The Return of the "God of Thunder", Still Giving a Brutal Beating

"Fandral? Volstagg? Hogun?"

"Why is it you three?!"

After recognizing the three people who blocked the fatal blow for him, Thor was both startled and overjoyed.

Fandral said without looking back, "Your Highness, you are no match for her at all. Take this chance and run!"

Volstagg and Hogun stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Fandral.

The two said in unison, "We will give everything we have to hold her back!"

Hela said nothing, merely holding a ball of black light imbued with profound death energy, looking completely calm.

"Run?" Thor struggled to pull himself free from the wall, walking over to the side of the Warriors Three's souls. While loosening his shoulders, he said, "When have I ever run away on my own initiative?!"

At this moment, his eyes were red and filled with tears.

"To be able to fight side by side with you again..."

"This feels simply amazing!"

"Brothers!"

The three Fandrals turned their heads to look at Thor, then exchanged glances. Happy smiles appeared on all three of their illusory faces at the same time.

"Hahahaha!"

"Well said! Your Highness!"

"The feeling of death is just terrible! I've missed the days of drinking fine wine and eating chunks of meat with you, and fighting side by side against enemies, more than anything else!!!"

"Are you done reminiscing, my foolish subterranean?" Hela asked coldly.

She straightened her right arm, her palm aimed right at the four of them.

That ball of black light quivered, as if it could be launched at any second.

Thor raised a hand and thumped his own chest, bracing his shoulders and shouting, "Come on!"

"Tsk~" Hela shook her head disdainfully, and said, "Three fragile souls, plus a good-for-nothing who has all the potential in the world but utterly lacks the