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

Chapter 440 Hela (Wishing everyone good fortune)

After looting Odin's vaults, Wes did not simply leave.

Asgard is currently facing a dilemma: during the Great Migration, there simply aren't enough ships to carry them all, and many of Asgard's large objects cannot be transported.

Weiss had his own independent world, which became a turning point.

A group of Asgardian civilians brought all their possessions into the world of Wes.

This move not only greatly accelerated the migration, but also made the relatively turbulent universe safer in Wes's world.

However, the Asgardian army did not choose to retreat.

They were clad in heavy armor, wielding weapons, their eyes fixed firmly on the spot.

The gods, too, did not leave; they waited silently, their expressions solemn.

Heimdall, through his magical all-seeing eye, kept a close watch on Odin's situation.

He witnessed Odin conversing with Thor and Loki, father and son.

Odin's eyes showed weariness and reluctance as he gave his two sons his last words.

However, the calm did not last long, and Hela was freed.

"Heimdall!!"

With a loud shout from Thor.

Heimdall watched as Hela easily crushed Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, a divine weapon symbolizing power and justice, yet in Hela's hands it was like a fragile toy.

The situation instantly became critical, and Heimdall hurriedly lowered the Rainbow Bridge.

Amidst the dazzling light, Thor, Loki, and Hela engaged in a fierce battle within the spatial passage.

Due to the vast difference in strength, Thor and Loki were ultimately thrown into the spatial turbulence by Hela.

Immediately afterwards, Hela crossed the Rainbow Bridge and descended upon the land of Asgard.

Her appearance seemed to freeze the air around her.

The moment she appeared, "whoosh!" a sharp arrow shot towards her like lightning.

The god of the hunt, Ullr, has made his move. His archery skills are superb, and this arrow contains immense power.

But Hela simply raised her hand slightly and easily crushed the sharp arrow.

"Looks like everyone's here," Hela's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Frigga, who was clad in the Destruction Armor. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. "You're his second wife. I suppose he's never mentioned the good deeds he's done."

Her voice was full of resentment and sarcasm.

"Odin has always regretted it..."

Frigga tried to explain, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness and sorrow.

However, Hela interrupted her rudely, saying in an icy tone, "Submit or die."

There was absolutely no room for negotiation in his words.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Van Clement's eyes widened in fury. He raised his longsword, shouted, and thrust it toward Hela.

Seeing this, the other gods also brandished various weapons and attacked Hela like a tidal wave.

Hela stood still, unmoved, the attacks around her feeling like a gentle breeze.

A disdainful smile played on her lips as she let the gods' attacks rain down on her.

As expected, the gods' attacks were completely unable to break through her defenses.

Those powerful weapons struck Hela, but only sparked a few weak fires before bouncing off helplessly.

"It's my turn."

Hela said coldly, a pair of short swords appearing in her hands at some point, their blades gleaming with an eerie light.

She flashed, moving like a ghost among the gods. Only...

In just a few breaths, she effortlessly severed the weapons of the gods one by one.

With a crisp cracking sound, the gods' expressions turned extremely ugly.

"Step back!"

Frigga shouted, her voice carrying an undeniable authority.

She took a step forward alone, standing opposite Hela. At this moment, she was wearing the Destroyer Armor, and although she looked slightly tired, her eyes revealed determination and fearlessness.

"That's interesting."

Hela's lips curled up slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

Before she finished speaking, she moved like lightning, drawing both swords simultaneously, which transformed into streaks of cold light as she swiftly attacked Frigga.

Her speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory of the sword; one could only see a flash of cold light.

Frigga fought back with all her might, hastily defending herself with her weapon, but she could only parry.

Each time Hela's sword struck the Destroyer's armor, dazzling sparks flew, and cracks gradually appeared on the hard armor, as if telling the story of the immense pressure its master was under.

"If it were Odin himself, he might be able to exchange a few blows with me, but you are too weak."

Hela attacked while taunting her. Then, she suddenly unleashed another powerful sword strike, this time sending Frigga flying.

Frigga's body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

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

"queen!"

Upon seeing this, the soldiers cried out in alarm and rushed forward anxiously to help Frigga to her feet. Although Frigga was seriously injured, she endured the pain and shouted with unwavering determination, "Form ranks!!"

"Thump, thump..."

The soldiers were well-trained and quickly formed neat square formations, completely trapping Hela.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like a tightly coordinated steel behemoth.

"shoot!!"

At the commander's order, countless arrows rained down on Hela.

The sky was instantly obscured by a dense barrage of arrows, which whistled through the air.

Hela, however, remained completely unfazed. She calmly twirled the short sword in her hand, her movements fluid and graceful.

The short sword seemed to come alive in her hands, each swing precisely severing the incoming arrows.

For a time, arrows flew through the air, but tens of thousands of arrows failed to harm a single hair on Hela's head.

"Enter!!"

The commander gave the order again, and the tall, mighty soldiers, carrying shields thicker than doors, steadily approached Hela step by step.

The shields were arranged closely together, with almost no gaps, and between the gaps, sharp spears gleamed with a cold light.

"Looks good but is useless."

Hela looked at the approaching formation and said disdainfully.

In her eyes, this seemingly well-trained Ace Legion was nothing but a rabble that posed no real threat to her.

Hela held her sword in one hand, the tip pointed at the soldier holding the shield, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips. She spoke slowly, "Ready?"

Her voice echoed across the battlefield, sending a shiver down the spine of every soldier who heard it.

The soldiers swallowed nervously, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down, making dry, hoarse sounds.

Sweat streamed down their foreheads, dripping onto the ground beneath their feet. Their hands gripped their shields and spears tightly, veins bulging on the backs of their hands, knuckles white from the strain.

But fear did not deter them. With a furious roar from the commander, "Charge!!"

They shouted in unison, mustered all their courage, and charged toward Hela.

The sound of their orderly footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, and their shouts were filled with a resolute determination to fight to the death, wanting to use their strength to defend the dignity of Asgard.

"So cute."

Hela's lips curled into a smile, a cruel glint flashing in her eyes.

She strode forward to meet the charging soldiers.

One person, and so he launched the charge alone.

(End of this chapter)