A Kind Father, a Smiling Daughter, Deeply Moving

"I'll take freedom for myself. As for being king... heh, you think you deserve it?"

Hela made no attempt to hide her contempt for Russell. It was not contempt for his strength, but for his words and behavior. From beginning to end, he had not shown the slightest quality of a king.

"I think I'm doing fine!"

Russell grinned and raised his hand, hurling the Spear of Condensed Dark Energy.

At the same time, Hela pressed her hand downward, and countless black weapons shot forth like a torrential rainstorm. From afar, they resembled an impenetrable black flood crashing down, dark and oppressive enough to make one struggle for breath.

The black spear tore through the void like scissors cutting cloth. Wherever it passed, it pulled open a black curtain, devouring all things with boundless darkness.

The highly concentrated Dark Energy split into physical forms. The spear divided in midair again and again, transforming into thousands in an instant as the curtain was completely drawn open.

A black wall that blotted out the sky crushed downward. The flood of black weapons slammed into it, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, shattering on contact.

After countless sharp cracks of twisting and snapping metal, the weapons scattered in every direction. The black wall that devoured all things continued onward, pouncing directly at Hela.

A complete crushing advantage in both quantity and quality!

Hela's pupils narrowed. She leaped down from the spiked mountain, raising both arms as every mountain blade across the eighth-layer continent rose into the air and shot toward the dark wall in clusters.

These mountain blades had all been created by Hela's power. Even after leaving her body, they remained under her command.

During her endless years of imprisonment, Hela had imagined meeting Odin many times. That was why