Hela

Odinsleep.

Thinking of this, the warriors of the Asgard couldn't help but become more solemn.

"It just so happens that we were attacked at this time..."

Sif's eyebrows furrowed, her whole body tense, her fists clenched tightly, and her voice was extremely weak.

Unfortunately, this happened when a portion of Asgard's forces had already gone to the Legerdomain Dimension, Thor, the bravest warrior, was absent, Odin was about to fall into a deep sleep and could not exert much power, and even Loki had abandoned his post and run away.

Otherwise, with Loki's strength, he would have been able to at least hold off the enemy.

They didn't believe in Loki, they believed in Thor's hammer.

"At least now all the civilians have been evacuated," Fandral said, wiping the blade.

The remaining members of Asgard are almost all warriors, and even those who aren't warriors are at least Witch. Every single one of them has the power to fight the enemy. These Dark Elf thought they could defeat Asgard when it was at its weakest, but they will fight to the very end!

"Ha!"

Volstagg raised his axe high and slammed it heavily to the ground. Instantly, a slash was unleashed from his weapon, charging towards the surging Dark Elf like a chariot.

In an instant, the slash cleaved more than a dozen Dark Elf in two, opening a bloody path.

Volstagg, wielding his massive axe, planted one foot on the corpses of the Dark Elf and roared, "Charge in! Protect the Allfather!"

That being said, they did not actually head towards the Asgard.

As the Asgard army general arrived with the remaining warriors, they abandoned their defensive artillery and took up arms to fight the Dark Elf.

Upon encountering the Three Warriors, he immediately ordered, "Volstagg, go and support Heimdall!"

"Then we'll cross the Bifrost to the Galactic Plumbers for help!"

The general never considered retreating. Although Asgard was practically becoming history and was about to become the Old Celestial Palace, they would not abandon it until Odin left.

We must fight to the last moment!

Of course, he knew that, given the current situation, Asgard probably had no hope of winning on its own.

Fortunately, they still have allies.

They also have Loki!

The two groups clashed, and Volstagg turned and swung his Black Bear Axe with all his might, cleaving a large group of Dark Elf in two.

Fandral and Hogun followed closely behind, fighting bravely against the enemy.

Their performance was exceptionally good, completely unlike when they faced the Destroyer on Earth. Ordinary Dark Elf soldiers had no chance to resist at all and were killed in a single encounter.

They kept breaking through the enemy lines, but Sif hesitated for a moment and did not follow them to support Heimdall. Instead, he stayed behind with the main force and headed towards the palace.

She found it a little strange.

The Dark Elf had been sealed away for thousands of years, and the Asgard in this area had hardly ever seen them. How could they Dark Elf attack? Moreover, even Heimdall couldn't figure out how they appeared around Asgard. This was too strange.

This reminded her of almost two years ago, when Thor was about to be crowned king.

At that time, the Frost Giant also inexplicably invaded the Asgard Vault without any warning, and the culprit was Loki.

Is it Loki again this time?

Sif shook his head, dismissing the idea.

Loki has already relinquished the throne of Asgard, so why would he possibly help the Dark Elf attack Asgard?

While fighting, Sif asked the others, "How did the Dark Elf invade?"

"I don't know!" the general shouted.

He had no time to think about such things. Any schemes or plots could wait until the enemy was defeated before dealing with them. Right now, all he needed to do was kill these Dark Elf!

"The palace itself is guarded. Follow me! If we coordinate with them, we can surround these Dark Elf!"

The Asgard general had high hopes, but in reality, the palace guards were utterly ineffective.

It wasn't that they were too weak, but rather that Malekith's guards were too powerful.

Leaving aside the Cursed Warrior, Malekith's other guards were also among the strongest of all the Dark Elf. Ordinary Asgard soldiers were as fragile as ordinary Dark Elf warriors were in front of the Three Warriors.

He stepped out of the spaceship with his head held high. After all, he was the King of Svartalfheim, who could rival Bor a thousand years ago. Although Malekith was not tall, his spirit and knowledge were extraordinary.

Malekith didn't even flinch when the Asgard warriors charging at him with their weapons raised.

He strode forward, his arm waving slightly. "Kill!"

Immediately afterwards, the accompanying Dark Elf warriors appeared around him like ghosts, instantly plunging their blades into the guards' chests or pulling out bombs capable of tearing through space, blasting the warriors into nothingness.

Malekith walked straight toward Odin's bedchamber without pausing for a moment.

As time went by, more and more guards gathered, and news of the palace being invaded spread. Malekith turned a corner and ran into a large group of guards.

And leading the pack was none other than Odin, clad in golden armor and sporting a helmet with forked antlers resembling those of a deer.

"You are Odin!"

Malekith's eyes lit up, and he was about to ask about the whereabouts of the Aether Particle, but what greeted him was Odin's ferocious attack, like a trapped beast struggling.

At this moment, Odin presented Malekith with his previous aged appearance, like an old lion about to burn his last drop of blood in a desperate fight.

He slammed the end of his golden God Spear heavily onto the ground, and instantly, golden waves rippled outwards like a tide, reaching every corner of Asgard.

This is Odin's clarion call to war!

After the sound wave flashed, Odin immediately raised the Gungnir, and a great golden light shone forth, as if transforming into a giant cross that engulfed Odin himself.

His immense divine power made him look like a shining sun!

"Die, you filthy vermin!"

Odin went all out with this attack!

The terrifying Odin Force emanated from the Long Spear, and for a moment it seemed as if the entire universe of Asgard trembled.

Malekith panicked instantly.

He estimated Odin's strength based on Bor's strength, but now it seems he completely underestimated Odin's power!

Odin, who is about to enter a deep slumber, may not be able to fight for long. Perhaps after this attack, he will immediately fall into a weakened state, and it is possible that he will die. But he will have to live to see that day!

The moment Malekith saw Odin make his move, he realized he was in trouble; he couldn't withstand that attack!

Even the Cursed Warrior couldn't withstand it!

When Odin raised the spear, the immense power almost suffocated him.

"It's over!"

"I should have listened to Loki and come back in a few days..."

Malekith was filled with regret, deep regret. Just as he was in despair, a dark green shadow suddenly appeared before him. Loki immediately raised his hands and shouted, "Father, don't shoot! It's me!"

The golden light paused for a moment, then vanished without a trace.

Thump!!

Odin, behind the golden light, looked weary and furious. His remaining eye glared at Loki, and he roared hoarsely, "Loki!"

"So it was you who brought the Dark Elf here?!"

He still held the Gungnir, but ultimately did not plunge it into Loki's chest. Instead, he panted, seemingly waiting for Loki to give him an explanation.

Loki sneered, "Father, the Dark Elf asked me to deliver a message to you—"

Sizzle!

With a soft thud, a silver blade suddenly appeared from behind Odin, piercing his chest from behind. Odin's face contorted with pain and disbelief, and he let out a mournful cry.

The Loki figure that had blocked Malekith's path vanished like a phantom, and another Loki appeared behind Odin, whispering in Odin ear, "Old man, hand over the Aether Particle and the throne of Asgard!"

He drew his dagger, Odin's blood splattered all over the ground.

Malekith, upon witnessing this scene, burst into laughter.

He truly hadn't expected Loki to be so useful, not only helping him deflect Odin's most terrifying attack but also severely injuring Odin. Now, there was truly nothing in Asgard that could stop him.

"Well done, Loki."

He praised, looking at Odin as if he were looking at an old dog.

The aged and severely injured God King stumbled and fell against the wall, still looking somewhat imposing, but he was nothing more than a trapped beast.

"Hand over the Aether Particle, Odin, or die!"

Odin clutched his wound. Loki's seemingly ordinary dagger actually possessed powerful magic that could limit his healing abilities. He appeared weak and listless, yet still bit his bleeding dagger, looking at Malekith with pity.

"I will not hand over the Aether Particle, and you have no idea what kind of demon you have unleashed."

"It's you. I don't know what kind of enemy you're facing."

Malekith coldly stepped forward, grabbed Odin by the neck, and lifted the seemingly strong, walrus-like old man by one arm, threatening, "Die, or hand over the Aether Particle!"

However, Odin simply smiled.

Malekith felt slighted and was about to instruct the Cursed Warrior to bind Odin and take him back to Svartalfheim for interrogation, but before he could speak, he sensed something was wrong.

A burst of green divine power instantly spread out behind Odin.

"Loki?"

"It wasn't me!"

Loki raised his hands to show his innocence, while cautiously taking a step back.

He knew perfectly well what was coming.

His sister, whom he had never met.

Boom!!!

Space distorted, a passage opened, and then a dense power of death was released from the void. Then, a woman with tattered clothes and disheveled hair walked out of it.

"Ah--"

Hela took a blissful breath of Asgard air. The familiar Asgard gave her unparalleled power, and the pervasive smell of blood made her even more satisfied.

Malekith was somewhat puzzled by this unexpected woman. He frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

But Hela ignored him and instead looked at Odin with a mocking expression.

"Look who this is!"

"My poor father, betrayed by his own son, has ended up in this tragic state. How pitiful."

Her face showed mockery and excitement, but not a trace of sympathy for her father. She coldly pointed at Malekith and said sharply:

"I told you long ago! These vermin living in the gutter should all be killed without exception! Let their blood flow across every inch of Svartalfheim!"

But what about you?

"You killed so many people, and now you want to whitewash everything? Do you think that by killing all those who know your ugly history, you're a naturally benevolent king?"

Hela...

Odin made a hoarse sound in his throat, reaching out towards Hela as if begging.

He knew his daughter misunderstood him, but he never expected it to be this thorough.

However, he also knew that Hela's resentment towards him was something he should bear. He was the one who turned Hela into this state, and in the end, he imprisoned her in Helheim without explanation, only death.

And now, naturally, he cannot get his daughter's forgiveness either.

Hela looked down at his outstretched hand, and silently extended her own.

However, from the shadow of that hand, a black Death Blades flew out, mercilessly piercing Odin's chest and taking Odin life.

Malekith and Loki were both stunned.

Malekith was killed by Hela, who was the only one who might know the whereabouts of the Aether Particle, while Loki was Odin by Hela herself.

He had heard that his older sister was somewhat ruthless, but he never imagined she would be this ruthless!

Odin was so powerful, how could he just kill him like that?

Even during her most rebellious period, when Odin was still asleep and she didn't actually kill him, Hela showed no mercy.

However, he thought about how Hela had made great contributions to Odin, yet she was sealed away for thousands of years, which seemed quite tragic.

Loki scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Who is actually the adopter?

Why did he feel like he was the happiest person in the family?

Hela watched as Odin's body dissolved into golden light, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She lifted her chin, ran her hands through her hair, and the Death’s Crown bloomed like thorns. In the blink of an eye, her tattered clothes were restored to their original state along with her divine power.

"Then," she turned arrogantly to Malekith.

"Why aren't you kneeling down to greet your queen?"