Alvin shook his head in frustration and let out a long sigh...
Looking at Surtur, who still had one leg stuck in the ground, Alvin imitated Zhang Fei at Changban Slope in the old opera and blustered, "You won't fight, but you won't retreat either. What's the deal?"
The Ancient One had no idea what Alvin was talking about. She shook her head and sighed. "You need to make him hand over the Heart of Lava willingly..."
Alvin laughed at the Ancient One's suggestion and pointed at the furious Surtur...
The old fellow was so tall that, once he stood up, his head would hit the roof of the palace. He didn't look like the sort of Demon who'd be easy to reason with.
If someone grabbed Alvin by the neck and demanded he hand over everything he owned, Alvin figured he'd smash their brains out.
"If this guy really is that powerful, why would he hand it over?
I can't prove I can kill him, either. If I did prove it, he'd be dead..."
Alvin shook his head in annoyance. "What a load of crap."
Maybe Alvin's helpless expression felt like an insult to Hela...
The newly crowned queen gathered her power and conjured more than a dozen black swords, hurling them at Surtur...
Then Hela looked coldly at the Ancient One and said, "Then we don't need it. Asgard is still Asgard without the Bifrost...
"We conquered the Nine Realms with brave soldiers, not the Bifrost..."
Surtur was instantly stabbed through dozens of times.
But a few seconds later, lava welled up inside him and filled his wounds, restoring him to normal...
Alvin glared at the stubborn Hela. "Are you crazy?
"That's your family's foundation. Why are you attacking him?"
Hela sounded a little aggrieved. "Then why are