willing to join the Aesir!" The giant with a ferocious look defended cunningly.

To be honest, Hela actually wanted to kill these ten or so giants.

She could just insist that Shimir's mother was in cahoots with him and silence her.

At this moment, Hela suddenly remembered what her father Loki said, 'No need to fight, just get the pot.'

Hela suddenly shuddered.

She didn't know why Loki said this to her. She only knew that her father had really put a lot of effort into keeping her and Jörmungandr alive.

Whether out of filial piety or approval, Hela finally nodded to Himir: "As for the matter of borrowing the pot..."

Seeing that he had escaped, Ximier made a decisive decision: "Lend it to me! I will definitely lend it to you."

His wife He Er, or Xiao He, quickly held her husband down and said, "Hey! It's not that shabby. I'll give it to His Majesty the Divine King as a gift."

“I’m so sorry.” Hela said modestly.

"It's okay. It's my duty. It's my duty." The giantess smiled.

Ximier was nervous: "If we send a pot, what will we use to cook the meat?"

Xiao He pulled her husband and whispered at 80 decibels: "Isn't your mother dead? Take her thing!"

So, in exchange for losing the monster mother, and investing in the Aesir, it is really hard to tell whether the Himil family made a profit or a loss.

Anyway, Hela got the blame beautifully.

In less than an hour, Hela returned with the pot, and it didn't cause much killing.

This result surprised Towns, who could only sigh that the girl had been ravaged too much by him and was now in a mess.

(End of this chapter)