The clash of blades and flesh, the contest between roars and wails.
Enemies fell one after another, while Asgardians likewise died where they stood.
It was not only Frost Giants who lost their heads. Heisenberg even saw many warriors who had once greeted him leave their heads behind on the battlefield where they fought for honor.
Watching life after life fade away, Heisenberg let out a long sigh.
Whenever war began, the scenes before him were inevitable. He had long grown used to them, yet could never truly get used to them.
At this moment, all he could do was silently forget everything that had just happened.
He shifted his gaze from a corner of the battlefield to the heavens. Like a god, he looked down, doing nothing but watching every minute and every second unfold before him.
The moment the shockwaves kicked up by the Black Order's artillery fire completely dissipated, Hela reacted at once.
"Loki, leave the Frost Giants to you!
As for these sudden enemies, Thor and I will meet them together!"
"Got it, sis!"
Upon receiving the order, Thor gave an excited roar, then swung his great hammer and charged toward the warships emerging from the planet's dark side.
The legion under his command immediately carved a path through the Frost Giants.
Led by Sif, the Thor-aligned Legion Commanders, including Volstagg and the others, also hurriedly broke out of the battlefield.
As steadfast Legion Commanders of Thor's faction, their blade was naturally Thor himself.
For a time, the finest Berserkers slammed fiercely into the army of the Black Order's general.
As Thanos's troops, the Black Order's soldiers were an exceptionally motley collection.
That was because their general had always been Thanos's vanguard.
Whenever they invaded a planet, his forces were always the first to unleash slaughter.