"Very good."
Ultron nodded in satisfaction. Then, he raised his hand, and six streams of differently colored light flew into Hela's body. Hela's body and clothes rapidly recovered.
Soon, Hela returned to being the imposing Death Goddess she once was. Of course, her dark circles remained—they were her trademark.
"My power has returned."
Hela was overjoyed. However, this power came from Ultron. He could take it back at any time, and every bit she used was a bit less.
"The power of the Infinity Stones?"
Hela asked, "I never expected you to have collected all the Infinity Stones. Odin once had his eye on them too, but for some reason, he suddenly gave up collecting the Gems."
"That's his business. Hela, gather your old subordinates here and await my summons."
Ultron did not say much. He activated the Space Stone and vanished.
Ultron's attitude left Hela somewhat dissatisfied, but she shook her head. Revenge came first.
"Thor, my dear little brother, I'll be coming for you soon."
Hela gritted her teeth. At that moment, a memory suddenly flooded her mind—an absurd memory of living with Odin.
In that memory, she was a carefree little girl. Every day, she was either playing around everywhere or going against Odin.
As for Odin, although she made him shout in frustration every time, he had never truly blamed her. The two were like a real father and daughter, full of warmth.
"There must be something wrong with my head. When I was young, all I had was training, punishment, and slaughter."
Hela's expression was somewhat complicated. Then she shook her head, and her face turned cold again.
She was Hela, the Death Goddess, Odin's weapon of war.
Hela shouted, "Fenrir, and my Death Soldiers, rise again."
Ultron's next target was Dormammu of the