Did My Magic Make You Sick? Throw It All into the Sun!

Thor roared.

His personal weapon, which had accompanied him for years, had shattered into a pile of debris right before his eyes.

Thor was filled with both shock and fury.

Fortunately, without the support of Asgard itself, Hela's power was ultimately limited.

"Poor little thing. Does it hurt?" Hela's voice held not the slightest trace of warmth. "Did no one tell you that Gungnir, the weapon in Odin's hands, was once snapped in half by me?"

Gulp!

A remarkably clear sound of swallowing came from behind him.

Ren turned his head.

Loki's knees had given out, and he had collapsed to the ground in an utterly submissive pose, as if he had completely abandoned resistance. However, no one could say what kind of scheme the God of Lies was plotting deep inside.

"Loki, put away those little calculations in your head, or I'll deal with you too later." Ren tossed out the warning without courtesy, then fixed his gaze on Hela.

The woman before him was definitely a tough opponent.

Seeing Ren stride forward and stand in front of the brothers, Hela looked him over several more times.

Suddenly, her expression shifted. Fury began to burn wildly in her eyes.

"I recognize the scent on you!"

"You were the one who joined forces with Odin to seal me away all those years ago!"

"And today, you actually dared to come looking for death!"

Hela instantly went berserk.

Her long hair billowed backward and transformed into a pitch-black, razor-sharp crown in the blink of an eye. The armor on her body twisted into a sinister, ghastly green.

Ren had just been preparing to fight when his opponent suddenly stopped.

"No."

"Killing you outright would be too merciful. I want you to experience what it means to wish you were dead."

"Death