As Hela immersed herself in the magnificent army of the dead before her, Fenrir suddenly shed its previous obedience. It bared its fangs and let out a threatening growl.
Clearly, this was not directed at its mistress, but at the figure who had suddenly appeared behind her.
"Not a bad pet! Though it still can't compare to my Wolf Pack."
As he spoke, Allen slowly emerged from the darkness and studied with interest the monster that had made even the gods tremble in Norse mythology.
To be honest, although the Fenrir before him was still far from killing Odin and devouring heaven and earth, its strength and physical fitness were no inferior to those of the superheroes and villains who specialized in close combat.
At the very least, the Avengers' two strongest fighters, Hulk and Thor, would not gain much of an advantage in a close-range brawl against it.
"You?!"
Hela suddenly spun around and stared into Allen's violet eyes.
From her earlier clash with Artoria, she had already realized that these two outsiders were far from ordinary.
They were very likely contingencies Odin had specifically prepared before his death to prevent her from launching a retaliatory Great Purge against Asgard.
The only thing she could not understand was this: if Odin had gone to such lengths, why had he not simply let these two join forces to drive her away or kill her?
With the strength Artoria had displayed, Allen could only be stronger, not weaker.
Though Hela did not want to diminish her own prestige while praising others, the brutal truth was that she did not think she could handle two such terrifying enemies at once.
Could it be that Odin had suddenly grown a conscience and, feeling that he owed his eldest daughter too much, had silently