"St... stop... Y-you... who are you...?"
Asgard. On the broad steps leading to the great hall of Asgard Palace, a large number of Asgardian soldiers—once imposing in their armor, tall and formidable—held their spears in terror. Their hands trembled, their backs hunched, sweat poured down their faces, and they kept swallowing as they retreated.
Yet they faced only one woman.
Behind that woman, however, the ground was densely strewn with the bodies of Asgardian soldiers, sprawled in every direction until there was nowhere left to set foot.
They were the troops that had just been led by the Warriors Three—Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg—to stop Hela, only to be effortlessly defeated by her.
One had to know that Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg of the Warriors Three were effectively Asgard's highest-tier combat force. In Asgard, scarcely anyone could defeat even one of them.
If the three joined forces, only Odin and Thor could likely handle them.
And now, the soldiers guarding Asgard Palace had personally witnessed them being defeated by Hela with practically no ability to fight back.
As Hela's seductive figure took one step forward, the Warriors guarding the palace hall could not help but retreat half a step.
"Oh... newly grown Warriors? Haven't you heard my legend?" Hela wore a tight black battle suit that outlined her alluring curves. The hair behind her head flared wildly into spikes, and she held long black thorns in both hands. Her body swayed as though she were leisurely strolling through her own garden, yet her domineering steps pressed forward, closing in with every stride.
It had been far too long since Hela and Odin had fought across the Nine Realms. So long that ordinary Asgardian soldiers had lived out their lives, while generations of new Warriors knew only Thor, the God of Thunder