Boom!
The dull sound echoed in the Golden Palace and also reached the hearts of every creature in Asgard.
Hela, who was enjoying a sumptuous lunch on the observation deck, raised her eyebrows, picked up the napkin on the table and wiped the corners of her mouth, then threw away the napkin that was said to be woven from unicorn fur and had a gorgeous cloud pattern.
She stood up and slowly stretched her arms and legs, with curiosity in her eyes: "Interesting, you dare to challenge me after getting the Spear of Eternity, is that you, Thor?"
As she spoke, she jumped lightly and flew quickly towards the Golden Palace.
After a moment, she walked into the Golden Palace and looked at the high throne at the end of the straight passage: "It is you, my little brother."
Thor imitated Odin's previous posture, leaning sideways on the throne, one hand on the armrest and the other holding the Spear of Eternity.
He looked at Hela who was slowly approaching from the corner of his eyes: "I thought that you were at least an Asgardian."
“You are wrong. I am Asgard.” Hela said with a mocking smile: “And you are just little bugs parasitic on Asgard.”
Thor was not angry: "So, not only did you kill all the guards, you also arrested and interrogated the civilians, just to find the key to open the Rainbow Bridge and continue your journey of massacre?"
Hela stepped closer: "Yes, you are angry?"
Thor turned his head away: "No, you make me sick. Father's biggest mistake was giving birth to a freak like you, and the best thing he did was to imprison you."
Hela’s face finally darkened.
She didn't care that Thor called her a freak, there was no sibling relationship between the two of them.
She was angry that Thor actually used her imprisonment to slap her in the face.
Because she was really imprisoned.
"Very good." She took a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair.
The originally loose black hair was covered by a blue-black helmet with deer antlers as shown in the picture, and his hands were stretched diagonally to both sides of the body.
With a clanging sound, two dark blue swords sprang out from her hands: "Pay the price for your arrogant words, little brother."
With a flash of her figure, she appeared in front of the throne and chopped off Thor's head with a sword.
Ding!
The Spear of Eternity turned from vertical to horizontal, blocked the sword, and then swept across violently.
Hela held up her other sword, but was swept several steps by the spear.
Thor stood up and pointed the gun at her with one hand: "It seems that your strength is not enough, Hela."
Hela gently twirled the swords with both hands, letting them dance in circles beside her. “I hope you can still be so stubborn when I step on you later.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she pounced forward again, slashing at Thor with her two-handed sword like a storm.
Thor was not to be outdone. He danced his golden spear vigorously and collided wildly with the sword.
Amid the clanging of spears and swords, two siblings with a deep hatred for each other started fighting in front of their father's throne.
The difference is that Hela simply enjoys fighting and watching Thor fall into defeat little by little.
She liked to see her enemies go from being strong and brave to being fearful and desperate, and finally being able to beg for her forgiveness in a weak, helpless and pitiful manner.
The taste of death and despair is so wonderful.
Hila, who was obsessed with torturing her little brother, didn't know that the Golden Palace's defense measures had been activated, cutting off internal and external communications.
Outside, the first-level clone who had arrived a month ago put on a V vest that had not been used for a long time and launched a frenzied attack on the skeleton soldiers.
Acting with him were floating turrets that could be taken away as soon as they were broken, always maintaining a number of one hundred.
The skeleton soldiers did not receive any new orders from Hela and were gradually attracted by the first-level clone with fierce firepower.
The emergency evacuation order was issued after the Golden Palace was closed, and the people of Asgard heard Thor's voice deep in their minds.
The voice was like a tape recorder, repeating the evacuation method over and over again, letting everyone know what they should do.
They left the homes and buildings where they had been trapped for days and rushed to the nearest evacuation points.
Hundreds of cloaked ships began to enter Asgard's territory, but no alarm was sounded.
The giant wolf Fenrir, who was dozing off in the central square of the city, raised his head alertly, his dark green eyes scanning the surroundings, and his ears twitching slightly.
The idiot who just showed up has been surrounded by skeleton soldiers, and it is too lazy to care about him.
At this moment, he could hear the sounds of many people moving, which was not allowed by Hela.
Although these people are weaklings, it still has to take action.
Shaking its body, it ran towards the area where the largest crowd gathered.
Under drone surveillance, the first-level clone V immediately noticed this "big boss guard".
In the previous battle, he deliberately chose to fight near the dead dog in order to attract it as well.
As a result, this dead dog was lazier than a gold nugget. It just turned its head to take a look, then put its head down and continued to take a nap.
Let the floating artillery group continue to attract the skeleton soldiers, and V soars into the sky.
Just when Fenrir caught up with a group of Asgardians who were gathering more than 200 meters away, he suddenly felt a heat in his anus, and something kept drilling into his body from behind.
Then, the dull sound of gunfire reached its ears.
Fenrir shook his uncomfortable pig vigorously, and his dark green eyes seemed to be burning.
Even though it had been resurrected from the dead and was already a semi-undead creature, it wouldn't feel comfortable having its anus shot with a bunch of high-explosive bullets.
The feeling is similar to that of an ordinary person who eats too much chili and then squats on the toilet.
The first-level clone was unmoved, and the special machine gun in his hand continued to keep the rhythm, firing boom boom boom, and he didn't forget to complain in his heart: Not only is he lazy, but he is also so ugly! Not cute at all.
Compared to the golden hair and honest expression of his own dog, the dead dog in front of him had black and gray hair, and looked dirty.
With those dark green eyes and ferocious expression, he is not cute at all.
With this appearance, you still dare to be a dog? Lu complained in his heart, and decisively used special alloy bullets to madly paste the ugly dog's face.
Fenrir felt a tingling sensation on his old face, and he became furious and howled to the sky: "Ah..."
A series of bullets immediately flew towards its big mouth.
Fenrir subconsciously closed his mouth, and the second half of his howl turned into a pitiful: "Woo!?"
The first-level clone was suspended several dozen meters away from it, and the machine gun in its hand temporarily stopped firing. It taunted: "A body as big as a mountain, a mouth that can swallow the sun and the moon? That's it?"
Fenrir was stunned for a moment, then realized: Why was he afraid of bullets? He was simply distracted by the discomfort of Chrysanthemum.
After the sudden realization, anger and humiliation followed.
The green light in its eyes seemed to be burning and fluctuated violently. It kicked its limbs hard on the ground, opened its big mouth, and pounced directly on the first-level clone floating in the air.
A huge suction force surged out from its mouth, enveloping the first-level clone. The black cloak behind it rustled and rolled forward.
Along with the cloak, the clone himself was also swept forward.
The first-level clone tilted his head and stared at the huge mouth of the abyss: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Before he finished speaking, he accelerated his body and rushed towards Fenrir's big mouth.