After finishing everything, Wenwu withdrew all the Angel Holy Fire that had enveloped Hela's body.
Hela, completely exhausted, collapsed onto the seabed, panting heavily.
Seeing her body recover at an extremely fast speed, Wenwu's gaze narrowed slightly.
Hela's battle suit shattered during the fierce battle, revealing her entire body.
As expected of a goddess, her body is pure and flawless, and her figure is stunning.
Although her appearance didn't quite match his aesthetic standards, her holy and voluptuous body alone was enough to qualify her for a place among his maids.
In less than ten seconds, Hela's body was completely restored to its peak condition.
She could feel Wenwu's gaze scrutinizing her from above, and she instantly flew into a rage. With a thought, she reconstituted her battle armor to cover her body.
But in an instant, the humiliating scene of kneeling and begging for mercy just now flooded back into his mind.
Upon sensing the dense magical restrictions deep within her soul and the undying Angel Holy Fire, Hela's face instantly turned ashen, ashen and deathly pale.
How ironic that she, the Lady Deathstrike who rules the underworld and governs all spirits, has now had her soul completely controlled and been reduced to a servant!
"Kneel down and call me master!"
Seeing her face turn pale and then flushed, filled with resentment, Wenwu coldly hissed.
Hela instinctively tried to resist, but in an instant, a tearing pain shot through the depths of her soul, and the hidden Angel Holy Fire instantly stirred.
She clearly sensed that if she dared to disobey even the slightest bit, the flames would erupt instantly and burn her soul.
The excruciating, burning pain she had just experienced was so unforgettable that the mere thought of it sent chills down her spine and made her tremble.
With utter reluctance, Hela finally knelt down, bowed her head, and said in a low voice, "Master."
"Hmph, it seems you're still unconvinced and need some discipline."
Wenwu looked at her frustrated and unwilling expression and snorted coldly.
"But let's leave it for now; we can train him slowly later. Come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wenwu turned and flew out of the deep seabed. Hela suppressed all her humiliation and silently followed behind him.
Thor was filled with admiration and worship when he saw that Wenwu had actually managed to subdue the terrifying sister.
But when he turned his head and looked at the corpses of the fallen soldiers and the Warriors Three, and recalled their tragic deaths, a surge of hatred welled up in his heart, and he wished he could kill Hela with his own hands immediately.
But he held back!
He then staggered to the shattered Mjolnir, looked at the broken pieces scattered on the ground, his face filled with grief and heartbreak.
Seeing Hela, Hela couldn't help but think to herself, " Odin, with his illustrious reputation, how could he have such a foolish son, crying and wailing over a broken hammer? It's ridiculous."
Seeing this, Wenwu was speechless. He then suggested that Thor go to the Dwarf Kingdom and ask the Dwarves to reforge a divine weapon exclusively for the king.
He also explained to Queen Frigga that he needed to use the dwarves' forging techniques to create his own unique artifact.
Without the slightest hesitation, Queen Frigga readily agreed.
This is a divine weapon forged by their benefactor who saved Asgard, it's nothing!
"Mr. Wenwu, I will take you to the Dwarven Kingdom now, and while I'm at it, I'll repair my Mjolnir!"
Let's go.
Wenwu nodded slightly, his expression calm and composed.
Soon Thor and Heimdall led the Wenwu to the Bifrost Palace, with Hela following silently at the back with a cold expression.
Hela has now completely become his subordinate, obediently following behind without uttering a word.
Upon arriving at the Bifrost Palace, Heimdall raised his hand and plunged the Sword of Eternity into it, instantly activating the Bifrost teleportation device.
"Buzz--!"
A dazzling seven-colored beam of light instantly enveloped everyone, causing the space to violently distort and swirl.
In the next instant, the group traversed distant dimensions and landed in the Nidavellir dwarf star system deep within the universe.
Looking out, a giant ring-shaped forging array floats in the entire starry sky, with blazing flames of stars surging and endless scorching light illuminating the entire void.
Standing atop the forge platform was a burly dwarf with large hands and a weathered face— Eitri, the king of the Dwarves.
Inside the workshop below, hundreds of dwarves were busy forging various divine weapons and artifacts for Asgard.
"Your Highness Thor!"
When Eitri saw Thor, he immediately bowed in greeting, and the dwarves behind him also stopped what they were doing and followed suit.
Wenwu looked at the group of dwarves in front of him with great interest.
Although they are called dwarfs, they are all over three meters tall. They just have thick, sturdy torsos, short legs, and long bodies, making them look shorter than they actually are.
Eitri's gaze swept over the unfamiliar Wenwu and military officials and the icy-faced Hela, and he asked, "Your Highness, who are these two?"
"Oh, this is Mr. Wenwu, from Midgard, the newly crowned God-King, and the great benefactor who just saved all of Asgard!"
Thor quickly began to introduce himself, his tone extremely respectful.
" The Midgard... the newly crowned God-King?"
Eitri's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with shock.
The Nine Realms have always been ruled by Asgard, and Midgard is merely one of the Nine Realms. When did a God-King emerge from there?
If a new god-king were to emerge in Midgard, how would Asgard maintain its position?
"Greetings, Your Majesty the God-King!"
Eitri was deeply moved, but dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately bowed respectfully.
No need for such formalities.
Wenwu waved his hand casually, his attitude indifferent.
Thor then briefly told Eitri the devastating news of Odin's fall and return to Valhalla.
Upon learning of Odin's passing, Eitri was filled with sorrow.
He had long known that Odin's time was coming to an end, but he never expected it to come so suddenly.
Upon hearing that Hela had broken free of her seal and slaughtered many Asgard warriors, his gaze towards Hela instantly filled with intense hostility.
" Eitri, you don't need to worry about her. My sister has now fallen and is under Mr. Wenwu's control, practically a prisoner."
Thor glanced at Hela beside him, then smiled broadly at Eitri.
Hela frowned deeply, her cold eyes glaring fiercely at Thor.
She was filled with resentment and anger. If it weren't for Wenwu's restraint, she would definitely teach this arrogant younger brother a lesson again.
Thor completely ignored Hela's rage, raised his hand and took out a pile of broken fragments of Mjolnir, handing them to Eitri.
"My Mjolnir was crushed by Hela, and I've come here to ask for your help in repairing it."
Eitri looked down at the shattered fragments of Uru Divine Steel scattered on the ground, then looked at Hela in shock.
Mjolnir is a top-tier artifact in the universe, incredibly hard, yet it was crushed by someone's bare hands—it's utterly unbelievable!
At that moment, he fully understood just how terrifying this Lady Deathstrike, sealed away by Odin, truly was.
"It can be repaired. However, His Highness Thor is now the new King of Asgard and can fully inherit the original power of Asgard."
Here I keep a mold of a battle axe that was authorized by His Majesty Odin and forged using the power of the God-King's authority.
"Does Prince Thor intend to repair Mjolnir, or choose this brand-new battle axe?"
Eitri explained earnestly to Thor.