The New King—Hela
Thor shattered the Flying Swords Hela shot at him, lightning crackling all around him, drawing every eye beneath the cloud-choked sky.
At the same time, Thor's own power of thunder connected with the natural lightning above, making him look in that moment like a thunder god who wielded lightning itself, not some god of hammers.
"I am Thor, God of Thunder!"
"For the glory of Asgard!"
Thor roared. As he slammed both fists through the air toward Hela, the lightning coiling around him instantly lashed out at her. At the same time, the lightning in the sky followed Thor's guidance, striking down at Hela again and again.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Hela looked at the lightning Thor sent at her and yanked up the cloak on her back to block it in front of her, stopping Thor's attack, but the lightning from the sky struck her body directly.
Hela, struck by lightning, went rigid on the spot, but the damage caused by the lightning recovered almost immediately. Just as Hela was about to counterattack, lightning from the sky crashed down again.
Thor was now mobilizing all the divine power in his body, keeping the lightning in the sky from stopping for even a moment. But as he looked at Hela within the storm of thunder, there was not the slightest joy on his face. His attacks had not caused any real damage.
Seeing Thor giving everything he had, Charlotte shook his head helplessly as well. Thor's strength had indeed improved quite a bit, but against Hela, it was still not enough. If the place they fought had been Hel, Thor would still have had some chance of victory, but in Asgard, Hela's recovery was maxed out, and attacks of this level simply could not injure her. What was