The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 439 Migration Plan (Happy New Year to Everyone!)
"The God King..." Weiss took a deep breath and slowly conveyed Odin's last words.

Every word seemed to carry a heavy weight. When these words reached Frigga's ears, she could no longer suppress the grief in her heart and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the stone slabs at her feet.

Weiss retreated silently.

As soon as I reached the door, I ran into Sif.

Sif was dressed in military uniform and had a stern look on her face.

"Let's go."

She simply said two words, then turned and walked forward, keeping a serious face all the way.

The atmosphere of silence followed like a shadow, and Sif brought Weiss to Odin's treasure house.

Everything in the treasure house is guarded by mysterious runes, but with the key in Wes's hand, they can pass through unimpeded.

When Weiss opened the door to the treasury and prepared to go in, Sif suddenly asked softly, "Is the God King going to fall?"

Although her voice was calm, there was a hint of uneasiness in it.

Weiss nodded slightly and said solemnly, "He has made the best arrangements."

Sif's body trembled slightly when she heard this. She turned around quickly, not wanting to expose her weak side in front of Weiss.

The door of the treasure house slowly closed, isolating it from the outside.

Odin's treasury is indeed worthy of its reputation. It contains everything, and all the rare treasures from the nine realms are gathered here.

Here are magical gems emitting mysterious light, artifacts engraved with ancient runes, and rare items from various mysterious places.

Weiss was not as picky as Hela. Like a hardworking ant, he began to move all the things into his own wizard tower in an orderly manner.

If these treasures were left here, they would eventually disappear with the destruction of Asgard, so it would be better to save them for myself.

After emptying the treasury, Weiss had just stepped out of the treasury door when a soldier hurried over and stopped him.

"Mr. Erwin, the Queen invites you."

The soldier said respectfully.

Weiss followed the soldiers to the hall, and before he got close, he heard the gods arguing.

"There are no cowards in Asgard!" The voice of the God of War Tyr was as loud as a bell, full of fighting spirit.

This is the order of the God King." Another god tried to dissuade him.

"Even if I die, I want to die in Asgard." Vansetti, the god of truth and justice, also shouted excitedly.

"That's right..." Bragi, the god of poetry, also agreed.

All the important people in Asgard gathered together, and the moment Weiss stepped into the meeting hall, the eyes of all the gods fell on him.

West was calm and composed, without any discomfort.

Frigga couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Weiss coming.

It turns out that the reason for the dispute among the gods was how to deal with Hela.

Hela's existence has always been a taboo in Asgard, and her past was erased by Odin. But now, Hela is about to escape, and this news has caused huge disagreements among the gods.

Some gods advocated for immediate evacuation, as they were well aware of Hela's power and cruelty.
Another group of gods insisted on fighting a vigorous battle. Most of these gods were born after Hela was sealed, and they had never witnessed Hela's terrifying power.

The veteran gods, especially those who had followed Odin and Hela into battle, knew that half of Asgard's current reputation was due to Hela's past bloody battles.

Both sides insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in, arguing fiercely.

"Quiet!!"

Frigga, sitting on the throne, finally spoke. Although her voice was not as loud as Tyr's, it carried an innate majesty that instantly silenced the entire meeting hall... "Evacuate the civilians. Make sure everyone is safely evacuated!"

Frigga's voice echoed in the meeting room, firm and powerful, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

She stood before the throne, her posture erect, Odin's scepter tightly grasped in her hand.

The top of the scepter is inlaid with a mysterious gem, emitting a faint light, as if telling the glory and heritage of Asgard.

As she finished her words, detailed and thorough orders came down like snowflakes.

The heralds acted quickly, their steps hurried, their expressions nervous but with a sense of mission.

They ran through the streets and alleys of Asgard, conveying the queen's orders to every soldier and official.

The soldiers immediately set out in formation, wearing shining armor and holding weapons, heading to various areas in an orderly manner.

Some went to residential areas, knocking on doors from house to house, waking up sleeping residents and guiding them to evacuate in an orderly manner;

Some went to the commercial district and organized merchants to pack up important supplies and prepare to move together.

In Asgard, Frigga is a highly respected queen.

She not only possesses a noble status, but also has admirable wisdom and a kind heart.

At this moment, she held Odin's scepter, and the scepter was like an extension of Odin's will.

In the minds of the Asgardians, her orders were equivalent to Odin's orders, and no one dared to disobey.

Under the command of the soldiers, although the people were filled with fear and anxiety, they still moved in an orderly manner and began this large-scale evacuation operation.

After the gods dispersed, the noise in the meeting hall gradually subsided, leaving only silence.

Frigga sat wearily on the throne, her eyes revealing deep worry and exhaustion.

In the past few days, in order to deal with the impending crisis, she worked day and night and hardly slept a wink.

At this moment, her shoulders drooped slightly, and her whole body seemed to have lost all its strength.

"queen?"

Weiss said softly. He stood aside and looked at Frigga's haggard appearance, and a trace of sympathy surged in his heart.

He really didn't understand why Frigga asked him to come over. After all, he was just an outsider. Although he had some interactions with Asgard, at this critical moment, he didn't know how he could help.

"I need your help." Frigga raised her head and looked at Weiss, her eyes full of expectation.

"We must quickly decide where to relocate Asgard. Odin's plan is Earth, but I want to hear your opinion. Is there any place on Earth that would be suitable for us now?"

Weiss frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
In the current state of the earth, human society is highly developed and the land has been almost fully developed.

The migration of the entire Asgard population to Earth will undoubtedly trigger a series of complex problems.

Although the earth is vast, it is not easy to find a suitable place.

Moreover, the average lifespan of Asgardians is too long, which is a huge difference from that of Earthlings. Can Earthlings really accept the arrival of Asgard?

They may become wary and fearful of Asgard, which could lead to unnecessary conflict.

Weiss expressed his concerns one by one.

After hearing this, Frigga was silent for a long time.

She sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "It seems that now we can only take it one step at a time. We don't have much time or choice. We can only do our best to deal with whatever comes next."

She looked into the distance, as if she had already seen the unknown and difficult journey ahead for Asgard.

(End of this chapter)