The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 439 The Migration Plan (Happy New Year everyone!)

"The God-King..." Wes took a deep breath and slowly conveyed Odin's last words.

Every word seemed to carry a heavy weight. When these words reached Frigga's ears, she could no longer suppress her grief, and tears streamed down her face.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the stone slabs beneath her feet.

Wes silently withdrew.

Just as I reached the door, I ran into Sif.

Sif was dressed in military uniform, her expression cold and stern.

"Let's go."

She simply said two words, then turned and walked away, her face expressionless the entire way.

A pervasive silence hung in the air as Sif led Wes to Odin's vault.

Everything in the vault was protected by mysterious runes, but with the key in Wes's hand, they could pass through without hindrance.

As Wes opened the doors to the treasury, preparing to enter, Sif suddenly whispered, "Is the God-King about to fall?"

Although her voice was calm, there was a hint of unease in it.

Wes nodded slightly, and said solemnly, "He has made the best arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Sif's body trembled slightly. She quickly turned around, not wanting to expose her vulnerable side to Wes.

The treasure vault doors slowly closed, shutting out the outside world.

Odin's treasury truly lived up to its reputation, containing everything imaginable, with all the rare and precious treasures of the Nine Realms gathered there.

Here you'll find magical gems radiating a mysterious light, artifacts inscribed with ancient runes, and rare items from various mysterious lands.

Unlike Hela, who was picky, Wes was like a diligent ant, methodically moving everything into his mage tower.

If these treasures are left here, they will eventually disappear with the destruction of Asgard, so it's better to keep them for ourselves.

After emptying the vault, Wes had just stepped out of the vault when a soldier rushed over and stopped him.

"Mr. Erwin, the Queen requests your presence."

The soldier said respectfully.

Wes followed the soldiers to the hall, and before they even got close, they could hear the gods arguing incessantly.

"There are no cowards in Asgard!" Tyr, the God of War, roared like a bell, his voice filled with fighting spirit.

"This is the command of the God-King." Another god tried to dissuade him.

"Even if I die, I will die in Asgard!" Versace, the god of truth and justice, also shouted excitedly.

"That's right..." Bragi, the god of poetry, echoed.

All the important figures of Asgard gathered together, and the moment Wes stepped into the council chamber, the eyes of all the gods fell upon him.

Weiss remained calm and showed no discomfort whatsoever.

Frigga breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wes arrive.

The reason for the gods' conflict was how to deal with Hela.

Hela's existence has always been a taboo in Asgard. Her past was erased by Odin, but now, Hela is about to break free, a piece of news that has caused great division among the gods.

Some of the gods advocated for a direct withdrawal, as they were well aware of Hela's power and cruelty;

Another group of gods insisted on a grand and spectacular battle. This group consisted mostly of gods who had been reborn after Hela was sealed away, and they had never witnessed Hela's terrifying power.

The old gods, especially those who had fought alongside Odin and Hela, knew very well that Asgard's current prestige was partly due to Hela's past bloody battles.

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events and refused to give in, arguing fiercely.

"Quiet!!"

Finally, Frigga, seated on her throne, spoke. Though her voice wasn't as booming as Tyr's, it carried an innate authority that instantly silenced the entire council chamber…

"Evacuate civilians, and ensure the safe evacuation of everyone!"

Frigga's voice echoed in the council chamber, firm and powerful, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

She stood before the throne, her posture upright, her hand tightly gripping Odin's scepter.

The scepter was topped with a mysterious gem that emitted a faint glow, as if telling the story of Asgard's glory and heritage.

As she finished speaking, detailed and meticulous orders were issued one after another like snowflakes.

The messengers sprang into action, their steps hurried, their expressions tense yet imbued with a sense of mission.

They traversed the streets and alleys of Asgard, conveying the Queen's orders to every soldier and officer.

The soldiers immediately formed ranks and set off, clad in gleaming armor and armed with weapons, proceeding methodically to their respective areas.

Some went to residential areas, knocking on doors to wake up sleeping residents and guide them to evacuate in an orderly manner;

Some went to the commercial district to organize businessmen to pack up important supplies in preparation for the relocation.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

In Asgard, Frigg was a highly respected queen.

She not only possesses a noble status, but also admirable wisdom and a kind heart.

At this moment, she holds Odin's scepter, which is like an extension of Odin's will.

In the hearts of the Asgardians, her commands were equivalent to Odin's commands, and no one dared to disobey them.

Under the soldiers' command, people, though filled with fear and unease, still acted in an orderly manner, beginning this large-scale evacuation operation.

After the gods dispersed, the clamor in the council hall gradually subsided, leaving only silence.

Frigga sat wearily on the throne, her eyes revealing deep worry and exhaustion.

In the past few days, she has been working day and night to deal with the impending crisis, and has hardly slept.

At this moment, her shoulders slumped slightly, and she seemed to have lost all her strength.

"queen?"

"Wes said softly. He stood to the side, looking at Frigga's haggard appearance, and a pang of sympathy welled up in his heart."

He really didn't understand what Frigga's purpose was in calling him over. After all, he was just an outsider. Although he had some dealings with Asgard, he didn't know how he could be of any help at this crucial moment.

"I need your help." Frigga looked up at Wes, her eyes filled with expectation.

"We must decide as soon as possible where to relocate Asgard. Odin's plan is Earth, but I'd like to hear your opinion. What place on Earth is suitable for us now?"

Wes frowned slightly, lost in thought. He

The Earth is currently in a state of high development, with human society having developed to a high degree and the land almost completely exploited.

The migration of the entire Asgardian race to Earth will undoubtedly trigger a series of complex issues.

Although the Earth is vast, suitable places are not easy to find.

Moreover, the lifespan of Asgardians is far too long, with a huge difference from that of Earthlings. Can Earthlings really accept the arrival of Asgard?

They might be wary and fearful of Asgard, which could trigger unnecessary conflict.

Wes expressed all his concerns.

After hearing this, Frigga remained silent for a long time.

She sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in her voice: "It seems that we can only take it one step at a time now. We don't have much time or many choices; we can only do our best to deal with whatever comes next."

Her gaze was fixed on the distance, as if she could already see the arduous and unknown journey ahead for Asgard.

(End of this chapter)