The madness of awakened memories, the Goddess of Death tears through the seal
The temperature in the Abyss of the Underworld dropped below freezing.
A pungent smell of sulfur mingled with a thick, pungent stench of blood, churning violently in the enclosed underground space. The shattered remains of the Obsidian Throne lay scattered across the ground, the five thick, Dark Gold Chains broken into dozens of pieces, haphazardly crashing against the cold rocks.
Hela stood barefoot on a fragment of Magic Array imbued with remnants of Odinforce.
"Laugh--"
The remaining golden divine light touched the skin on the soles of her feet, instantly scorching a patch of black. But Hela didn't even flinch. She seemed to have completely lost the sense of pain, standing there blankly, her hands tightly gripping her shoulders, her nails digging deep into her flesh, creating ten deep, bone-revealing grooves.
Black divine blood trickled down her pale arm, dripping and splashing onto the ground.
Her mind was about to explode.
That sudden, horrific memory was like a rusty saw, tearing at the deepest part of her soul. The man in the black shirt, the arrogant mortal who dared to point his finger at Odin and hurl insults, the madman who, at the last moment, roughly pushed her away and faced the Gungnir himself.
Ashes danced in the air.
That damned smile at the corner of his mouth, brimming with both endless tenderness and mockery.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be waiting for you at the end of death."
These words echoed in Hela's ears again and again, blurring her vision and causing her heart to spasm.
"Liar..." Hela suddenly bent over, letting out a Beast -like roar. She stretched out her blood-stained hands and frantically clawed at the void, trying to piece together the ashes that did not exist at all.
They missed.
She grasped nothing but the chilling Death Energy.
The extreme emptiness instantly transformed into a twisted and violent rage. Hela abruptly straightened up, her once dark and deep eyes now completely filled with Scarlet blood vessels.
"Who gave you permission to die?"
Hela bit her lower lip nervously, drawing blood. Black Death Energy surged wildly around her, transforming into tangible blades that carved countless bottomless ravines into the surrounding rock walls.
"You are mine. Your life, your soul, every single hair on your head—they are all mine! What right does that old bastard Odin have to kill you? What right does death have to take you away?"
She suddenly raised her head, and the Black Thorn Crown on her head, formed from pure Death Energy, stood upright, exuding a madness that seemed to want to tear the entire universe apart.
Even if I cut you into a thousand pieces, even if I turn the Nine Realms upside down, I will piece you back together... and then, with the thickest chains, I will lock you beneath my Throne, and you will never be allowed to go anywhere!
"Boom!"
Above the Abyss of the Underworld, at the gap in the torn seal, a blinding beam of seven-colored light suddenly descended.
The light from the Bifrost illuminated this land of eternal night. Hundreds of fully armed Asgard Golden Armored Guards, wielding heavy spears and energy shields, led by a One-Eyed Commander, charged into the Underworld as if facing a formidable enemy.
They were a suicide squad sent by Odin to suppress the seal.
"Form ranks!" The One-Eyed Commander stared at the blood-soaked, disheveled woman below, his palms sweating profusely as he gripped his gun. But he mustered his courage and roared, "Hela! The God-King orders you to retreat to the Abyss immediately, or else..."
"Otherwise what?"
The chilling, piercing voice exploded directly in the One-Eyed Commander's ears.
The commander's pupils constricted sharply. Hela, who was a hundred meters below him just a moment ago, had suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air. The distance between the two was less than half a meter.
He could even smell the suffocating Death Energy emanating from Hela, and the pure, murderous desire churning in her Scarlet eyes.
"You..." The commander was about to raise his spear.
Hela's gaze fell on the sharp tip of the gun.
Long spear.
That old bastard Odin pierced his chest with a gun.
"I hate guns." Hela tilted her head, a cruel smile curving her lips.
She made no unnecessary movements, simply raising her right hand and casually waving it forward.
"Pfft!"
A Night Sky Sword formed from the condensation of extreme Death Energy pierced through the void in an instant, penetrating the commander's breastplate without any resistance and pinning him firmly to the thick stone pillar behind him.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering half of Hela's face. She stuck out her tongue and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes burning with an even stronger madness.
"Open fire! Kill her!"
Upon seeing this, the Golden Armored Guards around her screamed in terror. Hundreds of magical energy beams and a dense barrage of gunfire rained down on Hela.
Faced with concentrated fire capable of destroying an army, Hela didn't even adopt a defensive stance.
She simply opened her arms, tilted her head back, and let out a piercing scream.
"Get out of here! You're too noisy, I can't hear him!"
"Boom!"
Centered on Hela, a ring of pitch-black Death Shockwave exploded outwards. The energy beams that came into contact with the Impact were instantly and silently Oblivion, like snowflakes corroded by strong acid.
Immediately afterwards, the ground of the Underworld began to tremble violently.
Thousands upon thousands of black Night Sky Sword, like dead bamboo shoots bursting from the ground, stabbed wildly out of the rocks from all directions.
"Ah--"
The screams lasted only a few seconds. Hundreds Asgard elite Asgardian guards had no chance to escape before they were pierced through the body by the black swords that stabbed out from the blind spots, and were hung high in the air like strings of candied hawthorns.
Golden blood flowed down the black blade, pooling on the ground to form a steaming river of blood.
Hela, stepping over the scattered limbs and broken bodies, ascended the steps formed by the Night Sky Sword, emerging from the Abyss of the Underworld that had imprisoned her for thousands of years.
The air outside was still murky. In the distance, the dazzling brilliance of the Golden Palace could be faintly seen.
Logically, the first thing the Goddess of Death should do upon breaking free from her seal is to storm the Golden Palace, drag the hypocritical God-King off his Throne, and use his head as a wine cup.
But Hela stopped in her tracks.
Her hatred for Odin and her desire for the Asgard throne paled in comparison to the sight of that man turning to ashes.
"No rush... I'll spare the old man's life so you can take it yourself."
Hela stood atop a towering black rock mountain and slowly closed her Scarlet eyes.
She emptied all her senses and concentrated all her Psychic Power on that extremely faint bond deep within her soul.
That was the "Death Force Affinity" that Lynn had stolen.
As long as this power remains, even if Lynn escapes to the edge of the universe, even if he truly becomes a ghost, Hela can still pull him out of Hell!
Black Death Energy swirled wildly around her, forming a huge black vortex.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Hela's eyelashes trembled suddenly.
They've caught them.
That Death Force belonging to her was pulsating in an extremely distant Dimension. Though faint, it was absolutely true!
Midgard...
Hela suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze bursting with ecstasy and extreme greed.
He's not dead!
That liar, that bastard who stole her heart, is still alive, and he's hiding right here on Earth!
But the next second, the ecstasy on Hela's face froze instantly, replaced by a chilling killing intent capable of freezing the stars.
Following that lingering connection to her soul, her keen sense of smell detected an extremely pungent odor around that familiar Death Force.
That was the rage of Chaos Magic.
It is the repulsion of Negative Zone Matrix.
It's the fishy-sweet taste of Bioelectric Charge.
The scent of a woman.
More than one. They were like a pack of she-wolves in heat, relentlessly surrounding her King Consort, and even... in her perception, that damned spider was being held in Lynn's arms!
"You bitch..."
Hela's teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding together, and the veins on her neck were bulging.
"Who gave you permission to... touch my things?!"
She suddenly drew the Night Sky Sword from her waist, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, aimed it at the empty space in front of her, and with a murderous jealousy and madness, slashed down fiercely!