Who Was More Stubborn

The thunderous blast of a horn resounded through most of the Milky Way. Countless intelligent beings set aside their work and looked up at the roar descending from the heavens. Technologically advanced planets dispatched all kinds of probes into space to gather information, while intelligent beings from civilizations with few traces of technology declared it to be a divine miracle displayed by their own gods.

The Asgardians felt it most deeply.

Everyone, whether in Asgard or elsewhere, felt a surge of passion rise from the depths of their souls. Whether it was Thor, Loki, or the Valkyrie far away on some distant alien world, they each stepped outside, raised their weapons, and silently offered their blessings.

"Who is sounding the horn... Someone this powerful definitely isn't Heimdall. Is it Odin?" In Hel, Hela, dressed in a dark green robe with black hair cascading down her back, stepped out of the palace. She gazed into the distance and listened to the familiar horn, her heart stirring.

Had the moment foretold by prophecy arrived? It seemed to have come much earlier than expected, but the horn's call, the fall of the God King, and the coming of Ragnarok all matched the scene described in the prophecy.

For a moment, Hela hesitated.

Meanwhile, the battle had reached a critical point.

This strike would definitely hit. At this moment, Odin's confidence was incomparably strong. Gungnir already possessed the attribute of never missing. Before, he had worried that it might not be enough against a god of Galactus's level, but now, after a prolonged charge bolstered by the faith of the Asgardians, Odin was certain that this spear would pierce Planet Devourer.

"Feel Asgard's wrath!" The warhorse had accelerated to its limit, leaving less than fifty meters between them. Its hind legs pushed off, launching