Captured Alive

The sun went out once again. Hela, who had been watching Loki and Deadpool struggle beneath Yggdrasil, suddenly froze. She had just received a declaration of war—a challenge delivered through the special channels between Hells.

Helheim was rather unique by nature, conceptually half Hell and half Underworld. She herself was half-dead and half-alive, both a Hell Lord and the Goddess of Death.

But the problem was that she knew the Hell declaring war on her, yet the Hell Lord who had challenged her was completely unfamiliar.

Who was Magik?

Even after racking her mind through every demon lineage, she still had no clue. It was as though this person had appeared out of nowhere.

But after glancing again at Loki, who was struggling on the brink of madness, she did not ask. Since war had been declared, she would face it head-on.

Even though half the undead of the Underworld had already been turned into plush toys—living plush toys, at that—beneath the black earth, she still had ten billion undead.

Just as she was about to say something, a deafening boom rang out. A mushroom cloud slowly rose on the distant horizon, yellow flames mixed amid the thick black smoke, forming a huge smiling face.

By then, Loki had already been turned into a fish by Deadpool. He flopped about on the ground, clearly in no position to offer any useful advice.

"I'm going back to take a look. You'd better deal with that Joker over there quickly."

Hela left those words behind, then turned into a cloud of black smoke and vanished.

Loki looked in the direction Hela had departed. He knew perfectly well that this was a trap. After all, he had only targeted Deadpool, while the other side's Deathstroke was still operating normally.

He knew exactly how