Hela, Zombies

After leaving God's Quarry, the Fates had no divine power left to feed on, so they could only risk attacking the various minor pantheons.

Then, the three of them finally kicked an iron plate and drew out Hela.

"We have no intention of becoming enemies with Asgard! We don't want this either! If our old lair hadn't been destroyed, we wouldn't have ended up wandering the multiverse!"

The Fates fought Hela with grim expressions, each of them livid.

Four figures darted through the main universe, erupting into fierce clashes from time to time.

With a casual exchange of glances, viciousness and greed appeared on the Fates' faces. Ever since Donnie had destroyed the countless statues they had spent endless years collecting, they had lost their food source and could only attack weak demigods.

Attacking Asgard had originally been the three sisters' plan. Together, they possessed the combat power of Level Seven and were skilled in the magic of destiny and prophecy. If they succeeded, they could immediately hide themselves, and no one would ever find them.

After going to great lengths to locate the badly weakened, barely surviving Asgard, they chose their moment and attempted to abduct civilians while Thor was away.

Yet they had provoked Hela instead.

The old woman had already been in a foul mood. With enemies coming to her door, she naturally pursued them relentlessly, trying to vent the frustration in her heart.

The Fates withdrew with dark expressions. Hela's formidable combat power had made them feel pressured.

Just then, a terrifying sense of lifeless silence shook the entire universe. The battle between the four instantly stalled, and the suffocating sensation that made souls tremble and froze life itself left them hardly daring to breathe.

A streak of despairing darkness descended, instantly transforming into a heavy