Hela finally made her move.
The resentment she had bottled up for ten thousand years, along with the fury she had been forcibly made to suppress upon escaping her confinement, made it impossible for her to tolerate the faint disdain in Guilliman's gaze—especially when he wanted her to "surrender without resistance."
She was the Goddess of Death, the conqueror of Asgard!
Even though she sensed something strange about the atmosphere around her, she would never allow herself to be treated with such contempt!
"You think you can make me surrender without resistance? Dream on!" Hela shrieked as divine power of death surged from her body. She abandoned her attack on Odin and poured all her fury and killing intent upon Guilliman!
The pitch-black Sword of Death transformed into a sky full of sword shadows, carrying the law-bound power to corrode life and wither all things as it engulfed Guilliman!
Watching this scene, Odin felt as though he had swallowed a fly.
He wearily closed his single eye, his heart filled with bitterness.
Thor, Loki, and now Hela... all three of his children had, in their own ways, provoked this terrifying Imperium that they simply could not contend with.
He had truly failed as a father.
Faced with Hela's all-out assault, Guilliman's expression remained unchanged.
The Sword of Order in his hand danced, forming an indestructible wall of blue light that blocked every deathly sword shadow in the sky.
The power of order and the power of death collided fiercely, unleashing an endless shriek of energy.
Hela had only just broken free from her seal and had already fought Odin in a fierce battle. She had expended a tremendous amount of divine power and was far from her peak.
Guilliman, meanwhile, had been waiting at ease. His strength was at its