Odin's army closed in, the Goddess of Death stood alone
The blinding golden light, like molten lava, forcefully poured into Lynn's retina.
He had to shield his eyes with the back of his hand. His bones cracked under the terrifying pressure, and the muscles in his knees spasmed violently—the instinctive reaction of a mortal body to submit to the descent of Deity.
But Lynn clenched his teeth and straightened his back. His mouth was filled with the nauseating taste of blood.
"Boom--"
The Eight-Legged divine horse Sleipnir stomped heavily on the void, creating a visible golden shockwave. The dense Death Energy that had been shrouding Helheim was rapidly melted away like snow under the scorching sun under the Impact of this shockwave, emitting a piercing hissing sound and filling the air with an unpleasant burnt smell.
Lynn peered through his fingers and saw the scene in the sky.
It was a grand picture that could completely sway one's will to resist.
Thousands of golden airships hovered in the clouds, their Main Cannon fully charged, their muzzles gleaming with a destructive White Light. Below the airships stretched an endless array of Asgard heavy infantry, their golden armor forming a golden sea, their spears like a forest, their shields like mountains.
At the very front of the army, Odin, wielding the Gungnir, coldly gazed down with his single eye at the dilapidated Underworld Palace.
Hela.
Odin spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like rolling thunder, exploding in everyone's eardrums and making Lynn's chest heave.
Your ambitions have crossed the line.
Hela whirled around, shielding Lynn behind her. Her messy black hair flew wildly in the wind, and her pale face was contorted with extreme anger.
"Crossing the line?" Hela raised her head, pointed at Odin in the sky, and let out a shrill and maniacal laugh. "Old man! When you climbed the Throne over countless corpses, why didn't you say you crossed the line? Every inch of these Nine Realms ' territory, wasn't it fought for you by me?!"
She suddenly opened her arms, and jet-black Death Force surged from her palms, transforming into countless Night Sky Sword, which hovered in mid-air.
"Now that you're firmly seated on your Throne, you think you can just throw me away like trash? Dream on!"
Hela's roar echoed through the Underworld, but all that responded to her was Odin's cold, unwavering gaze and the resounding thud of Asgard spears striking the ground in perfect unison.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The war drums beat.
"Fire." Odin didn't waste any words, pressing down slightly on the Gungnir in his hand.
"Boom boom boom--!"
In the sky, thousands of magical Main Cannon roared simultaneously. Blue and white energy beams poured down like a dense rainstorm onto the black earth of the Underworld.
Carnage, a one-sided Carnage.
Hela's prized Undead Legion was as fragile as paper toys under the combined firepower of the Asgard regular army. The Ghoul and skeletons that crawled out of the swamp didn't even have time to let out a roar before they were vaporized in the blinding beams of energy, leaving not even ashes behind.
"Kill!"
The Asgard heavy infantry phalanx descended from the sky like a golden torrent of steel, crashing into the remnants of the undead army. Shields slammed, spears thrust. The disorganized and disorganized carcasses were instantly sliced and crushed.
Lynn leaned against the cold stone pillar, watching all of this with a cold eye.
He remained silent, nor did he attempt to give orders. Faced with overwhelming force, any tactic was futile. Moreover, this was precisely the situation he desired.
The more desperate Hela, the more abandoned she was by everyone, the more his next actions would shatter her soul completely.
"Get out of here! All of you, get out of here!"
Hela went mad. She watched helplessly as her last remaining forces were slaughtered, her eyes Scarlet and almost dripping with blood. She waved her hands, and Night Sky Sword rained down on the flying ships in the sky.
But Odin merely snorted coldly.
The tip of the Gungnir burst forth with dazzling divine light, erecting a massive golden shield in mid-air. The Night Sky Sword struck the shield, producing a series of crisp clanging sounds before breaking and falling to the ground.
"You have lost, Hela." Odin's voice carried a condescending pity. "Your Valkyries guard has been wiped out, your undead army is utterly defeated. You are all alone now."
These words were like a poisoned knife, piercing Hela's heart with deadly precision.
She looked around.
The once crowded Underworld Palace was now deserted. The ground was littered with charred pits and mangled bones. There were no cheers, no followers, only endless silence and the cold, golden ocean in the sky.
Isolated and helpless.
He was abandoned by everyone.
Hela's shoulders trembled slightly. Her once-proud Death Force was compressed to a thin layer around her body under Odin's oppressive aura. She gritted her teeth, staring intently at her father in the sky, her eyes brimming with intense resentment and despair.
"I haven't lost yet..." she murmured to herself, her voice revealing an undeniable weakness.
Lynn watched Hela's trembling back, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
The time is right.
"This farce must end." Odin raised the Gungnir.
This time, he did not order an attack, but instead aimed his spear directly at Hela in front of the palace gate.
"As the Eldest Princess of Asgard, I grant you my final mercy." Odin's single eye flashed with a cold light. "I will strip you of your divine power and seal you forever in the Abyss of Helheim. Until the Nine Realms are destroyed, you will never set foot outside this place again!"
The moment the words fell, a ball of destructive divine power, a hundred times more dazzling than the sun, condensed at the tip of the Gungnir.
The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to visibly distort. This power was enough to pierce through stars and to forever nail Hela's soul to the pillar of shame.
In the sky, all the Asgard soldiers held their breath.
They looked down at the solitary Goddess of Death, and behind her, the blood-soaked, swaying mortal.
To everyone else, that mortal was nothing more than a plaything captured by Hela. Faced with the ultimate Divine Punishment unleashed by the God-King, this insect, who could barely stand, would be so terrified that it would scramble away from that doomed place in the next second.
Odin didn't even glance at Lynn.
"Accept your judgment, Hela."
The light on the Gungnir reached its zenith; the Divine Punishment of destruction was about to fall.
In the midst of this deathly silence under the watchful eyes of everyone, a piercing scraping sound suddenly came from behind Hela.
"Sizzle--"
Lynn's blood-stained hands gripped the Obsidian floor tiles so tightly that he managed to step out from behind the stone pillar with one leg.