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A small spacecraft gradually dropped out of sublight cruise and began to decelerate.
Hela sat in the control room, her face cold and expressionless.
I'm finally almost there!
Once the spacecraft returned to normal speed, it would arrive at Asgard.
Then she could settle the score with those bastards.
Banished by a few crude spells and left drifting through the universe for so long, Hela felt utterly mocked.
As the spacecraft slowed, the familiar Asgard came into Hela's view, and a cruel expression surfaced on her face.
"Submit or die. What a simple choice..."
Hela commanded an army of the dead, though both they and her mount had been sealed beneath Asgard's treasury. As long as she could conquer Asgard, she did not care about the number of subordinates she had.
Still, for Frigga's sake, she could spare those two worthless younger brothers.
Someone had to be left alive to witness her achievements and prove that Odin had been wrong!
With those thoughts in mind, the spacecraft slowly approached Asgard—then was blown apart by defensive fire.
"Now that I've reached my destination, it hardly matters whether the ship survives. But attacking your king? You truly have a death wish."
Stepping out from the blazing explosion, Hela looked at the dense barrage hurtling toward her with mockery written across her face. She raised a hand, and countless blades shot out from behind her, piercing every defensive turret with perfect accuracy.
In terms of sheer attack density, she alone surpassed every defensive weapon in Asgard combined!
Amid the continuous explosions and gunfire, she casually stepped from the desolate void of space onto Asgard's soil.
"What a pack of cowards."
Looking up at Asgard, already enclosed within a golden force field, Hela's face twisted into a mocking smile.
At this moment, every