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

Chapter 442 Migration (Happy New Year)

Heimdall's golden armor was now riddled with holes, its damage shocking to behold. The broken pieces of armor, like withered leaves swaying precariously on a branch in late autumn, hung sparsely on his battered body.

His body was covered with gruesome wounds, the cuts of varying depths looking as if he had been frantically torn apart by a wild beast. Blood seeped out from these wounds, dripping down his arms and thighs, falling drop by drop onto the ground beneath his feet, forming shocking blood flowers.

Despite the immense pain his body was enduring and his divine power nearly exhausted in the intense battle, Heimdall's eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, revealing a resolute determination to face death.

His hands gripped the greatsword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his chest heaved violently with every breath, yet he did not flinch.

Faced with Hela's fierce and terrifying attacks, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to defend himself with his weapon.

Each time he resisted, the enormous impact made his arms numb, his bones feel like they were about to fall apart, and his internal organs felt like they were being pounded by a heavy hammer, causing him great pain. But he persevered with his indomitable will, stubbornly helping the gods restrain Hela.

However, this unequal battle was taking a heavy toll on Heimdall. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and his steps became unsteady. Clearly, he could not hold on for much longer.

At this moment of despair, another god fell to the ground under Hela's sharp sword. Her desperate and mournful cry pierced the sky, like a tragic elegy for Asgard, sending a chill down the spine of everyone present.

Just when everyone was in dire straits, a bolt of lightning, carrying immense power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, shot towards Hela with lightning speed, like an angry whip from the sky.

Wherever the lightning struck, the air was instantly ignited, producing a sizzling sound.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield as if it were daytime.

The lightning bolt was incredibly powerful, striking Hela directly. The powerful impact sent her flying, her body tracing a long arc in mid-air like a falling meteor before crashing heavily to the ground some distance away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Heimdall finally got a moment to catch his breath. He could no longer hold on, bent over, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

"retreat!"

Frigga gave the order.

"snort."

Hela quickly stood up from the ground, dusted herself off, and her eyes burned with raging anger.

She snorted coldly, her killing intent overflowing, and without hesitation, she was about to chase after the retreating crowd.

But the moment she took that step, another bolt of lightning, like a divine sword of punishment descending from the sky, struck Hela with perfect accuracy.

The power of this lightning bolt was equally immense. Although Hela was unharmed thanks to her own strength, the enormous impact froze her in place, rendering her completely immobile.

"Damn it!"

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

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

"Even in death, you'll still cause me trouble."

Her face was filled with anger and resentment, her distorted features resembling those of a demon from hell.

Odin's backup plan certainly didn't stop there.

Frigga looked serious, her brows furrowed, and she quickly and decisively removed her Destroyer Armor.

Then, she poured the last bolt of lightning left by Odin into it.

This bolt of lightning contained Odin's primordial power.

The moment the lightning was injected into the armor, a strange light burst forth, and the armor transformed into the image of Odin. That familiar, tall figure and majestic demeanor made it seem as if Odin had truly traveled through time and space, descending once again upon this battlefield.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Frigga's eyes.

She solemnly handed the scepter, a symbol of power and protection, to the armored warrior.

The Destroyer gripped the scepter, and his body was instantly surrounded by lightning. The leaping lightning bolts, like dancing dragons, charged menacingly towards Hela.

"Get out of my way, you piece of junk!"

Hela shouted angrily, her voice filled with rage and disdain.

But when she actually clashed with the Destroyer, she was surprised to find that the power it unleashed was beyond her imagination.

With Odin's power, the Destroyer managed to hold Hela back, preventing her from breaking free to pursue the retreating group.

Taking advantage of this precious opportunity, the gods of Asgard dared not delay for a moment, helping each other with their wounded companions and quickly evacuating to the world of Wes.

Just ten seconds later, Hela finally unleashed her full power, and a black energy vortex surged around her body, a manifestation of the power of death.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the Destroyer Armor gradually became overwhelmed and was torn to pieces by Hela, with parts flying everywhere.

At this moment, Hela was furious to the extreme; her chest heaved violently, and her eyes were bloodshot.

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

She risked her life for Asgard, winning glory for the land in countless battles.

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

The flames of betrayal burned fiercely in her heart, and she secretly vowed to start an unprecedented war, an expedition that would cross the stars and the sea.

She wanted to conquer everything, to make all those who had betrayed her tremble at her feet and pay the most terrible price.

In the world of Wes, in the middle of a peaceful ocean, a lush green island was specially created as a temporary settlement for the Asgardians.

For many Asgardians, this was the first time in their lives they had left their homeland and set foot on this unfamiliar land.

They stood on the beach, gazing at the surging sea in the distance, their eyes filled with confusion and disappointment.

Their homeland, the legendary Asgard, is now shrouded in the shadow of Hela, and this departure may very well be their last.

Thinking of this, many people's eyes reddened, tears welled up, and eventually they couldn't help but silently slide down their cheeks.

They felt both a deep attachment to their hometown and anxieties about the future.

Among the crowd were many wounded soldiers and deities.

The soldiers' armor was tattered, revealing shocking wounds, and their clothes were stained with blood.

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

They lay pale and weak in the makeshift tents, 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, setting up makeshift shelters and searching for edible food and clean water.

(End of this chapter)