The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 441 Kill Through (Happy New Year)

Hela moved among the soldiers like a ghost, easily piercing the entire formation.

There was no suspense in this battle from the very beginning, it was a one-sided massacre.

The sword in her hand seemed to be endowed with endless magic power. With a casual swing, a flash of cold light could take the lives of several soldiers.

Those originally hard armors and thick shields became as fragile as a layer of thin paper under Hela's attack and could not provide any blocking effect at all.

In just a few seconds, the battlefield was littered with corpses.

The blood flowed and gathered into a dark red stream, winding across the land of Asgard.

Hundreds of Asgard soldiers lost their precious lives in just a moment.

Hela stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, without even a drop of blood on her body. Her hair was flying in disarray, and the sword in her hand was still dripping with blood, which fell to the ground drop by drop, making a dull sound.

Her eyes were cold and crazy, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, emitting a chilling aura.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned by this scene, their legs trembling constantly and their weapons slipping from their hands out of fear.

No one dared to get any closer. Hela's power was beyond their comprehension. At this moment, the shadow of death enveloped everyone, and fear completely submerged them like a tide.

"I smell fear in you."

Hela walked slowly towards the soldiers with an elegant yet oppressive pace.

Every step she took seemed to step on everyone's heart, making everyone's heart tremble violently.

The soldiers were forced to retreat again and again by this powerful sense of oppression, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.

They held their weapons tightly, but seemed to have lost the courage to fight.

"That's all you're capable of. You can't even get me to warm up.

"Hela smiled contemptuously, and that smile was like a sharp blade, cutting through the soldiers' remaining dignity.

Finally, one soldier could no longer bear such an insult. He roared and rushed towards Hela desperately, trying to prove the bravery of the Asgard warriors with his actions.

However, just in the next second, with a flash of cold light, the soldier's head flew high into the air, and hot blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain.

His body was still in a charging posture, but he had lost all life and fell heavily to the ground.

At this critical moment, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

Heimdall was seen holding a huge sword in both hands, falling from the sky like a meteor, with an indomitable momentum, and slashing at Hela with a fierce sword.

This sword contained all of Heimdall's power. A hissing sound could be heard in the air as it was torn apart by this force.

Hila's expression remained unchanged. She stretched out one hand and steadily caught the devastating blow.

There was a loud "bang" and the ground sank instantly. Spider-web-like cracks appeared with Hela as the center.

"Good strength."

The corners of Hela's mouth curled up slightly, and she even had the leisure to give a compliment.

At this moment, she caught a glimpse of coldness out of the corner of her eye.

Almost instinctively, she tilted her head slightly and narrowly avoided the attack.

It turned out to be Sif. She took advantage of the stalemate between Hela and Heimdall and stabbed out with a sword swiftly.

Unfortunately, Hela dodged this carefully prepared fatal blow.

"Beauty, you are too slow." After Hela easily dodged the attack, she even had the energy to tease Sif.

At this time, Heimdall was using all his strength to push down, trying to break through Hela's defense.

But Hela's right hand was like a towering mountain, incredibly stable and motionless.

Hela curled up the corner of her mouth in a sneer, and with a slight force of her right arm, she threw Heimdall far away as if throwing a feather.

Heimdall rolled rapidly in the air, his face pale. Relying on his years of combat experience, he desperately adjusted his posture in the air, trying to absorb the powerful impact.

After a lot of effort, he landed steadily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and then he was able to stand firmly.

When he stood up, he found that the gods had stood beside him without him knowing when, with firm eyes and no fear in their eyes.

They knew very well how powerful Hela was, but no one backed down, because they were the gods of Asgard, and it was their mission to protect this land and its people.

"For Asgard!"

The God of War Tyr roared first, his voice resounding like a bell, as if to convey the fighting spirit and determination in his heart to everyone.

"For the honor of the Northern God!!"

The other gods also responded, and their voices gathered together, like rolling thunder, shaking the surrounding air.
Holding their weapons, they charged towards Hela without hesitation.

At this time, Frigga endured the pain, stood on the high ground, and loudly commanded the soldiers and the remaining civilians to retreat quickly.
Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was still firm and powerful. Every word seemed to inject a shot of adrenaline into the panicked crowd.
The soldiers supported their injured comrades and guided the civilians towards safety.

Weiss also quickly opened the world channel on the side.

"I didn't say you could escape."

Hela's expression instantly turned gloomy, and her eyes revealed endless murderous intent.

She was serious. After all, her title was the Goddess of Death, and she was good at using the law of death to take other people's lives.

A strange black light surrounded her body, and countless wronged souls could be heard howling in the light, as if expressing their fear of death.

The two swords in her hands also became darker, and strands of the power of death surrounded the swords, as if they could drag all things in the world into the endless dark abyss.

Hela moves freely among the gods.

In just one encounter, the two swords in her hands flashed like black lightning. Several gods were unable to dodge and were beheaded in an instant.

The hot blood gushed out and spilled onto the land of Asgard, dyeing this once glorious land blood red.

Faced with Hela's terrifying strength, no god could last three rounds against her.

In every confrontation, the gods’ all-out attacks seemed like child’s play to Hela, who easily resolved them and launched a fierce counterattack.

“Hurry, hurry!”

Frigga was extremely anxious, she had never been so anxious before.

Her eyes were fixed on the retreating team, full of worry and anxiety.

She kept waving the scepter in her hand and shouting loudly, trying to make her voice carry farther and urging everyone to speed up.

At her urging, the retreating people walked in a hurry with panicked looks.

The last civilian left Asgard.

At that moment, Frigga's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but she knew that the crisis was far from over.

(End of this chapter)