Chapter 691: Battle Approaching the End
"I mentioned Thor to you before."
Yang Le shouted towards Thor at the other end of the Arena.
"My Ability is to transform into other Races and use their Power, and this Weapon of mine is naturally forged to enhance this Ability. Transforming into ordinary weapons before was just a demonstration of this Weapon's basic Ability, but now..."
"It's time to get serious!"
As soon as Yang Le finished speaking, he took a big step forward. His thigh exerted force, and the Ground under his feet instantly cracked. In the next moment, Yang Le had already appeared a hundred meters away, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to reach Thor.
Facing Yang Le's sudden attack, Thor calmly released the Thunderbolts he had accumulated for a long time. As the Hammer swung out, a Gale wrapped in Thunderbolts crashed head-on into Yang Le who was rushing over.
Who knew that Yang Le remained calm and unhurried, as if he stretched out his Right Hand. The Lightning mixed in the Storm seemed to be attracted by a lightning rod, and they detached from the Tornado one after another, flying towards Yang Le's Right Hand.
Yang Le welcomed the incoming Lightning without refusal. His Right Hand, belonging to Buzzshock, instantly absorbed all the Thunderbolts. And it wasn't over yet. The absorbed Lightning was transmitted through Yang Le's Body to his Left Hand. The originally dim Tesla Tower suddenly erupted with a burst of Sparks.
"Taste this!"
Yang Le switched his Left Hand for his Right Hand. As he stretched out his Right Hand, the Land began to tremble. Shattered Stone Blocks suddenly rose from the Ground and began to rotate under the manipulation of an invisible Power, actually turning into a Tornado composed of Sand and Stone.
This is the Power of Magneto, the original Master of Yang Le's Left Hand. Yang Le magnetized these Stone Blocks and then manipulated them with magnetic force.
The original Magneto was very strong, but it couldn't store too much Electricity itself, so its Attack Means had always been much weaker. Ordinary Magneto would need external Energy to reach Yang Le's current Strength.
Unfortunately, Magneto couldn't easily obtain Energy from the outside. They could only absorb Electricity through the slots on their backs, which was very inconvenient and would also cause Magneto to become an Electro-Magnetic Bane with very obvious Weaknesses.
But the other Buzzshock's Hand solved this Problem. Buzzshock itself has the characteristic of being able to absorb any Energy, perfectly making up for Magneto's Shortcoming, especially when facing Thunder God Thor.
As long as Thor continues to use Lightning Attacks against him, then Yang Le can obtain a continuous stream of Energy from him, and Yang Le can also use this Energy to deal with Thor in return.
Yang Le now felt like he had a blood-drinking sword. As long as he stood still, he could continuously suck Thor's Blood (Lightning).
Thor wasn't an Idiot. He had already noticed the changes in Yang Le's Ability, but now he should focus more on dealing with the upcoming Sandstorm.
The current Situation looked very unfavorable for Thor. After all, he was the Thunder God, and his strongest Lightning had been restrained by his opponent. According to Reason, he had lost his strongest Weapon.
However, Thor himself didn't think so. He was indeed the Thunder God, that's right, but it would be a big mistake to think that he could only use Lightning.
Thor laughed heartily. What he liked most was this kind of Situation of being in Danger. Only by stepping Danger under his Foot could he grow. Thunder God Thor never feared any Challenge.
"You should know, Thunderbolts are often accompanied by Storms!"
Before his Words finished, Thor once again swung Mjolnir. This time he didn't release Thunderbolts, but the Gale he stirred up was far stronger than any before. Even the Asgardian in the Audience Seats were blown off their feet. Some of them would have flown away long ago if they hadn't been grabbed by their Partners.
With such a big commotion, Odin naturally couldn't let it continue. But he didn't need to take action. Queen Frigga could easily solve it.
Queen Frigga waved her Hand, and a white Energy shot out from between her Palms, instantly sweeping across the entire Audience Seats. By the time everyone came back to their senses, a transparent Barrier had already separated them from the Battlefield, and the Gale naturally could no longer affect them.
Seeing that they were unaffected, the frenzied Audience once again cheered for the two people on the Battlefield. They really didn't even want their lives just to watch the match.
The Line of Sight returned to the Arena again. Thor had already used the Gale he stirred up to offset the Electromagnetic Sandstorm created by Yang Le. In the face of greater Power, the small waves Yang Le stirred up would inevitably dissipate without the continuous maintenance of Power.
This was within Yang Le's expectations. He didn't think that this kind of childish move could hit Thor.
After dispersing the Sandstorm, Thor also began a new round of Attack. After making a few Gestures with his Free Time Left Hand, the Land began to tremble again. A Rock suddenly burst out from Underfoot Yang Le.
Yang Le raised his Left Hand high. In a burst of Golden Light, his Left Hand transformed again, turning into a huge Pile Driver made of yellow Metal. This was Armodrillo's Arm.
He clenched his Fist and hammered it down on the Rock Block Underfoot. As the piston in his elbow joint moved, a huge Strength was directly poured into the Rock Block Underfoot, instantly turning it into Powder.
After Cracking Thor's move, Yang Le changed his Left Hand again. This time, his Left Hand turned into a slender Arm with an Indigo Blue main body, and Crystal Spikes growing from the Palm and Shoulder that were all magenta.
He raised his Chromastone Left Hand flat, and a colorful Energy Beam burst out from it, pointing straight at Thor standing on the Ground.
Facing the aggressive Energy Attack, Thor just waved his God Hammer and shattered it. This kind of output Energy was not enough to make him take serious action.
Seeing this, Yang Le also transformed his Right Hand into a Chromastone Arm. He clenched his Hands into Fists, then put them together in front of his chest in a protective Gesture, and then released a colorful Light Beam that was much stronger than before. It looked like Superman releasing his dynamic light wave.
Thor's Gaze sharpened when he saw this. He was originally afraid to release Lightning because he was wary of Buzzshock's Arm. Now that Yang Le had retracted Buzzshock's Hand and focused wholeheartedly on Attack, it meant that it was time for him to counterattack.
Thor knew that there was only one Opportunity. Yang Le's Speed of Form transformation was very fast, and he had to use the most rapid Attack.
No sooner said than done, Thor burst out all the Strength he had accumulated in his Body for a long time, poured them all into Mjolnir, and then threw it towards the Energy Beam.
Mjolnir, carrying Thunderbolts, possessed irresistible Godly Might. The Light Beam retreated step by step under its offensive, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Yang Le.
Without needing to change his Gesture, Yang Le gave up releasing the Light Beam and instead used Energy to erect a Shield. But this was in vain. It couldn't resist Mjolnir thrown with all of Thor's Strength at all.
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, Yang Le's Arm was hit squarely by Mjolnir. The Crystal shattered instantly, turning into a cloud of Dust that obscured the Field of Vision. But at this time, Thor had already rushed to the Presence. His Fist would swing out without hesitation, regardless of what was under the Smoke and Dust.
The Gale carried by the Fist blew away the Smoke and Dust. Thor saw a scene that shocked him. What was blocking his Fist was not something else, but his Thor's Hammer, and at this moment, the Hammer handle was being held in Yang Le's Hand!
(End of Chapter)
"Whoosh!" After the crystal powder was blown away, it wasn't just Thor whose field of vision was unobstructed; the audience outside could also see. So everyone present witnessed this shocking scene.
Yang Le lifted Thor's Hammer!
This was enough to shock all Asgardians, because Mjolnir is not something anyone can lift. This God Hammer possesses the Ability to choose its user.
This is also why Thor would confidently throw it out in Battle. In his thousands of years of Battle experience, not a single Enemy had ever been able to lift Mjolnir. Whenever someone tried to use it against him, they would suffer the consequences.
In Battle, Thor's most trusted Partner is Mjolnir. By the same token, what he is least guarded against is also Thor's Hammer.
It was precisely because of this Reason that when facing Yang Le's Attack with Thor's Hammer in hand, Thor's Brain, which had stored thousands of years of Battle experience, momentarily froze. The next second, he made intimate contact with his possession in another way.
"Clang!" Since wielding Mjolnir, this was the first time Thor had made contact with it using his Head. It was also the first time he had felt the Power of Thor's Hammer.
Thor flew backward at an even faster Speed than when he came, crashing into the Ground with a bang. He only felt a wave of Dizziness, and a slight Feeling of wanting to vomit.
Supporting himself on the Ground with his hands, Thor relied on his formidable physique to recover. However, in a Battle of this Level, even a single breath's Time could become a Weakness, let alone now.
Yang Le certainly wouldn't let this Opportunity pass. Before Thor could even stand up, Yang Le had already arrived in his Presence with Mjolnir. At this moment, he stood in front of Thor, arms wide open, swinging the Hammer in a full circle, preparing to give Thor another hard hit.
Facing this moment that could end the Battle, the Audience held their breaths, not daring to make a Sound. Some even forgot to breathe.
Thor glared, extending his Right Hand towards Thor's Hammer. This was the most effective Resistance he could offer at the moment, because he hadn't been able to get up from the Ground yet. In this Situation, dodging would not allow him to escape Yang Le's Attack range.
And Defense was just passively taking hits. As long as he didn't retaliate once, he would enter a vicious cycle. The danger of one wrong step leading to a series of wrong steps was too great for Thor to bear.
Currently, the only Method was to contend for Control of Mjolnir. Thor was gambling, betting that Yang Le hadn't truly gained Thor's Hammer's recognition, because he didn't feel his Power being reduced, and no Special Effects representing recognition had appeared on Yang Le's Body.
"Buzz!" Sure enough, Thor's gamble paid off. Thor's Hammer, held in Yang Le's Hand, began to vibrate, as if trying to break free from Yang Le's Control. This was not the behavior it should exhibit after being acknowledged by Thor's Hammer.
He didn't know what Method Yang Le used to bypass the God King (Odin)'s Incantation, but clearly, as he had guessed, Yang Le had not been recognized by Mjolnir. He was merely 'holding' the Hammer.
"Tsk!" Yang Le clicked his tongue in displeasure. He originally thought he could take advantage of the situation to end the Battle, but he didn't expect Thor, forced into a desperate situation, to have such quick wit.
Now, the vibration of Mjolnir in his Hand was getting stronger and stronger. Holding it now was no different from holding a burden. Yang Le decisively chose to let go.
The released Mjolnir flew forward at an extremely fast Speed, finally landing steadily in Thor's Hand. Just as Thor's Hammer returned to its Position, a clap of Thunder suddenly descended from the Sky.
"Boom!" The thick Thunderbolts not only engulfed Thor, but even Yang Le, who was standing nearby, would have been caught in it if he hadn't run fast.
Before this clap of Thunder had dissipated, Thor, who had once again grasped Thor's Hammer, had transformed into a Flash and charged towards Yang Le's Presence. His Speed at this moment was several times faster than before.
"Crack! Clang!" Two consecutive Sounds rang out. First, a Sound like Glass shattering, followed by a Sound like a striking bell.
At this moment, Thor's Hammer had already slammed into a transparent jar filled with White Energy. What was surprising was that even though it looked like a fragile item like Glass, Thor's Hammer couldn't leave even a Trace on it.
Facing Thor's Thunder Strike, in haste, Yang Le could only transform his Arm again. This time, his hands transformed into Metal Arms with two huge Energy Tanks, precisely **Atomix's** hands.
These were the sturdiest hands Yang Le could think of in a short Time. In this Crisis, he could only hope that the **Prypiatosian-A's** powerful Body could block this Attack, giving him an Opportunity for a Counter-attack next Time.
Still not reassured, Yang Le even erected a White Energy Nuclear Energy Shield in front of himself. The Sound like Glass shattering earlier came from this.
**Atomix** also didn't disappoint him. This Metal-like Body possessed a toughness no less than Thor's Hammer. Even more commendable was that the **Prypiatosian-A's** pain sensitivity was much weaker than other Alien Hero.
Perhaps **Atomix** wasn't the one with the highest Defense Power among Alien Hero, but in a moment of urgency, Yang Le indeed first thought of him. After all, he was a veteran Powerful Being in the Omnitrix, leaving a deeper impression on Yang Le than other Alien.
Letting out a long breath, the Nuclear Energy in Yang Le's **Atomic** Iron Arm boiled like boiling water. A continuous stream of Power surged from his Body.
With the Power bonus from **Atomix**, coupled with the Power of the Asgardian Gods themselves, Yang Le exerted force with both hands, and even Thor was sent flying.
Thor, sent flying into the Air, spun a few times and stabilized his Build. Taking advantage of this favorable terrain in the Air, Thor once again raised Thor's Hammer high. The Sky once again became covered in dark clouds, and continuous Thunderbolts fell from the Air, each one accurately pouring into Mjolnir.
It was clear from the looks of it that Thor wanted to decide the outcome in the next move. Yang Le also felt that the Time of the Battle was indeed too long, so he agreed with Thor's Idea.
"Bang!" Yang Le slammed his Fist together at his chest. The Energy in the Iron Gauntlet became agitated again, looking as if it was about to surge out of the Jar.
The Nuclear Iron Arm became brighter and brighter, even to the point of being dazzling. This indicated that Yang Le had completed Recharge, and at this moment, Thor had also completed his charge.
In the next second, the two simultaneously left their Positions. The God Hammer, flashing with Lightning, and the Iron Fist, filled with Nuclear Energy, were about to collide when a faster and stronger Light accurately landed between them.
However, at this moment, both of their Attacks were unstoppable. No matter what landed in the middle, it would have to withstand the strongest Attack from Thor and Yang Le.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 693: Draw and Land of Mist
"Boom!"
Two attacks landed on the interrupter at the same time. A loud noise spread throughout every corner of the Arena. The next second, Yang Le and Thor didn't even have time to steady themselves before they were overturned by an irresistible powerful force.
The two people got up from the Ground one after another. When the Dust settled, the Figure of the third party who interrupted the Battle finally revealed itself.
That was a Golden Spear that looked perfectly natural. The straight Gun Body flashed with golden Streaming Light, and the sharp Gun tip was completely submerged into the already dilapidated Ground.
"Gungnir?!"
Thor looked at the Divine Spear in front of him in Surprise. It's better to say that anyone who knows this Divine Weapon was surprised by its sudden appearance. This is all because its Master is currently one of the Audience, Asgard's God King (Odin)—Odin.
Yang Le naturally also knew who the holder of this Spear was, so he and Thor, including all the Audience present, all turned their Line of Sight to the Royal Stand located in the Center of the Arena.
There, Odin, wearing golden armor and a golden helmet, was condescendingly overlooking everyone present. After the entire Scene quieted down and everyone's Line of Sight locked onto him, Odin Opening.
"Stop here. The Purpose of both sides this time is only Sparring, but the Power of the Moves used by both sides just now clearly exceeded the scope of Sparring. Therefore, I, Odin, hereby announce the termination of Sparring!"
The God King (Odin) has already given an Order. Not to mention Yang Le, all Asgardian including Thor will definitely obey Odin's Order. Then this Battle will definitely not continue.
The two people in the Center of the Arena all breathed a sigh of relief. Their Bodies all relaxed, then they smiled at each other and at the same time reached out and shook Hands.
At this point, this inseparable Battle finally ended in a Draw.
…
"Hey~ Your man is pretty good." Loki winked at Gwen sitting beside her.
This is not the first time Loki has joked about her relationship with Yang Le, making Gwen, who was originally a little shy, a little immune. In the second half of the Sparring, she even entered a stage of giving up, anyway, there are only two people here, say whatever you want.
"Thor is also very strong. It's the first time I've seen someone able to battle **Happy Hogan** for so long without being at a disadvantage." Gwen also followed up with a few compliments to Thor, even though she knew Yang Le didn't use his full Power. She couldn't say it at this time, as this is a basic matter of courtesy. Gwen still has this level of Emotional Intelligence.
"Really? Then we are both the same." Loki familiarly leaned close to Gwen, it can almost be said that she immediately pressed close to the latter's Body. Even through the leather armor, Gwen could feel the warmth of Loki's Body.
If you ask why Loki can be so open, it's all because the two of them are not sitting in the ordinary Audience Seats at this time. Of course, they are not sitting in the Royal Stand either.
The two of them arrived at the Scene of the Battle after a short Speed race. Afterwards, Loki, in a happy Mood, pulled Gwen to the Statue at the very top of the Arena.
According to her, this is her special seat. Whenever Loki doesn't want to listen to the nagging of her King and Queen, she will come to this Aspect to watch the Battle. Although most Asgardian's competitions are boring, listening to the sounds of fighting and killing below can still make her happy.
Gwen did not agree with this. Although she didn't say it explicitly, she still mentally labeled Loki as a sadist, and also mourned for Thor, who was liked by her, for a few Seconds.
In this way, in a Corner that no one noticed, Loki and Gwen treated the Battle between Thor and Yang Le as background noise, started a girls' talk intermittently, but most of the time Loki started Topics, and Gwen generally just echoed.
During this period, although Loki had also made intimate Moves, it was the first time she leaned her entire delicate Body over like this. Even if the other party is a girl, Gwen is not used to this kind of intimate Moves, so she subconsciously chose to distance herself.
Watching Gwen jump away as if in a conditioned reflex, Loki crossed her legs, then put her Arm on her Knee and then propped up her Head, looking at the other party with a playful Gaze.
"So Cute, you look like a little Animal, no wonder that Yang Le would like you." "Sorry, I don't like this kind of overly close contact." Gwen touched her Arm, while ignoring Loki's evaluation of her.
"Okay, I thought we had already become Friends." Loki closed her Eyes, and when she opened them, they became watery, like the Eyes of a abandoned little Animal. Coupled with her mature Figure, there is a strong sense of contrast.
If it were someone who didn't know the Truth, they might really be deceived by her, but unfortunately Gwen not only knows Loki's True Identity, she is also a straight woman and is not moved by Loki's charm at all.
Loki curled her lips, it seems that only Thor would fall for this trick. Other Asgardian who see her make this Expression wish they could grow eight pairs of Wings and fly away to escape.
"So boring." Loki sighed. "Forget it, the Scene will end soon, let's leave too. Remember to tell my Queen that I brought you to watch the Battle, otherwise she will definitely scold me."
Gwen naturally agreed readily, and also thought about whether she should distance herself from Loki. This long-legged beauty with black Hair has the same level of Danger as her beauty.
Sighing, Gwen shot out a Web and began to descend towards Yang Le's Position. Loki also snapped her fingers and then disappeared in the Original Place.
Just like the two people who wanted to leave the special seats, everyone in the Arena also began to leave. This short and lively grand occasion has also come to an end.
Although the Arena will become deserted, the Asgardian who watched this grand occasion will talk about this grand occasion on the way back. It is estimated that Asgardian will be immersed in this Sparring for a period of time to come.
Where there is liveliness, there is naturally desolation, but this word is destined to be unrelated to Asgard today. But it may be different in other Kingdoms located on the same World Tree as Asgard.
Take Niflheim for example now. A strong man wearing black armor stood on a Cliff. The most striking thing about the man should be his Hair, which looks like an Egyptian Pharaoh's headdress, and his Severed Hand.
The man's Left Hand is missing. His entire forearm is wrapped in a piece of golden Metal, carved with various exquisite patterns and Text. It looks more like a exquisite work of art than a Weapon.
The man stood coldly on the Cliff and looked down, not knowing what he was searching for, until a Sound called out to him, and the man reacted.
"Still dreaming? Tyr?" (End of chapter)
Chapter 694: Hela and Fenrir
The man called Tyr turned his head, only to see a woman he couldn't refuse.
It was a woman wearing a helmet adorned with intricate, branch-like antlers, connected to a wide, green cloak. Even with the dark green, tight-fitting soft armor she wore, it probably wouldn't provide much warmth in this Ice and Snow Land.
"You jest, my Queen," Tyr replied, turning back and kneeling cleanly on one knee before the woman. "Since coming to Helheim, I no longer dream."
"You know that's not what I meant, Tyr." The Queen moved like a phantom, appearing before the man as if from nowhere, and reached out a slender hand to stroke the top of his head.
Tyr lowered his head, a drop of cold sweat forming on his forehead. Although the Queen's touch was light, he felt as if his scalp was about to be peeled off.
"What's wrong, Tyr?" The Queen leaned down, whispering softly beside Tyr. "Don't you like my caress?"
"This subordinate may not be worthy of such pleasure," Tyr said, his beard trembling as he struggled to stop his teeth from chattering due to the pain.
Seeing this, the Queen released her hand. A slight reprimand was enough for Tyr; she still had use for him and couldn't afford to play him to death now.
"If it's not a dream, then you must be homesick." The Queen conjured a handkerchief from nowhere, wiped her hands, and casually tossed it aside. Before it even hit the ground, the handkerchief turned to ashes, vanishing into the dense mist where one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.
This was Niflheim, the Land of Mist in the Nine Realms, second only to Helheim. Jotunheim could be described as Ice and Snow Land, but creatures could still survive there. However, Niflheim and Helheim were truly devoid of any living beings.
And both of these places were now under the control of one person... or rather, God, the woman who commanded Tyr's submission.
"Lady Hela."
Hearing someone call her name, the woman called Hela turned around. A tall werewolf was standing not far away. Perhaps due to its fur, the werewolf was only wearing a loincloth and half a breastplate.
"What is it, Fenrir?"
Upon hearing Hela call his name, the werewolf lowered his head before slowly opening his mouth to speak.
"I felt a familiar feeling, a feeling that originates from Asgard."
"A familiar feeling?" Hela's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of familiar feeling? Tell me in detail, Fenrir."
"In fact, I've had this feeling for some time now. My Queen, I once personally dragged the guy who gives off this feeling into Helheim."
Hearing Fenrir's words, Hela immediately understood his meaning. She turned her head to look at Tyr, who was kneeling behind her. He was indeed the unlucky guy Fenrir had personally dragged into Hell. (Note 1)
After hearing their conversation, Tyr felt a faint pain in his left leg, even though it hadn't hurt for a long time. It had been millennia, and as an undead, he shouldn't feel pain anymore.
Now, the only one who could inflict pain on him was Hela, the Queen of Helheim. This heart-wrenching pain was merely his phantom pain.
"Are you saying Asgard has welcomed another God of War?" Hela strode over to Tyr. "No wonder you ran all the way to Niflheim alone. I thought you were trying to avoid me."
Hela now understood why Tyr had come to Niflheim. On the World Tree, the Nine Realms were indeed arranged at different positions, with Helheim and Niflheim located at the bottom.
However, even these two worlds had a slight difference in elevation. Niflheim, as the Land of Mist, was still a little higher than Helheim, the Land of the Dead. In other words, Niflheim was closer to Asgard.
And Tyr, who was originally the God of War of Asgard, although they no longer had any connection, as a former God of War, Tyr could still sense a slight anomaly in the God of War Godhood.
It started not long ago. Although Tyr didn't know how many days had passed due to being in Helheim, the time was definitely short.
At first, Tyr thought he was going crazy. After all, he had been in Helheim for so long, and this Kingdom of the Dead was constantly eroding his soul.
But after some time, Tyr sensed the unusualness of the God of War Godhood again, and this feeling became more and more frequent, which confirmed to Tyr that this feeling was not false.
Asgard had welcomed a new God of War. For Tyr, as a former God of War, this might not be something to celebrate. After all, with the new, who would remember the old?
The tendency to favor the new and discard the old wasn't unique to Midgardian; the people of Asgard would also be happy with new weapons. And for the dead, the biggest worry was being forgotten.
But Tyr felt happy because, long ago, the Queen he now served had already begun planning an invasion of Asgard, and Tyr played a relatively important role in her plan.
However, now that Asgard had welcomed a new God of War, it meant Hela's plan was affected, and Asgard's power had become even stronger. How could Tyr, who always cared about Asgard in his heart, not be happy?
If it weren't because he was undead and couldn't resistance Hela, the Queen of Helheim, how could Tyr kneel before his enemy, the greatest hidden danger to Asgard?
Tyr decided to keep this secret in his heart. Only today did he dare to come to Niflheim to confirm it, taking advantage of Hela being away discussing matters with her ally. After all, today, the reaction of the God of War Godhood was unusually obvious even in Helheim.
But Tyr hadn't expected Fenrir to sense it too. He hadn't reacted at all the previous times, so why today?
'That's it!' Tyr suddenly realized. Today, the reaction of the Godhood was unusually strong, so Fenrir, who had devoured his flesh and blood, should also be able to sense a faint reaction. He had actually forgotten about this aspect.
Perhaps Helheim's erosion of him was too severe. Tyr only now remembered this detail. This small weakness had exposed the intelligence he least wanted Hela to know.
"Even you in Helheim can feel this power. As the former God of War, Tyr, there's no reason you wouldn't sense it. It seems my general likes to keep little secrets in his heart~"
Hela spoke in a deliberately ambiguous tone, but Tyr, kneeling on the ground, only felt a bone-chilling cold wind. He wasn't afraid of Hela's punishment; he was just worried that Hela would modify her plan against Asgard.
My head hurts too much, only one chapter today, sorry.
Note 1: Tyr is indeed dead, but I forgot how he died, so I combined the Norse Mythology story of him having his hand bitten off and attributed the merit of killing him to Fenrir. I know Tyr died together with the Hellhound Garm, but Hellhounds and giant Wolves are similar, too many homogenized characters are boring, so I merged the two canines into one. Anyway, this universe is my own creation, and it's normal for it to deviate from the main universe (laughs).
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 695: Kings' Meeting (1)
Just as Tyr was pondering how to remain silent under the torture of Hela's Hand of Glory, Hela unexpectedly ignored Tyr kneeling on the Ground, straightened up, and turned to leave.
Tyr was caught off guard by Hela's sudden change. He knew that Hela possessed a ruthlessness that matched her beauty, and such a person would never allow anyone to betray her.
"Truly an Ungrateful Wretch that can't be tamed," Hela softly uttered her evaluation, then slowly walked towards the real Wolf in front of her.
"Although I would very much like to listen to your screams right now, unfortunately, my schedule is very tight today."
Tyr knew that today was the Day when Hela and her Accomplices gathered together. Even someone as noble as her would not provoke so many people at once under normal circumstances.
There's a saying that the Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend. Hela clearly knew that the Alliance she had joined was only connected by a common Goal. This Connection could be considered strong, but also fragile.
Moreover, the Guys she had allied with were not to be trifled with. For her Plan to be executed smoothly, at least for the current Time, Hela could not afford to fall out with them.
Hela patted Fenrir's Wolf Head. The latter understood and transformed into a Giant Wolf over ten meters tall. Hela, standing at his Foot, then transformed into a green Raven and flew onto Fenrir's Back.
After landing on Fenrir's Back, Hela transformed back into Humanoid form. Once his Master was seated, Fenrir howled and turned into a Shadow, disappearing into Niflheim.
Before Tyr could even get up, Hela's Sound, which should have long since faded away, echoed in his ears.
"I Hope to see you in Helheim when I return."
Tyr was in Silence for a moment, then Opening his mouth, he said, "Yes, Queen."
Because of the Reason for wasting some Time on Tyr, it was almost Time for the agreed meeting. But Hela was not flustered at all, after all, Fenrir's Speed was very fast. See, they had arrived.
Fenrir's running Speed was not actually that fast, but his Magic could compensate for this. With a few flashes, they arrived at the agreed Location.
The agreed Location was set in Niflheim. This Mist Kingdom's millennia-old Mist had a very good concealing Effect. Even God King (Odin) Odin would have to expend some effort to investigate here.
Therefore, even if the other Accomplices were unwilling, they had to set the meeting Location within Hela's territory. This Aspect was indeed the safest place.
"Boom!"
The Giant Wolf descended from the Sky and landed on an Open Area, shaking the Thing Underfoot, which was either Accumulated Snow or ash, into the Sky. It took a while for it to slowly fall.
"What?" Hela looked at the empty agreed Location. "Am I the first one?"
"Then you might be disappointed, Queen of the Underworld."
A male Sound suddenly rang out in the empty Open Area. The Sound sounded elegant and magnetic. Just from the Sound, one could tell that the Master of the Sound was definitely an arrogant Human.
Sure enough, a Figure suddenly walked out of the Mist. A slender Body emerged from the Mist. It was a man with handsome Appearance. His white hair was like a sky full of snowflakes. Judging by Appearance, his Age was definitely no more than thirty years old.
The most surprising thing was the man's Face. That Face was actually composed of two Colors. The left side was unsettling black, and the right side was dazzling Blue Skin. Under this strange composition, the man's handsome Face also appeared strange.
"After so many years, you still can't change this affected way of speaking, Malekith."
Hela slid off Fenrir's Back, then waved her Hand behind her without turning her head. The Giant Wolf understood, turned around, and left without looking back.
"I would prefer you to call it elegance." Malekith bowed slightly and gave a salute to Hela. Although the Etiquette was very proper and standard, there was not a trace of respect in those Eyes.
Hela was not annoyed. She had a clear Awareness of the Dark Elf King in front of her. This Human was a Madmen, a Beast who encased himself in a shell of Etiquette. It was not worth getting angry with such a Human.
Unless you can kill him with one blow, never easily fall out with him. Otherwise, even Hela would have to be wary of his Revenge. Coincidentally, the Accomplices she was meeting today were all Characters like this.
"Rumble!"
While Hela and Malekith were talking, a sudden earth-shattering tremor stopped their Desire to continue the conversation. Both of them turned their Line of Sight to the source of the tremor.
A Mountain that was originally unnoticed moved. After the Accumulated Snow on top was shaken off, the true Face of this 'Mountain' was revealed. It was a Giant with blue skin.
Long Fangs grew out of the Giant's mouth. Armor gleaming with dark light covered most of the Giant's Body. Beside him stood a single-edged Axe as large as a Mountain.
Only when the Accumulated Snow had completely fallen and the Mist had dissipated could it be seen that the Giant was sitting on the Ground. But even sitting on the Ground, he could be level with the surrounding Mountains. From this, it could be seen how terrifying his Height would be when the Giant stood up.
"Let's skip these useless pleasantries." The Giant's Sound was like a booming bell. "If that One-Eyed Old Man Odin finds out, our Plan will fail before it's even born."
"I didn't expect that the defeat from a thousand years ago would make you so afraid of Odin now. Is this still the arrogant Giant King?"
Before the fiery Sound, as explosive as burning Flame, had even landed, a Doorway made entirely of Fire brazenly opened beside Hela and Malekith. Then, a tall Figure walked out from within.
The newcomer was like a pile of burning Flame, with two huge Horns on her head. Her entire Body was wrapped in crimson red, with only key parts wrapped in Rock-like Substance. When she landed, the Accumulated Snow around her inevitably melted rapidly. This was still the result of the Flame's Master restraining her temperature.
If she fully unleashed herself, at least a hundred miles around would turn into a sea of Fire. But even she, with her fiery nature, knew that she couldn't cause such a large-scale change in winter at this Time. The slightest anomaly in the Nine Realms would attract Odin's Line of Sight.
"Take back your Question, Daughter of Surtur!" The Giant glared. "Otherwise, Laufey will teach you how to write respect!"
"I'm so scared." The Flame chuckled. "Before talking big, why don't you try getting closer to me first, if you can? What's wrong, so afraid of turning from a Giant into a dwarf? My Giant King?"
Laufey didn't reply. Instead, he cleanly and decisively raised his Axe and chopped it down at the Flame.
(End of Chapter)