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

Chapter 444 Comrades

"Don't you want to see your mother?"

Frigga asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

Upon hearing this, Loki, who had been struggling, instantly stopped, as if he had been frozen in place.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and he lowered his head, behaving obediently like a child who had done something wrong.

"Mother," he whispered, his voice filled with remorse.

Wes stood aside, observing Loki with great interest.

He discovered that this Loki looked exactly like the Loki from the Time Mutation Bureau, and even the magical fluctuations emanating from his body were identical.

However, their experiences took completely different paths after the Battle of New York.

A journey through various bizarre timelines, experiencing unimaginable adventures;

And the one standing before them was his mother and brother.

"Mother, let me introduce you to two friends."

Thor broke the brief silence, waving enthusiastically at the spaceship as he spoke.

The hatch slowly opened, and Valkyrie and Bruce Banner stepped off the spaceship one after the other.

The appearance of the two instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Thor beamed as he happily introduced the two, especially Valkyrie, his tone brimming with pride. "This is Valkyrie; she was one of the Valkyries back in the day!"

These words immediately caused a stir among the crowd.

In the history of Asgard, the Valkyries have long become a distant legend, brave and fearless, protecting the glory of Asgard.

Unexpectedly, in such dire circumstances, we still managed to encounter a living Valkyrie.

This news was like a ray of dawn, igniting a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the Asgardians, who felt it might be a sign of Asgard's resurgence.

However, Valkyrie's attitude was somewhat cold.

The thought of Odin's decision filled her with a deep sense of unease.

Once, Odin's decision led to the near annihilation of Valkyrie's army, and her companions left her one by one. This painful memory is like a sharp blade that has always been a thorn in her side.

Therefore, when facing Frigga, she simply nodded slightly without saying much.

But at this moment, no one paid much attention to her attitude.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of Thor's return, as if all the gloom had been dispelled at this moment.

The gods eagerly gathered together to discuss how to reclaim Asgard.

At this crucial moment, the two people who know Hela best—Frigga and Valkyrie—became the focus of everyone's attention.

With a solemn expression, Frigga slowly began to tell Hela's story.

Her voice was deep and steady, each word seemingly carrying the vicissitudes of time.

From Hela's birth to her growing ambition and the immense power she displayed, Frigga described everything in great detail.

The crowd listened quietly, their expressions shifting with each word she spoke, sometimes showing shock, sometimes worry.

Hela's power far exceeded their imagination, making them realize that the road to reclaiming Asgard would be fraught with difficulties and dangers.

Odin said that Hela's power came from Asgard.

Frigga's voice carried a hint of solemnity. She paused slightly, leaving the rest of her words unsaid, but everyone present understood her meaning—Asgard will never perish, and Hela will never die.

Even a powerful being like Odin could only choose to seal Hela away, which shows how formidable Hela's power was.

"And her legion of death."

Valkyrie slowly put down the bottle in her hand, her expression serious, a hint of hatred in her eyes.

"Those guys are all immortal thanks to Hela's power, and they only obey her commands."

Her voice trembled slightly. The Valkyrie Legion had died at the hands of these monsters, and that painful memory was still vivid in her mind.

With an unparalleled commander and an undead army, this combination seemed to have no weaknesses, leaving everyone with no chance of victory.

However, Thor was not discouraged. He clenched his fists and said with a determined look, "In other words, the only way to resolve this crisis is to send out an elite team for a decapitation strike and eliminate Hela directly."

"I'll do it."

Almost as soon as Thor finished speaking, a voice rang out without hesitation.

Count me in.

Immediately afterwards, someone else responded loudly.

There were no cowards among the Asgardian gods. Even knowing that they might perish on this mission, they all eagerly volunteered.

"Heimdall," Thor began calling out names.

"arrive!"

Heimdall's voice was loud and clear, and his eyes revealed determination and fearlessness.

"Sif."

"exist!"

Sif looked dashing and her expression was serious and solemn.

"The Three Warriors of Asgard".

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

"We are here!"

The three warriors of the Celestial Palace responded in unison, their voices resounding throughout the surroundings.

"..."

Everyone whose name was called by Thor proudly puffed out their chest, as if they had been bestowed with supreme glory.

They were fully aware of the dangers of this mission, but for the sake of Asgard, they did not hesitate to step forward.

Those who weren't called out by name were also entrusted with important tasks by Thor.

If their mission fails, these people will become the spark of Asgard, shouldering the mission of continuing Asgard's glory.

Just as the meeting was about to end.

Count me in.

Loki suddenly spoke, breaking the brief silence.

Everyone looked at him strangely, after all, Loki's past behavior was unpredictable.

"That guy beat me up, I just wanted to find a chance to hit him back."

Loki stubbornly insisted, trying to use this seemingly casual reason to cover up his true feelings.

Thor smiled at Loki's stubbornness.

He knew that although Loki was always mischievous, he would still stand with everyone in crucial moments.

"Me too, I want to avenge my dead sisters."

As Valkyrie spoke, she slowly wiped the sword in her hand.

The sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if it too was excited for the upcoming battle.

"Me too." Banner raised his hand, his face resolute. "We're friends, aren't we?" His voice was gentle, yet powerful.

"Thanks."

Thor's voice was deep and sincere. He was never good with words, but at this moment, all his words were condensed into these two simple words.

His gaze slowly swept over each of his comrades who had volunteered, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination.

He knew all too well that this battle was a fight with a slim chance of survival.

But these comrades did not flinch; they resolutely chose to fight alongside him.

This friendship and courage stirred an indescribable emotion within Thor.

He had already made up his mind.

Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, even if he eventually falls into Hela's hands, he will never regret it.

He would give his all to protect these friends who were willing to go through life and death with him.

The glory of Asgard is important, but the lives of his companions are equally precious treasures that he must protect at all costs.

(End of this chapter)