Sentinel

Chapter 463 The scene of domestic violence
Thor seemed to have turned into a statue and stood there, his eyes full of disbelief. Mjolnir disintegrated and shattered in Hela's palm like this. The one who was bestowed with the power of thunder by Odin defeated countless powerful enemies. The metal war hammer in his hand was directly torn apart, turning into a pile of scrap iron and falling to the ground.

Because of his extraordinary bravery, Thor is regarded as the god of thunder and strength by Asgard, and he is the strongest warrior in the Asa clan. Mjolnir is a symbol of supreme glory, representing illustrious military exploits, And Odin's reward.

Now that Thor's Hammer was crushed by Hela, Thor suddenly felt as if a piece was missing in his heart, as if the power of thunder in his body disappeared with Mjolnir's shattering and destruction.

Hela clapped her hands indifferently. Her power comes from Asgard. Even if Odin is resurrected, she may not be able to stop her now, let alone Thor, who is far less powerful than her father.

The dwarf king Ai Cui's proud work, the indestructible Mjolnir, is nothing in the eyes of this goddess of death. The only thing that can hurt her in Asgard is Odin's eternal scepter. It is a symbol of the king's power. It is also cast by the dwarves and engraved with runic characters. It is powerful enough to penetrate everything in the world.

However, that spear, also known as "Kungnir", Asgard's first artifact, had already been buried in the dark universe along with Odin.

"When I led the Asgard Legion to fight in the Nine Realms, Thor, you were not born yet... Challenge me, there is no other use for it except to prove your own courage and stupidity."

Hela walked down the steps slowly, and the Asgardian warriors in the wide courtyard retreated like a tide, with fear and panic in their eyes.

This black-haired woman, who called herself the Goddess of Death, had already shown everyone her powerful force and ruthless methods.

After Odin returned to the embrace of darkness, Thor's war hammer was crushed even more. Looking at the entire Asgard, who else can stop her?

"Why, are you still unwilling to surrender to me?"

Hela stared at Thor, who was hit hard, and she didn't mind being a little more patient with her brother who didn't know what to do.

"I know you, Thor. You are the most powerful warrior in Asgard, and you have a reputation for being brave and good at fighting. Compared with my other brother Loki, I admire you more."

"It is said that after the Rainbow Bridge was broken, you were the one who led the Asgardian Legion to pacify the chaos in the Nine Kingdoms, and when the Dark Elves woke up, you were the one who stood up to stop Malekith... Thor, you are just like me! Born for war and conquest!"

Hela stretched out her hand far away, a smile appeared on her cold face, and said softly: "Come on, stand by my side. You are qualified to rule Asgard with me, go to fight for me, conquer one after another Civilized country!"

Thor opened his mouth, with hesitation on his handsome and valiant face, and the successive blows made him a little at a loss.

The father Odin whom he admired in his heart is no longer in this world, his mother Frigga died in the invasion of the Mad Titan, and his younger brother Loki doesn't know where he is in the universe. , was also crushed by sister Hela.

If you want to compare life to anything, Thor is obviously a coffee table full of cups.

Looking at the empty hands, Thor's heart was full of confusion, his father's kind face appeared in his mind, and the majestic voice of the king of Asgard seemed to echo in his ears——

"You are destined to become the king of Asgard and lead the people to a beautiful peace. This is your inherent mission and responsibility!"

Wisps of lightning lingered in the palm of his hand, and Thor raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of confusion were filled with thunder, revealing a sharp meaning.

"I'm still that answer, please forgive me for not being able to do it."

"Stupid people are always stubborn."

Hela shook her head helplessly, the pitch-black sharp sword hummed and vibrated, piercing like a black lightning!
Although he lost Mjolnir, who was in his hand, Thor did not intend to catch him without a fight. He avoided the lightning-fast black sword and grabbed a spear from the guard behind him, like a fearless Spartan , striding towards Hela.

"Father said that a wise prince never initiates a war—"

Thor soared into the air, raised his spear, and swooped down like a falcon!

"But he also has to be ready to fight!"

Hela shook the thorn-like black crown, and blocked the spear with two pitch-black swords, with a relaxed expression.

She once single-handedly destroyed the Valkyrie Legion of Asgard by herself. Compared with the richness of combat experience, Thor is far inferior.

"Your movements are so obvious that even the blind can see them!"

Like lightning, the sharp sword slashed across Thor's chest, cutting a bloody wound with bone deep visible.

Hila walked gracefully, as if wandering in a grand royal ball, with a calm and indifferent posture.

This younger brother of hers is like a reckless man who can only roar, and his fighting style is rough and simple. If he meets an opponent of comparable strength, he may be able to rely on his ability to fight more and more bravely, and finally win with his own bravery.

But this time Thor met Hela, the treacherous, changeable, ruthless goddess of death. The sudden attack in front of her seemed clumsy, and without the power of Mjolnir, Thor was very He soon fell into a disadvantage, struggling left and right, barely maintaining the situation.

"I really don't know what Odin thinks, he actually thinks you are better than me, more suitable to be a king..."

With resentment in Hela's eyes, she cut Thor's right leg with a sword, and then knocked him to the ground with her palm.

"Are you unique? Ridiculous!"

The black thorny crown dissipated and turned into vertical long hair. Hela stepped on Thor's head and pushed the opponent's strong body against the hard steps.

"Tell me about the difference between you and me. I am the eldest daughter of Odin, the first heir, and the queen of Asgard! And you... are nothing!"

Bang!
Amidst the dull sound, Thor was kicked heavily like a sandbag and hit the ground.

His Royal Highness, who was usually regarded as the god of war by the Asgardians, had no power to fight back at all, and could only passively endure the fierce attack.

Hela looked at Thor who was struggling to get up in disgust, raised the pitch-black sword high, and then swung it down mercilessly!

Painful screams sounded, and the world in front of Thor suddenly darkened, and blood overflowed from the eye sockets, soaking half of his face!

One eye was blinded by Hela, and severe pain hit his brain. Thor knelt down on the ground, gasping for breath, ready to welcome the arrival of death.

"Since Odin likes you so much, I might as well send you to see him."

Hella's tone was lazy, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

Such things as blood and family affection don't take much place in her heart.

The pitch-black sword was raised high, and just as it was about to strike Thor for the final time, the energy tide of dark matter burst out suddenly, and a gorgeous beam of light enveloped Thor who was kneeling on the ground.

Hela looked in the direction of the Rainbow Bridge angrily. Heimdall, who had left without permission, was holding a big sword in both hands. Under his feet was the unconscious Skorchi, the gatekeeper of Asgard, who saved his life in a critical moment. Thor on a thread.

"I can only help you here."

Heimdall sighed, and the turbulent energy flooded Thor's figure, and a huge beam of light that tore through the space soared into the sky, as if penetrating the nine star fields!

When the dazzling brilliance dimmed and extinguished, there was no trace of Thor in the middle of the courtyard. Hela looked at the gathered Asgardian army with a sneer, her green cloak fluttering, and endless black swords appeared behind her.

Next, is a feast of death!

(End of this chapter)