Odin never thought that this full-scale expedition would be resolved so easily.
It could even be said that they encountered no resistance along the way.
All Angels had witnessed Malekith brutally kill the Angel Anemone, who had drawn lots, right in front of them.
Therefore...
The Angel Empress lost the support of her people, every Angel feared they would be the next Anemone.
To completely eliminate this panic, there was only one way: for the Angel Empress to disappear.
It was only after conversing with Fernande that Odin learned that even if the Asgardian army had not besieged the city today, she would have led most of the Angels in a revolution, fighting a decisive battle against the Angel Empress's most elite "War Angel Corps."
Of course, that so-called most elite army was like paper under Hela's hand.
However, Fernande felt no sorrow for their deaths.
They were the Angel Empress's sharpest killing tools, each of them had Angel blood on their hands.
"Fortunately, the Asgardian army arrived, preventing any casualties among the Angels who were prepared to join the revolution." Fernande, after presenting Haven's head, now stood up and spoke to Odin with neither humility nor arrogance. "You have freed us from the tyrant's hands."
Odin calmly looked at this military and political Officer with his single eye, who appeared serene but whose eyes were filled with resolve.
After a long while, under the gaze of the Asgardian Gods, Odin suddenly revealed a benevolent and kind smile.
Just as he had maintained the image of a benevolent emperor for the past few millennia.
"Child, is the Angel race willing to relocate to Asgard?"
"Wh-what?" Fernande was startled, asking in disbelief. "Did You just say... for the Angel race to relocate to Asgard?"
To be honest, after personally killing the Angel Empress, Fernande had already prepared to pay the price for defeat.
Such as the enslavement of the entire race.
But this King of Gods, who once washed the World Tree with blood and tears, actually wanted them to relocate to Asgard?
Wouldn't that mean making them true Asgardians?
"That's right, relocate to Asgard." Odin repeated patiently. "From now on, there will be no more Angels of the Angel Kingdom, only the Winged race of Asgard... all unified under the command of the Winged Queen Angela, how about that?"
How about that?
It was practically a huge bargain.
For a relatively barbaric dimension like the Angel Kingdom among the Ten Worlds, Asgard was an unattainable dream, the promised land in their hearts.
Moreover, the one managing them was none other than Angela, with whom they had spent every day.
It was like an entire village in a certain province collectively obtaining household registration in the Imperial Capital, and their direct leadership remained the original leadership team.
Was this the treatment for the defeated side?
Then they would be willing to be defeated a hundred more times.
"Of course, this is not without any cost."
"Please speak."
"Fernande, as a veteran of the Angel Kingdom, you once fought against Asgard. You should still remember that Asgard once had a powerful army called the Valkyrie, right?"
"Yes, I once clashed directly with Brunhilde. I remember she was called... Valkyrie among the Valkyrie."
"They have all fallen in battle. I hope that the Angels... no, the Winged race will re-establish the Valkyrie army."
Saying this, Odin raised Gungnir, signaling Fernande to kneel on one knee.
After Fernande complied, she felt the shaft of Gungnir lightly touch her shoulders.
Then, a surge of great power from Odin suddenly increased within her body.
"Fernande of the Winged race, in the name of Odin and the World Tree, I bestow upon you the title of 'Valkyrie'."
Valkyrie, the title of the Valkyrie leader, had many generations.
Even Lorelei, who was now half-dead in prison, had once served as a Valkyrie for a period.
And now, Odin bestowed this name, representing ability and glory, upon Fernande, making this Angel military and political Officer, whose entire race had surrendered, immensely grateful.
Hela, who had been watching all of this unfold from the side, suddenly felt...
Your father is still your father.
This old man's method of eliminating one group and then winning over another is truly ingrained in his bones.
He directly made the Angel race disappear in name, becoming a vital force for Asgard.
If she were to choose, perhaps on a whim, there would be no Angel race left in the world.
However, at that point, it would not be nominal, but rather in a physical sense.
Hela couldn't help but start to reflect...
As a conqueror, must one kill until the end of the Universe?
And Angela, who had stood by from beginning to end, finally let out a sigh of relief at this moment.
She was not some emotionless monster, the Angel Kingdom was where she grew up, and she still couldn't bear to watch the Angel race perish.
But she really didn't expect Odin to raise his hand high and then gently lower it.
Not only did he allow her to lead the Angel race, henceforth renamed the Winged race, but he also allowed them to relocate to Asgard.
She didn't yet have much affection for the father she had just acknowledged, but that didn't prevent a surge of respect for him within her heart.
"However, allowing you to relocate to Asgard does not mean abandoning this former Angel Kingdom." Odin changed the subject, continuing, "Aside from war, the Angel Kingdom is very backward in all other aspects, with extremely low resource development..."
"I understand what You mean." Fernande nodded. "I once explored the rare mineral veins in the Angel dimension, but the Angel Empress never gave me the manpower to excavate them. I can give You the coordinate map of the entire dimension."
It was like exchanging an old house in the hometown for a new one in the city, definitely a profit.
Odin was very satisfied, this Fernande was extremely intelligent and emotionally intelligent, far superior to Haven, who was full of war, plunder, and revenge.
But...
When Odin and the Asgardian army excavated tunnels leading to the major mineral veins and enthusiastically walked down, they found a huge irregular void replacing the mineral veins that should have been hidden there.
And it wasn't just one, all precious mineral deposits had disappeared.
Conversely, ordinary minerals like gold, silver, copper, and iron were untouched.
As an All Father-tier powerhouse, Odin actually felt his blood pressure soaring.
What's going on!?
Why is there nothing valuable left?
A hint of confusion flickered in Odin's single eye.
And Frigga, as the God with the highest attainment in magic and sorcery present, noticed the crucial point at this moment.
"Within these voids... many auras are emanating."
Frigga closed her eyes, sensing carefully.
"Dark magic, Chaos Magic, teleportation magic... and familiar Old God auras and Emotional Spectrum energy..."
Before Frigga could finish, a soft laugh suddenly echoed from within the enormous void. The sound was not loud, but it reverberated within the void, exceptionally clear.
Everyone looked at the person who had laughed, only to find it was the usually humorless Hela.
Seeing this, Odin couldn't help but ask:
"My, my child, why do You laugh?"
Hela made no attempt to hide her slightly upturned lips.
"I remembered something happy."
"What happy thing?"
"My Queen gave birth."
(To be continued.)
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