The strength in Hela's hands kept growing.
Asgard's energy gathered around her in an endless stream.
Finally, with a metallic clang, Apocalypse seemed unable to hold on, and she wrenched herself free.
At the same time.
Something seemed to veil the surrounding air, flashing past in an instant.
But Hela, immersed in her immense power, failed to notice this detail.
Her short hair... stirred without a breeze, barely managing a flutter, as though making a token effort to mark her resurgence.
Hela sensed how awkward her hair looked, and her expression grew even angrier.
"Hah!"
She let out a sharp cry!
A massive spike erupted from the ground, forcing Apocalypse back.
"Even if you're a prince appointed by that old man, I must kill you today!"
As the queen of Asgard, not even Odin had been able to subdue her.
Now Apocalypse, a complete stranger, had humiliated her again and again.
Hela had long since been consumed by fury.
Enormous spikes erupted endlessly from the ground, driving Apocalypse back step after step.
Thousands upon thousands of flying swords swarmed toward Apocalypse like a cloud of bees.
Each sword was more than a hundred times as powerful as it had been on Earth.
Apocalypse pushed against the swarm of swords, charging upstream until he reached Hela. He smiled and said, "If this is all the strength you have, you'd better surrender quietly."
"Hmph!"
With a sword in each hand, Hela fought Apocalypse at close quarters.
Wherever her blades passed, they sliced black spatial rifts into space.
Anything caught in those rifts would be cut in two.
Although Apocalypse had nothing to fear, he had no intention of testing them with his body.
He moved like a gliding dragon, dodging constantly.
For the moment, Hela could do nothing to him.
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