Broken Rebirth

Chen Changsheng still smiled without saying a word at Grandmaster's remark. His brother's judgment was as poor as ever. As the saying went: a gamble whose outcome was unknown was gambling; a gamble whose outcome was known was investment.

Hela's undead army kept tightening the encirclement, intent on driving all the rebels toward the end of the Bifrost and casting them into the void.

Hela herself grew fiercer the longer she fought. She weathered the torrential bombardment of thunder head-on, wielding her two short swords in a seamless dance that bloomed into deadly flowers of death.

Thor, holding Gungnir, was suppressed without the slightest ability to fight back. In the end, Odin's divine spear was actually severed by Hela's necromantic sword and abandoned on the Bifrost like a piece of scrap metal.

At the end of the Bifrost, the Asgardian civilians following Thor fled in terror. The long line cried and shoved its way toward a spaceship—this was their final escape.

As the battle developed, Grandmaster beside Chen Changsheng grew more and more excited. Violence and gambling—those two factors had struck right at his weak spot.

Just as Hela seized Thor by the throat with one hand and dragged him across the Bifrost like a beaten dog, the Glorious Palace at the center of the Asgardian Divine Realm suddenly exploded from within!

The countless years of accumulated glory belonging to the Asgardian race vanished into ash at that moment. Immediately afterward, a gigantic, lava-flowing figure thundered up from the depths beneath the earth...

The Fire Giant! Surtur! The fearsome warrior destined by prophecy to destroy the Asgardian Divine Realm had awakened.

Rewinding a moment, while Thor and Hela were locked in fierce battle, Loki, the God of Mischief, quietly infiltrated Asgard's treasury.

This was the final strategy he had discussed