The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 450 Flame
Hela was dizzy from Thor's fierce attack. For a moment, her brain seemed to be in chaos, and all her thoughts were scattered by this sudden attack.

She only felt stars in front of her eyes, and her ears were filled with the whistling sound of her fists hitting the air and her own rapid breathing.

Out of the most instinctive defensive reaction, she quickly crossed her arms and covered her head tightly, trying to find a chance to breathe under this fierce attack.

Thor's fists fell like raindrops with overwhelming force, and each blow contained the tremendous power of the laws of light and lightning.

The moment his fist collided with Hela's arms, a brilliant fireworks show seemed to be ignited in the air.

The deafening sound was like the roar of thousands of thunders, echoing throughout the entire palace.

Powerful energy fluctuations surged in all directions, as if to draw everything around into an endless vortex of energy. Even space was slightly twisted and deformed under the impact of this force, like the ripples that appear when a huge rock is thrown into a calm lake.

The anger in Hela's heart was like being poured with bucket after bucket of fuel, burning more and more fiercely.

She had always been a high and mighty person, whom no one dared to disobey. When had she ever suffered such a great humiliation, being ridden on and attacked at will, with her dignity trampled to pieces?

This was simply unbearable pain for her, who was so proud and arrogant.

Finally, Hela's rage reached its peak under this series of blows, erupting like a long-simmering volcano. Her eyes instantly ignited with two blazing flames of hatred, the rage and murderous intent contained within them chilling to the bone. The dark aura surrounding her grew stronger like a surging black tide, as if threatening to drag the entire world into an endless abyss of darkness, devouring it completely.

"Have enough fun?"

Hela's roar sounded like the roar from hell, filled with endless rage.

He suddenly exerted force with both hands and tightly grasped Thor's wrist.

With the strength of his legs and waist, he swung Thor violently, throwing him away like a weightless rag bag.

Thor's body was like a cannonball fired from a gun.

How could Hela easily let go of the person who had humiliated her? The hatred in her heart was like a poisonous snake gnawing at her.

Her figure flashed and she caught up with Thor in the air in an instant.

She stretched out her hand, which was wrapped in the power of death, and pressed Thor's head hard, then smashed it to the ground.

Driven by this unimaginably powerful force, Thor's body rushed all the way, leaving deep cracks on the ground wherever he went.

The surrounding buildings collapsed one after another under the influence of this impact.

The entire palace was instantly reduced to ruins, with broken walls and ruins barely visible in the dust.

Loki was distraught when he saw Thor in such a dangerous situation and wanted to rush forward to help.

Just as he was about to rush out, Weiss stopped him.

"There is only one way now."

The source of Hela's power is Asgard, an ancient country that carries countless glory and history and provides her with endless power.

As long as Asgard is destroyed, Hela will lose the source of her power and become like a beast without claws, vulnerable.

"You mean?"

Loki's face showed a look of shock, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his own guess.

"Ragnarok."

Loki instantly understood what Weiss meant, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

On the one hand, he knew that this was the only way at present and the last hope to save Asgard and everyone;
On the other hand, he was filled with fear and anxiety about triggering this apocalyptic war, after all, it meant the destruction of Asgard, his home. But soon, Loki's eyes became firm, and he gritted his teeth.

At this critical moment of life and death, there is no time to hesitate or retreat.

He took a deep breath, calmed his inner turmoil, nodded, and said, "I understand."

To trigger Ragnarok, Surtur must be summoned.

Since his birth, Surtur has been destined to destroy Asgard, and his existence is for this doomsday battle.

His legend has been circulating in Asgard for a long time and is regarded as the most terrible disaster by the Asgardian gods.

However, to summon Surtur, his crown and the Eternal Fire are needed, both of which are kept in Odin's vault.

Fortunately, Wes seemed to have anticipated all of this.

He solemnly handed the crown and the eternal flame to Loki.

Without further ado, Loki immediately began the summoning ceremony.

He stood in the ruins, surrounded by choking dust and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

In the ruins, broken walls and buildings swayed in the wind, as if wailing for the impending doomsday.

The air around him seemed to be attracted by his magic and began to spin rapidly, forming a small storm vortex.

He was muttering to himself in a low and mysterious voice, as if the voice had traveled through the tunnel of time and space, coming from the ancient mythological era, and was conversing with the ancient gods.

As he chanted, the crown in his hand slowly rose, emitting a strange light. The light was like a will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the night sky, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, making it difficult to understand.

Loki slowly threw the crown into the eternal fire. The flames instantly wrapped around the crown, making a "sizzling" sound, as if devouring a precious treasure.

In an instant, a huge flaming face appeared in the crown, with raging flames burning on the face, and the flames were dancing, as if telling an ancient curse.

The eyes of that face revealed endless majesty and aura of destruction, which made people afraid.

Immediately afterwards, a huge head slowly emerged from the flames. The head was as huge as a mountain, and it was engraved with traces of time and mysterious runes.

Then, Surtur's huge body broke through the constraints of the palace and appeared in front of everyone.

His body seemed to be made of flames and lava, every inch of his skin was flowing with hot magma, emitting billowing heat waves.

Surtur roared to the sky, his voice like rolling thunder, shaking the earth, as if the whole world was trembling in this roar. "I am coming, Asgard!!!"

He was over a thousand meters tall, like a moving flaming mountain. Wherever he went, the air was heated to the extreme, making a crackling sound.

He held a giant flaming sword in his hand, with the sword blade burning with raging flames. The flames seemed to be able to ignite the entire world. The light it emitted illuminated the entire sky, making everything around him seem so small and fragile.

"Damn it! What did you do??"

When Hela saw Surtur appear, she was shocked and the expression on her face froze instantly.

She also knew the legend of Surtur and Ragnarok, and understood what it meant.

She immediately turned around, gave up attacking Thor, and attacked Surtur with fear and anger in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)