The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 442 Migration (Happy New Year)

Heimdall's golden armor was now riddled with holes, the extent of damage was shocking. The broken pieces of armor, like the crumbling leaves on the branches in late autumn, hung sparsely on his scarred body.

His whole body was covered with hideous wounds of varying depths, as if he had been bitten madly by wild beasts. Blood oozed continuously from these wounds, flowing down his arms and thighs, dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, creating shocking blood flowers.

Despite the immense pain his body was suffering and his divine power almost exhausted from the intense battle, Heimdall's eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, revealing his determination to face death head-on.

He gripped the giant sword tightly with both hands, his joints turned white from the exertion, and his chest rose and fell violently with every breath, but even so, he did not flinch.

Facing Hela's terrifying attack like a storm, he gritted his teeth again and again, using all his strength to resist with the weapon in his hand.

Every time he resisted, the enormous impact made his arms numb, his bones seemed to fall apart, and his internal organs felt like they were being hit hard by a sledgehammer, causing him to feel as uncomfortable as if the sea was turning upside down. However, he relied on his tenacious will to withstand it time and time again, stubbornly helping the gods to restrain Hela.

However, this confrontation with such a huge disparity in power took too much of a toll on Heimdall. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his steps began to become weak. It was obvious that he could not hold on for much longer.

At this desperate moment, another god fell under Hela's sharp sword. The desperate and shrill cry pierced the sky, as if it was a tragic elegy for Asgard, making everyone present feel a chill to the bones.

Just when everyone was in despair, a bolt of lightning, carrying a devastating force capable of destroying the world, shot towards Hela at lightning speed, like a whip of anger from the sky.

Wherever the thunder passed, the air was instantly ignited, making a "sizzling" sound.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield as bright as day.

The lightning bolt was extremely powerful and hit Hela directly. The powerful impact knocked her away. Her body drew a long arc uncontrollably in mid-air, like a falling meteor, and fell heavily to the ground in the distance, splashing a cloud of dust.

Heimdall finally got a chance to catch his breath, but he couldn't hold on any longer. He bent down, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped for breath.

"retreat!"

Frigga gave the order.

"Humph."

Hela quickly stood up from the ground, dusted herself off, her eyes burning with rage.

She snorted coldly, her murderous intent overflowing, and she chased after the retreating people without hesitation.

But just as she took a step forward, another bolt of lightning, like a sword of divine punishment falling from the sky, struck Hila with incredible precision.

The power of this thunder was equally strong. Although Hela was not injured due to her own strong strength, the huge impact force made her body freeze in place, unable to move at all.

"Damn it!"

Hela cursed angrily in her heart, her sharp nails almost digging into her palms.

She recognized at a glance that these two bolts of lightning were clearly Odin's masterpiece.

"Even after death, you will still give me trouble."

Her face was filled with anger and unwillingness, and her distorted face was like a demon from hell.

Of course, Odin's backup plan doesn't stop there.

Frigga looked solemn, her brows furrowed, and she quickly and decisively took off her Destroyer armor.

Then, she injected the last of Odin's thunder into it.

This thunder contains Odin's original power.

The moment the lightning infused the armor, a strange light erupted, and the armor transformed into the appearance of Odin. That familiar tall figure and majestic demeanor made it seem as if Odin had truly traveled through time and space to descend upon this battlefield once again. Frigga's eyes flickered with reluctance.

She solemnly handed the scepter in her hand, which symbolized power and protection, to the armor.

The Destroyer grasped the scepter, and his body was instantly surrounded by thunder. The dancing lightning was like a dancing dragon, rushing towards Hela with great momentum.

"Get out of here, you piece of junk!"

Hela shouted loudly, her voice filled with anger and disdain.

But when she actually fought against the Destroyer, she was surprised to find that the power he unleashed was beyond her imagination.

With the power of Odin, the Destroyer held Hela tightly, preventing her from escaping and chasing the retreating people.

Taking advantage of this precious opportunity, the gods of Asgard did not dare to delay for a moment. They supported their injured companions and quickly evacuated to Weiss's world.

Just ten seconds later, Hela finally unleashed all her strength. A black energy vortex surged around her body, which was the embodiment of the power of death.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the Destroyer Armor gradually couldn't bear the weight and was torn into pieces by Hela, with parts flying everywhere.

At this moment, Hela was extremely angry. Her chest heaved violently and her eyes were red.

She had fought and died for Asgard, winning glory for the land in countless battles.

But her father chose to seal her away, and her people abandoned her.

The anger of betrayal burned in her heart, and she secretly vowed to start an unprecedented war, an expedition across the stars and the sea.

She wants to conquer everything and make all those who have betrayed her tremble at her feet and pay the most painful price.

In Weiss's world, in the middle of a peaceful and tranquil ocean, a lush green island was specially opened up as a temporary settlement for the Asgardians.

Many Asgardians left their homeland for the first time in their lives and set foot on this strange land.

They stood on the beach, looking at the rough sea in the distance, their eyes full of confusion and loss.

Their hometown, the legendary Asgard, is now shrouded in the shadow of Hela, and this departure may very well be a farewell forever.

Thinking of this, many people's eyes turned red, tears welled up in their eyes, and finally couldn't help but fall silently.

In their hearts, they are both reluctant to leave their hometown and worried about the future.

There were also many injured soldiers and gods among the crowd.

The soldiers' armor was badly damaged, with shocking wounds exposed and blood staining their clothes red.

Although the gods were powerful, they also suffered heavy losses in the battle with Hela.

They lay pale and weak in the makeshift tent, waiting for treatment.

Fortunately, it is safe for the time being.

People can temporarily put aside their fears and worries.

Some Asgardians began to get busy. They built simple shelters and looked for edible food and clean water.

(End of this chapter)