The shouts of battle outside the wall continued. Deathstroke and Hela, both in disguise, mingled with the crowd and watched the moving scene of Baldr reuniting with everyone.
This guy really was popular. Whether it was the Warriors Three, Heimdall, or nameless warriors Su Ming did not recognize, he could chat with them all easily and cheerfully, as though they had met just yesterday.
He asked about their families and spoke of his own circumstances. He was smooth and sociable without losing his forthrightness, smiling all the while like the sun.
"He really is a born diplomat. At least compared to his combat strength, his mouth is far more formidable."
Through his connection with Strangle, Deathstroke silently communicated with Hela.
Amid the black snow, an inconspicuous nanoscopic thread connected their feet. Linking it to their nerves enabled high-speed wired information transfer. They merely had to remember that the right half of Hela's body was dead and completely devoid of sensation, so it could only connect to the left side, where her heart was.
"Isn't it because everyone else is too stupid?" Hela, disguised as Hera, secretly rolled her eyes.
"You're not wrong." Su Ming, disguised as a burly warrior, folded his arms. A freshly felled tree trunk from the forest stood beside him. "The Einherjar won't hold out for long. Don't leave my side later."
"You're that sure? Then why did Odin spend countless years gathering sixty million souls?" The goddess covered her face with both hands, maintaining her crying expression as her shoulders trembled.
As the God of the Underworld, Hela was the very embodiment of being bloodless and tearless, but magic could accomplish many things.
"The times have changed, Hela. In Odin's old way of thinking, more is better and bigger is more beautiful, but technology will always