The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 440 Hela (Wishing you all good luck)

After Weiss emptied Odin's treasure house, he did not just leave.

Asgard is now facing a dilemma. During the great migration, there are simply not enough spaceships, and many large objects of Asgard cannot be loaded.

Wes had a world of his own, and that was the turning point.

Some of Asgard's civilians entered Weiss's world with all their property.

This move not only greatly accelerated the speed of migration, but also made the relatively turbulent universe safer in Weiss's world.

However, the Asgardian army did not choose to retreat.

They were dressed in heavy armor, holding weapons, and their eyes remained determined.

The gods also did not leave. They looked solemn and waited quietly.

Heimdall has been keeping a close eye on Odin's situation through his magical all-seeing eyes.

He saw the conversation between Odin, Thor, and Loki, father and son.

Odin's eyes were filled with fatigue and reluctance as he gave his final words to his two sons.

However, the peace did not last long, and Hela escaped.

"Heimdall!!"

Accompanied by Thor's shout.

Heimdall saw Hela easily crush Thor's hammer, which was a symbol of strength and justice, but in Hela's hands it was like a fragile toy.

The situation suddenly became critical, and Heimdall hurriedly lowered the Rainbow Bridge.

In the brilliant light, Thor, Loki and Hela engaged in a fierce battle in the space channel.

Due to the huge disparity in strength, Thor and Loki were eventually ruthlessly thrown into the space turbulence by Hela.

Immediately afterwards, Hela crossed the Rainbow Bridge and landed on the land of Asgard.

Her appearance made the air around her freeze.

As soon as she appeared, "whoosh" a sharp arrow shot towards her like lightning.

The God of Hunting - Ullr took action. His archery skills were superb and this arrow contained great power.

But Hela just raised her hand slightly and easily crushed the sharp arrow.

"It seems everyone is here." Hela's eyes swept across the crowd, finally landing on Frigga, who was wearing the Armor of Destruction. A sneer curled her lips. "You are his second wife. I guess he never mentioned the good things he did."

Her voice was filled with venom and sarcasm.

"Odin has always regretted..."

Frigga tried to explain, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in her eyes.

However, Hela interrupted her rudely, saying in a cold tone, "Submit or die."

There was no room for negotiation in the words.

As soon as he finished speaking, Vansetti's eyes widened with anger, he raised his sword, shouted, and stabbed at Hela.

Seeing this, the other gods also brandished various weapons and attacked Hela like a tide.

Hela stood there, motionless, and the attacks around her were just a breeze to her.

With a disdainful smile on her face, she allowed the attacks of the gods to fall on her.

As expected, the attacks of the gods were unable to break through her defense.

Those powerful weapons hit Hela, but only produced some faint sparks before bouncing away weakly.

"It's my turn."

Hela said coldly, and a pair of daggers appeared in her hands, the swords flashing with strange light.

She flashed and moved among the gods like a ghost.
In just a few breaths, she easily cut off the weapons of the gods one by one.

Along with the crisp sound of breaking, the faces of the gods became extremely ugly.

"Get out!"

Frigga shouted, her voice filled with undeniable authority. She took a single step forward, standing face to face with Hela. Now clad in Destroyer armor, she appeared slightly fatigued, but her eyes shone with determination and fearlessness.

"interesting."

The corners of Hela's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes.

Before she finished speaking, her body was as fast as lightning, and both swords came out, turning into cold lights and attacking Frigga swiftly.

Her speed was so fast that people could hardly see the trajectory of the sword, and could only feel the cold light flashing before their eyes.

Frigga tried her best to fight back, hastily wielding the weapon in her hand, but she could only parry.

Every time Hela's sword struck the Destroyer's armor, dazzling sparks flew, and cracks gradually appeared on the hard armor, as if telling of the tremendous pressure its owner was under.

"If it was Odin himself, he might be able to fight me for a few moves. You are too weak."

Hela taunted as she attacked. Then, she exerted her strength and struck again, this time with such force that it sent Frigga flying.

Frigga's body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"queen!"

Seeing this, the soldiers cried out in alarm and rushed forward anxiously to help Frigga up. Although Frigga was seriously injured, she endured the pain and shouted with a determined look in her eyes, "Form a formation!!"

"Boom, boom..."

The soldiers were well-trained and quickly and neatly formed into square formations, trapping Hela.

Their movements were in perfect unison, like a closely coordinated steel behemoth.

"shoot!!"

Following the commander's order, countless arrows shot towards Hela like raindrops.

The sky was instantly covered by dense arrows, making a whistling sound.

Hela was not afraid at all. She calmly twirled the dagger in her hand with smooth movements.

The dagger seemed to have life in her hands, and every swing accurately cut off the flying arrows.

For a moment, arrows were flying in the air, but tens of thousands of arrows did not hurt Hela at all.

"Enter!!"

The commander gave the order again, and those tall and mighty soldiers, holding shields thicker than door panels, approached Hela steadily step by step.

The shields were arranged closely, with almost no gaps, and between the gaps between the shields, sharp spears were exposed, flashing with a cold light.

"It looks good but it doesn't work."

Hela said disdainfully as she looked at the approaching phalanx.

In her eyes, this seemingly well-trained Ace Army was nothing more than a mob that could not pose any real threat to her.

Hela held the sword in one hand, the tip of the sword pointed at the shield-holding soldier. A faint sneer hung on her face, and she spoke slowly, "Are you ready?"

Her voice echoed across the battlefield, sending a shiver through the hearts of every soldier who heard it.

The soldiers swallowed nervously, their Adam's apples rolling up and down, making dry sounds.

Sweat streamed down their foreheads and dripped onto the ground beneath their feet. Their hands tightly gripped their shields and spears, veins bulging on the backs of their hands and their knuckles turning white from the exertion.

But fear did not make them retreat. At the commander's roar of "Charge!"

They shouted in unison, mustered all their courage, and rushed towards Hela.

The orderly footsteps made the ground tremble slightly. Their shouts were filled with the determination to face death, and they wanted to defend the dignity of Asgard with their own strength.

"So cute."

Hela's lips curled up, and a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes.

She strode forward to meet the charging soldiers.

One person launched the charge alone.

(End of this chapter)