Chapter 13 - Ch: 183-188

Chapter 183: Goddess of Death Hela Appears

See the truth now, my two foolish younger brothers?"

Hela held her head high, almost looking down her nose at them. Disregard for others and reverence for power—these were her tenets.

However, besides power, it wasn't just about someone being stronger than her to earn her cooperation. They also needed to be to her taste, which, simply put, meant sharing her ambitions.

That ambition was outward expansion and conquest. If they could achieve that, perhaps she could even have a more in-depth exchange and development with them.

Otherwise, there would never be a deal, nor would it ever progress.

"You!"

Thor was about to speak when Loki, beside him, quickly pulled him back and whispered,

"Did Odin say anything to you before? The priority isn't to fight her. The two of us combined aren't even enough for one of her fingers."

Hela's expression remained arrogant; she didn't even bother with her two foolish younger brothers. In her eyes, absolute strength represented absolute power.

"He did say something, but are you sure you want to do this?"

Thor wavered a bit. Such an act of betraying a friend seemed utterly impossible to him.

"What are you still hesitating for? 'Sacrifice a friend to save oneself'—don't you understand even that principle?"

Loki was getting anxious. Thor was still hesitating over such a perfect plan to use someone else to kill, he was truly stupid to death!

"Hela, right? I am Loki, and this is Thor. We want to know, what do you plan to do with Odin?"

This was a crucial attitude. If Hela intended to kill Odin, then no matter what, they had to resist.

"Hmph, of course, I'll let him die!"

Hela recalled being imprisoned for two thousand years, in an environment where no one spoke to her, everything was silent. Besides cultivating and training, she had nothing else to do.

In an environment a hundred times worse than a small dark room, Hela didn't go mad, but instead became even more obsessive, which was already a sign of a strong inner self.

"Then we cannot let you act. If you want to kill my father, you will have to step over my corpse. Asgardians will never be slaves! For Asgard!"

Thor suddenly unleashed his strongest lightning, charging forward, Stormbreaker fiercely striking towards Hela's head.

Clang!

Hela conjured a longsword out of thin air, single-handedly blocking Thor's desperate strike with both hands gripping the axe!

"This is impossible!"

Thor's expression became extremely self-doubting. Was his strength that weak? Losing to Steve could be explained by the opponent's opportunism, which was frustrating but not entirely unacceptable.

But why Hela! Why could she block his full-power strike with just one hand!

"My dear foolish younger brother, you simply don't know what power is!"

Hela spun around, delivering a perfectly executed roundhouse kick that sent Thor flying dozens of meters away, out of the Heavenly Palace and through the balcony, falling from a hundred meters high.

This move left Loki dumbfounded. With such immense power, he was definitely no match.

He looked at the unconscious Odin behind him, gritted his teeth, and tightened his grip on the Casket of Ancient Winters.

"Father, you will be proud of me. I am not inferior to Thor! Ah!"

He activated his Frost Giant bloodline, unleashing the Casket of Ancient Winters with all his might.

Instantly, the entire Heavenly Palace went from room temperature to below zero, and the temperature continued to drop. Everything around began to freeze, and ice spread across the floor.

"Interesting. It seems you are not Odin's offspring!"

Hela raised her smoky, willow-like eyebrows, instantly recognizing that Loki's bloodline was different. The treasure in his hand was mediocre; she truly didn't care for it.

The ice spread to Hela's feet, but even her high heels couldn't get close, as if a cold aura surrounded her. The frigid temperature bypassed her, unable to approach her body.

"A bit interesting."

Hela finished speaking, then swayed her waist, taking elegant steps forward. Each step shattered the ice that had already reached minus one hundred degrees Celsius.

She walked unimpeded to Loki, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.

"Still too weak!"

With that, she prepared to snap Loki's neck. Just then, an axe was thrown from behind.

Pfft!

The axe pierced through her defenses, directly embedding itself into her body.

Hela cried out in pain, dropping Loki, and was about to pull the axe out. But it was in her back, making it difficult to reach.

Bang!

Zzzzt!

Accompanied by blinding blue lightning, Thorchanneled all his power to summon lightning, fiercely striking Hela.

The lightning barrage lasted for a minute before Thor, exhausted, half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. Such an intense attack consumed a tremendous amount of physical energy.

Even with his physical prowess, it was difficult to recover quickly.

He initially thought Hela would be killed, but after a while,

Hela rose again, holding Stormbreaker in her hand. Her long, black hair had transformed into a sharp, spider-like helmet. She wore integrated high heels and walked slowly with an elegant stride.

Pfft!

"Ah!"

Thor's right arm was directly severed, the excruciating pain almost causing him to faint.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I thought I'd hit your head. I still don't really like using axes, they're too violent!"

Hela even feigned an apology, looking quite manipulative. If this woman were brought into a harem, she'd surely be scheming daily!

Thor stared intently at Hela, refusing to utter a sound, even if it meant death.

Loki hated that his magic was ineffective. He had used all his strength to create illusions, but they had no effect and couldn't influence Hela.

This made him wonder if there was something wrong with his magic? Impossible!

"Stop it, Hela, you have already won."

Odin had awakened again at some point. This time, his berserk divine power had calmed down, and his complexion looked much rosier. Was he fully recovered? Or was it a final burst of energy before death?

That remained unknown.

He slowly got up and walked towards Hela.

"I know you resent me deeply, and you want to kill me. You are right.

I have only one request: let the people of Asgard live. You always thought your power came from Asgard, but you don't know where the true Asgard is.

I am old and have no grand ambitions left. Before this, I only wanted you not to kill your two younger brothers; they are both my sons.

You are my daughter, and the eldest princess has the right to be the rightful heir. Listen, I will tell you one last time, sometimes understanding the meaning of life is what truly defines your title as the Goddess of Death.

None of you three are up to much. The Goddess of Death doesn't understand death and life, Thor can't summon lightning without his hammer, and the God of Mischief's magic will never be impressive.

Regardless, I am proud of all of you. I hope you can pass on Asgard, rather than letting it be destroyed in your hands."

He spoke for a long time, making some people impatient.

The next second, golden light points floated from Odin's body just after he finished speaking. The backlash from his divine power destroyed his body.

Asgardians are merely physically strong; they are not true gods. Before lower-level life forms, they are gods, but before true deities, they are just slightly more powerful humans.

Hela suddenly thrust out a sword, but Odin had already turned to ashes. She fiercely smashed Stormbreakeronto the floor, scattering the golden light into which Odin had transformed.

"Odin! Even in death, you are still telling me what to do! What right do you have! I wish I could kill you! Kill you!"

The roaring Hela grabbed Thor and brutally beat him, punch after punch, quickly turning him into a bloody, unrecognizable mess.

--

A few days later, in the prison.

Loki and Thor sat at a table. Thor's severed arm had been reattached, but his strength was still somewhat affected.

Hela did not give them important positions, but she also did not kill them. She merely imprisoned them and announced to all Asgardians that she was the new King!

Loki, in turn, helped to clarify and promote Hela's legitimacy.

In return, they enjoyed good food and lodging in the prison. Otherwise, they wouldn't even have seen a single mouse, let alone had wine to drink or food to eat.

Rebuilding Asgard and finding the whereabouts of the Dark Elves for revenge—these were all tasks Hela had to undertake.

Hela knew nothing about internal affairs. This didn't stop her from finding suitable people to serve as her assistants, choosing women for easier control.

The houses were dilapidated, the Golden Avenue had collapsed, and the golden statues were damaged.

Fortunately, the Bifrost Bridge was still intact, and Heimdall was still there.

Hela, sitting on the throne, also learned that Odin's wife, her stepmother Frigga, had also died.

Odin died, the Queen died—was this Ragnarok?

"Damn Odin, what exactly is this Asgard you spoke of!"

Hela was somewhat annoyed, looking at Heimdallkneeling on the floor, a flicker of disgust in her eyes.

She didn't like dark skin, not out of arrogance, but prejudice. If there weren't suitable alternatives, she would never have allowed this person to continue his duty as the guardian of the Bifrost Bridge.

"Have you found the whereabouts of the Dark Elves?"

"They are heading to Planet Blue, a Planet not under our jurisdiction."

Heimdall lowered his head. As a subject, even if he disliked the King, he had to obey orders. That was what a subject should do.

"Planet Blue?"

Hela glanced at the map, which showed nine Planets, each in a Star Domain. Planet Blue was called the Milky Way Galaxy by humans and the Star Domain by Asgardians.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, looking into the distance, past the Heavenly Palace's splendor and buildings, to the far-off horizon.

"Immediately dispatch soldiers, prepare for expedition."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When Heimdall raised his head, Hela had already vanished, her whereabouts unknown again. This elusive method was nothing new; he had never seen her walk normally.

In the mountains, Steve had just completed his mission.

"Ding, Odin's Counterattack completed. Through your fierce battle with Odin, you caused him to be unable to suppress the seal, allowing Hela to escape. Odinvoluntarily sacrificed himself. As you have taken Frigga, the mission is perfectly completed."

The Extremis began to fuse with his body. He had the Super Soldier Serum in him, which had been enhanced once before, essentially purifying his strength.

This made Steve's strength on par with Spider-Man's; previously, Spider-Man had always been stronger.

Now, his purified serum was fusing with the Extremisagain. This virus was so complex that even a brilliant scientist like Tony couldn't perfect it, only managing to clear and heal it.

Truly genetically encoding the Extremis to make it compatible with oneself was a difficult task.

Steve felt as if he had just been roasted and soaked in volcanic lava, feeling very hot, which necessitated seeking Frigga's help.

Poor Frigga hadn't had a single peaceful night's sleep these past few days.

Each time, she would pass out from exhaustion, only to be awakened while unconscious. The constant shift between consciousness and unconsciousness left her in a very poor state, her expression utterly fatigued.

Her usual dignified appearance had become disheveled, her elegance and poise gone, replaced by a pitiable vulnerability.

Her gaze towards Steve was filled with fear, resentment, helplessness, bewilderment, and a hint of expectation and joy that she herself hadn't noticed.

"This feeling is so peculiar!"

Steve clenched his fists. The Extremis, modified by the system, no longer had its uncontrollable ferocity.

A raging volcano cannot be controlled, a Category 12 typhoon cannot be harnessed—that was the Extremis. Now, the fused virus had not lost its inherent power; instead, it gradually stabilized due to the integration of the Super Soldier Serum.

Limb regeneration, high-temperature attacks—if he could have more long-range attack methods, that would be even better.

Pure close combat wasn't entirely unfeasible, unless one was so massive that they could blow up a Planet. Otherwise, necessary long-range attacks were still required, at least to avoid being kited. To avoid being toyed with and outmaneuvered to death by enemies!

Frigga had not spoken to Steve at all, except for necessary shouts and cries, but today she uncharacteristically said,

"There's an uninvited guest outside. I can sense her; she's looking for you.

If possible, please ask her if Odin is still alive? I can no longer sense his aura."

After all, it was years of marital affection. Even if Friggafelt defiled, she couldn't help but care for Odin. She and Odin were husband and wife; what was she and Steve? Not even a fleeting romance!

"I will ask for you. When the fight starts, I won't be able to look after you. You can take the opportunity to leave; I won't stop you."

Steve rarely showed a peaceful smile. He had done what he needed to do, and the mission was complete. As for whether Frigga would get pregnant after returning, only Heaven knew.

Given Frigga's character and Asgardian tradition, abortion was not permitted. If she became pregnant, she would have to give birth, whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted to or not—that was the rule.

It had a bit of a U.S. déjà vu, quite crazy, but also very fitting for some evildoers.

The visitor outside was indeed Hela, who had sensed a presence not inferior to Asgardian aura. It wasn't overwhelmingly powerful, but it was interesting. Being idle, she came to take a look.

If it was an enemy, she would kill them! If they were pleasing to the eye, having them as a subordinate dog was not impossible.

Chapter 184 Hela is locked up!

He looked at the woman in front of him, her lips slightly pursed, a pair of beautiful bright eyes adorned with heavy smoky makeup, and a head of naturally curly black hair falling on both sides.

She wore exquisite, luxurious, yet dark battle armor, a cape draped behind her, and was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Let me introduce myself, I come from Blue Star, my nickname is Captain America, and my name is Steve Rogers."

Captain America's self-introduction was still quite ordinary; taking the initiative to show goodwill was not a shameful thing.

The World is not about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social etiquette.

What's more, the moment he saw Hela appear here, Steve was slightly taken aback; this was three or four years earlier than expected!

The only possibility was that Odin was truly dead! Completely dead, which is why he had no power to suppress Hela's seal.

The woman before him, combining elegance and wickedness, possessed both the evil of a great demon king and the grace of a goddess, and her appearance and temperament completely surpassed Frigga!

If Steve planned to have ten children with Frigga, then Hela would need at least thirty!

No other reason, just for her beauty and temperament, he couldn't possibly let her go!

Poor Hela, she was targeted the moment they met.

She didn't even know that someone had such 'dirty' thoughts about her; if she did, she would probably stab him with a sword right now!

Thirty children! Even a sow wouldn't dare to give birth like that!

With one hand on her hip, her deep purple nails appeared infinitely profound, neatly trimmed, not as exaggerated as those of women on Blue Star, indicating she neither cooked nor did chores.

Could nails with such an arc truly wield a kitchen knife?

Hela looked at Steve with a half-smile, a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

"You are very good, much stronger than my two useless brothers.

Since you come from Blue Star, and I happen to be going to Blue Star, you can be my executioner and help me conquer Blue Star."

Was she asking him to be a collaborator right from the start?

"Sorry, I don't have such a hobby.

If you have the ability, you can go try; I'd love for you to smash that dirty World.

As for what an executioner is? I don't know!"

Steve shrugged; he could accept cooperation, but not being a dog.

Steve would not, and did not want to, be a sycophant.

Sycophants only degrade one's overall image, bring no change, and those who seek status through subservience will always be useless and never amount to anything.

Hela's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of killing intent flashing through them.

No one had ever dared to refuse her.

Considering this was the first outsider she had encountered, she suppressed the violent impulse in her heart and took a deep breath.

"Every king has an executioner to help the king deal with enemies and traitors.

I am now the King of Asgard, Hela, the Goddess of Death.

I followed Odin, that old fool, in conquering the Nine Realms; most of what Asgard is today was built by me!

The hammer in your hand is also something I used to play with; you still cherish it like a treasure? Haha, follow me, and I can give you something better!

Now, choose between submission or death?"

Steve looked at the hammer in his hand; it was indeed good for smashing people, and also excellent for training body coordination.

"Are you a legitimate Goddess of Death?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?!"

Hela was a bit confused; what was this guy talking about? What's legitimate or not legitimate, could something illegitimate even be written down!

Seeing her confusion, it was clear she was being led by the nose, falling right into his trap.

Seeing this, Steve couldn't help but smile wickedly, a smile that even made Hela momentarily lose herself.

Under the influence of the 'Goodwill Aura,' she did indeed have an appreciative thought towards Steve, but to say 'like.'

Yes, but it was the appreciation of a superior for a capable subordinate, a kind of liking unrelated to romance.

"As far as I know, among the highest-ranking deities, there is a god named Death.

Are you her, her servant, or a clone?"

Hearing this, Hela couldn't help but laugh, a smile beneath her smoky makeup, not a demure grin, but rather an unladylike, belly-aching laugh, displaying a hearty and unique charm that made people's eyes burn with passion.

"Haha, you're killing me with laughter.

I'm a clone?

Given your ignorance, I'll spare you the death penalty.

Now, hurry up and thank your King!"

Thank you? Thank your mother's head!

You're saying the King's kindness can't be repaid, right!

"Alright, it seems you are called the Goddess of Death because of excessive slaughter.

Regarding the law of death, you only understand a superficial aspect.

I have no interest in your executioner position, nor do I have any desire to participate.

If you're looking for a husband, I might just volunteer myself!"

Steve indeed had no interest in being a sycophant, but that didn't mean he had no interest in Hela.

After all, who could refuse Blanchett? He had to conquer her fiercely!

After her wild laughter, Hela's fair face showed regret.

She brushed her hands over her head, and a spider-like battle helmet slowly extended.

Two unique long swords also appeared in her hands, and she walked gracefully in high heels.

"That's truly a shame, it seems you wish to die! You, a mere wretch, want to be my husband? Let me see if you are even worthy!"

They started fighting without another word.

To win her favor, the first step was to defeat her!

If he won, there was still room for discussion; if he lost, then he might as well reincarnate as a new character!

Steve also wanted to test Hela's measure, to see how strong Hela truly was and where the gap between them lay.

Clang!

Instead of retreating, they advanced, and their weapons clashed.

Steve smoothly used a parrying move to deflect Hela's wide, powerful slash, then countered by using his shield to knock her flying.

Hela crashed into the mountain rock face, and she was surprised by Steve's strength.

Swish swish swish!

Steve charged forward, facing the constantly flying long swords, his body's flexibility increasing again.

All environmental factors were presented in his mind, and his brain quickly calculated various possible parameters.

With a forceful flick of his shield, the round shield bounced back and forth off each long sword in the air, batting them away.

He forcefully threw the hammer and charged forward, closing the distance.

Hela smirked, batting away the ricocheting shield with a single palm.

She extended her right hand, intending to catch mjolnir, just like in the movie, and crush the hammer with her bare hands!

The next second, the hammer transformed into a grenade.

Boom!

The grenade, made with Chitauri technology, exploded in Hela's grip.

She was unharmed, but her fair face was blackened, and the gunpowder ruined her smoky makeup.

Hela hadn't yet noticed Steve's prank, only giving a disdainful smile.

"Is that all you've got?"

Steve took out a mirror and held it up to her, allowing Hela to see her current disheveled appearance.

"I'm sorry, you lost.

Look at your pathetic state.

I suggest you take a hot bath, change your clothes, and then come back to fight me."

Hela clasped her fair face with both hands, her expression turning ashen.

She was furious! Extremely furious!

Even as the Goddess of Death, a cold and powerful woman, she still cared about her appearance, didn't she!

There wasn't a woman who didn't care about beauty!

This time, he had truly poked a hornet's nest; prepare for the storm!

"You're asking for death!"

The enraged Hela attacked with full force, a storm of blows, each punch exceeding thirty tons, equivalent to a car traveling at 100 kilometers per hour hitting head-on.

At first, Steve tried to block with his fists, but after two punches, he had to activate Extremis to repair the damage to his body.

The vibrations from the impact caused some muscle tearing; the Goddess of Death lived up to her name.

With just one spell, Hela's fair complexion was restored.

She gritted her teeth and punched Steve's shield.

Clang!

Even defending with his shield, he was knocked back two meters; the power of that furious punch was terrifying!

Hela's combat skills were highly sophisticated, not focused on precise one-on-one duels, but rather on wide, sweeping battlefield slaughter.

This meant every attack was made with full force; if you couldn't block it, the next one meant death!

Even if you blocked it, you had to consider whether you could withstand the subsequent attacks.

Being able to eat one bowl of rice doesn't mean you can continuously eat a hundred; you'll eventually be stuffed to death.

Hela's attack style was like this: once it started, it was an endless barrage of critical hits.

Steve put away his shield, seizing the opportunity to circle around Hela the moment she threw a punch, and took her down with joint lock techniques.

His right hand was on top, crossed with his left hand, restricting the force point of her right hand.

Her legs were also trapped; except for her head, all other parts were locked!

This fighting style made Hela's eyes light up; it was truly something she had never seen before.

But the next second, she became enraged again, because this position was incredibly humiliating!

"Let go of me!"

"I can hold you like this for ten thousand years.

You still want me to be your executioner?

Women should just stay home and have babies!"

Steve pressed his advantage; being able to lock Helanow didn't mean he could defeat her.

He was only able to lock her because she couldn't exert force, her power couldn't be unleashed, so even immense strength was useless!

"Ah!"

Hela struggled fiercely, but she ultimately couldn't break free.

In her fury, she suddenly thrust backward, attempting to headbutt Steve into unconsciousness and then seize the opportunity to escape her restraints.

Unexpectedly, Steve easily dodged, and instead, used the opportunity to bite her, causing the two to remain in a stalemate.

The enraged Hela struggled violently, twisting her head left and right, trying to summon weapons to pierce Steve, but she was so tightly constrained that she couldn't do anything.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour.

Finally, even Frigga came out to see what was happening, and upon seeing Hela locked up, she was somewhat taken aback.

"You're Hela, right?"

"Ugh! Frigga! Hmph, Odin is dead, haha, he was just a coward, he killed himself before I could kill him!"

Unable to personally kill her enemy who had sealed her for two thousand years, unable to exact her revenge, this hatred was like a seed, constantly taking root and sprouting, making her increasingly obsessive.

"He did make mistakes, and you are truly very much like him.

It was precisely because you were so alike that he had to seal you."

Frigga looked up at the sky, recalling the historical records of bygone years.

The things others didn't know about history, she knew very clearly, crystal clear.

"Nonsense! He was wrong, he deserved to die! He had to die!!! You beast, let go of me quickly! In the name of the Queen of Asgard, I command you to release me!"

The enraged Hela began to struggle again, almost throwing Steve off.

But Steve, having regained his composure, locked her firmly once more, leaving her unable to move.

"If there is no transformation, sooner or later a stronger force will be encountered.

At that time, with an unstable territory, internal and external troubles, Asgard will inevitably perish!

He wanted to stop and recuperate, not because he was afraid, but to seek stability.

You also know that the territories conquered often experienced rebellions because they refused to be governed.

To stabilize the territory, he had no choice but to stop his expansion.

You disagreed at that time, and you had already reached a point of irreconcilable differences.

Odin didn't want to kill you, so he sent the Valkyriecorps to apprehend you.

But you annihilated a powerful army, making Odin feel that you were beyond saving, and he could only imprison you in Hel."

As one of the parties involved, Frigga had a very clear understanding of this matter.

What could be clearer and more thorough than looking at the entire situation from the perspective of a wife, an observer?

Hela was in a fit of rage at the time; no matter how reasonable the explanation, she wouldn't listen.

Her long imprisonment had made her extremely paranoid, willing to believe only what she herself believed.

Her subconscious told her that Odin was wrong, and Odin had to die.

Speaking in agreement with her would earn her approval.

Conversely, arguing with her and proving her wrong, no matter how correct the arguments, Hela would only believe she was right.

Paranoia, that's what this situation describes.

"Hela is right, Odin deserved to die, even though Thorand I are friends.

But that old bastard Odin actually used my things as leverage, making me work for free.

He might as well have been like Hela from the start; at least being a Bandit sounds better than being a thief.

A hypocritical, prejudiced old stubborn man, who wanted my help but put on a condescending attitude.

Wasn't he very strong? I haven't seen him at full power being able to kill me."

Steve, however, saw the information prompt and began to join Hela in badmouthing Odin.

If Odin had been willing to speak with him calmly, to sit down and negotiate properly, and help fight the Dark Elves, Steve would certainly have been happy to cooperate.

The mutual benefits of cooperation would surely be better than one-sided plunder.

Unfortunately, Odin, for some unknown reason, insisted on maintaining a condescending attitude.

His cooperation with Steve felt like pity; did Captain America need pity from an alien?

Hela gave Steve a surprised look, but soon Steve bit her again, and that little bit of goodwill immediately vanished.

"You beast, let go of me, don't let me get my hands free, or I will kill you!"

"Before you kill me, I'm going to make you have my children first."

Steve was not to be outdone; since they were already trading insults, he might as well exaggerate as much as possible, no taxes on bragging.

"Ah! Damn it! Beast! Scoundrel! You truly deserve to die!"

Hela was so enraged that she nearly ascended to the heavens, struggling madly, and finally, she couldn't stand Frigga's strange expression anymore.

Filled with hatred, she directly unleashed the Eternal Flame to incinerate both of them together!

Chapter 185 The Captain Must Come

Unexpectedly, Steve could absorb the Eternal Flame!

Although his whole body ached, the Extremis was fully operational and could slowly resist the scorching of the Eternal Flame. The serum also frantically circulated cells, providing energy for damaged cells to repair themselves.

He was back to the situation where he was constantly being pulled, burned, repaired, and then burned again, just like after Odin's full-power strike.

This time, Steve gritted his teeth and persevered. After all, it was just a test of strength, and he wasn't afraid at all.

"I can keep this up with you for a lifetime!"

"Heh heh, you ant, ah! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Flames blazed continuously, and the two were engulfed in the inferno.

Frigga's expression was quite complex, with both the satisfaction of vengeance and an unknown worry. Perhaps it was the bond of a night as husband and wife, but she had been Steve's wife for several days, so she felt some affection for him.

"What should I do? Should I take this opportunity to kill him? Or pretend I didn't see anything?"

After a while, just as Frigga was about to make a move, she suddenly felt nauseous. She ran to the side and vomited continuously. All the food she had eaten was digested, leaving only some bitter water.

The inexplicable vomiting made Frigga feel a sense of unease. She had an ominous premonition; she could sense one thing: she might be pregnant!

Asgardians are different from Blue Star humans; it is very difficult for them to get pregnant.

Perhaps it is the law of species balance: the more powerful a creature, the harder it is to bear offspring.

Asgardians generally have physiques three times stronger than Blue Star humans, and this is the lowest tier. Above that, it's even more exaggerated. Thor isn't even the ceiling; he can float in space, where temperatures are over a hundred degrees below zero, for days without dying!

Hela is even more exaggerated; she won't die even if her heart is pierced! This already defies common sense. There's only one possibility: the repair ability of these weak points, like the heart, can instantly heal injuries!

Only then can one have an almost invincible physique and the illusion of being unkillable.

Thinking of the terrible consequences, Frigga couldn't help but cast a magic spell on herself.

A magic ring scanned her from head to toe, allowing her to understand her physical condition.

Looking at the reflected image, she grimaced and dispelled it. Her eyes held a mix of anger, hatred, and confusion; she was pregnant!

Steve, you beast!

Asgardian doctrine does not allow abortion. Population resources are the most precious strategic asset; with people, there is hope, and with people, miracles can be created.

Moreover, the number of Asgardians has always been small, not because they don't want to have children, but because it's not that easy to have them.

Now, she was in this situation. It was a dilemma: to have the child or not to have the child.

Three days later.

Frigga was still sitting against the rock wall, her eyes blank. She had no idea what to do. To have the child or not, that was the question!

If she gave birth, what about the child? Should she, the Queen of Asgard, marry a low-ranking race from the lower realms?

Wouldn't that be a loss of face? She herself felt too ashamed.

But if she didn't give birth, it would violate her creed and the original teachings of her heart. It would also be very dangerous; she might even have all her magicstripped away.

Those who do not follow the doctrine, those with rebellious hearts, cannot obtain the power of Asgard!

Otherwise, Valkyrie, the sole survivor of the ValkyrieLegion, would not have gone to Sakaar to live a life of debauchery, trying to numb herself.

She didn't want to betray Asgard; it was her homeland, the source of her power. Even if Asgard was destroyed, her power would not disappear.

But if warriors like them, who were empowered by Asgard, violated their creed, that power would be taken back in minutes.

Fighting Thor and Hela was not considered rebellion; they were not kings, nor were they beneficiaries of this rule.

For three days, Hela also endured immense pain. Only when the Eternal Flame was completely absorbed did she have to stop her insane act of self-immolation.

"Heh heh, you're out of strength, right? Then it's my turn to counterattack!

You think you're high and mighty, but in fact, you're just a frog in a well, looking at the sky from the bottom. You don't even know what power is!

You know nothing about power, my dear Hela!"

Steve turned the tables, carrying Hela, who had exhausted her divine power and couldn't replenish it temporarily, into the ruins.

He pulled Frigga up casually, pinching her chin with a gentle and sunny smile.

"Don't overthink it. If you have a child, give birth to it. I'll take responsibility. As long as we don't tell anyone, who will know?

If not for you, then for the child in your belly. She is not just my child, but yours too. Can you bear to harm her?"

"No, I won't! I won't harm my child!"

Frigga suddenly realized at this moment, yes, as long as she didn't say anything, and Steve didn't say anything, who would know that she had given birth to a second child!

Hiding and not seeing anyone, that was also a strategy!

This was quite good. Perhaps, this was the only solution!

This was not a solution at all; it was clearly a deception! A big deception!

Looking at the powerless Hela, Steve showed a standard gentleman's smile. Strike while the iron is hot; if not now, when?.

Today, Captain America would battle the Goddess of Death for three hundred rounds, to see what was what, what her combat power was like, what her engine stroke was, and whether the wear and tear was severe.

Official history isn't necessarily correct, but unofficial history is definitely wild enough!

Four days later.

Blue Star was plunged into darkness. Malekith had arrived here a day earlier, landing in London's Royal Square.

This was the moment when the Nine Realms aligned on the same orbit. Using the Aether Particle (Reality Stone) would transform the Nine Realms, along with the surrounding star fields, into darkness!

Pure, primordial darkness, capable of devouring other life and hatching Dark Elves from their remains.

The race shall once again be great and prosperous!

Thor was released by Frigga. Setting aside the mother-son reunion for a moment.

He and Loki were dispatched to Blue Star to stop the Dark Elves and send Jane back.

A small contingent of Asgardian troops also went, not a large-scale expedition, led by The Warriors Three.

As for where Hela went, she was locked in a fierce battle against her number one enemy, Steve. Today, either the Goddess of Death would be disgraced, or Captain America would die a martyr; neither side could afford to lose.

Blue Star was now gripped by fear due to the darkness. At first, Great Britain, without the Kingdom of Ireland, was unwilling for U.S. troops to intervene, secretly dispatching their own developed super-soldiers to fight the Dark Elves.

If they could defeat the Dark Elves, that unique alien spaceship, shaped like a cross and over five hundred meters tall, would be theirs!

As a result, in one encounter, the super-soldiers were instantly killed!

They were pulverized by energy weapons!

Even the cabinet where the ministers worked was bombed, scaring the old queen into immediately calling for aid. If they didn't get help soon, they couldn't fight on!

Tony had already tracked Killian's whereabouts and was preparing for a decisive battle when Furydispatched him to Britain to resolve another alien invasion.

This incident directly triggered his war syndrome!

During the last Chitauri Legion invasion, even nuclear bombs were used. It was he, Rhodes, and Whiplashwho worked together to divert the nuclear bomb, otherwise, millions of people in New York would have been destroyed by it!

Steve was even more at the forefront, passing through the wormhole to blow up the Chitauri Legion's control mothership. Otherwise, if the fight continued, they would have run out of ammunition and supplies and would have been destined to lose!

Don't fear a god-like opponent, only a pig-like teammate.

All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents assembled, and even the Dark Avengers were called together to go to London to fight the aliens.

Reporters worldwide moved at the news, sniffing out the hottest superhero business opportunity. Recently, the superhero industry chain had been booming and bustling.

Any news about superheroes, even gossip, could bring in a lot of traffic.

But when they finally made it to London, they found it was dark!

Electromagnetic signals were also blocked, leaving them completely blind and deaf. They couldn't see anything or hear anyone speak.

Their five senses were completely deprived, and this fear spread and grew in the darkness, causing everyone to break down!

The Avengers also encountered trouble. Everyone lost contact with each other. They didn't even see who the enemy was or where they were before the screen went black. How could they fight?

Everyone was completely in the dark, realizing that this was probably a high-level game!

Bronze and silver players mistakenly entered a King's game, and were instantly killed the moment they showed their heads!

F*ck you! They didn't even get to fight face-to-face; they just kicked the bucket! How do you play? Please enlighten me!

This lasted for half an hour. The darkness before them grew thicker and thicker, and despair began to grow in their hearts.

Tony was sealed in his Iron Man Suit. He couldn't contact anyone else; only Jarvis's voice here could control the suit's system, but the main body couldn't be reached!

The suit had always transmitted data through dedicated satellite signals. Now that the signal transmission channel was blocked, Tony became a blind man with his eyes open!

Just as everyone was in despair, a bolt of lightning pierced through the darkness, accompanied by the appearance of the Bifrost Bridge.

The darkness receded considerably, and everyone saw Steve, in a handsome stealth suit, emerge from the Bifrost Bridge, followed by Thor, Loki, and a cold, proud woman with an exceptionally powerful aura.

"It's Captain! We're saved! Haha!"

Hulk was the first to jump up happily, a typical behavior of a simple child.

"Oh! It's Captain, Captain, you're finally here!"

"Tsk! Old Popsicle! In the end, I still have to rely on you! You really are something!"

"Wherever Steve is, everyone has a backbone and feels safe."

Everyone's expressions were different. Whether they admitted it or not, whether they respected Steve or not, they had to admit that in moments of despair, no one else could stand up and be the backbone.

Only when Steve arrived could he bring a sense of security.

Steve walked into the sunlight, picked up mjolnir, and a bolt of lightning struck down.

"Avengers! Assemble!"

"Charge!"

"Roar!"

Hulk charged first into the storm at the center of the square, fiercely cracking Malekith's barrier.

Hawkeye shot an explosive arrow, which streaked across like a meteor.

Tony, meanwhile, expended a third of his energy, firing a laser from his arm that swept across.

Thor unleashed all his lightning, striking with a powerful blow.

War Machine positioned his arms, activated his Gatling guns, and emptied all his bullets within three seconds!

Natasha, the Black Widow, drew her pistol and fired. She was just a mortal, and her abilities could only go so far.

The combined attacks of the group widened the barrier's crack, which was finally shattered by mjolnir!

The hammer continued its momentum, striking Malekith's head, and a longsword arrived first, piercing Malekith through!

Malekith, who was using the Aether Particle to change reality, was forced to interrupt the ritual. Suddenly, the darkness began to recede, and the sun began to reappear.

"No! No!"

Malekith frantically urged the Aether Particle, but time had already passed. Since he couldn't complete turning the entire Universe into darkness within the fixed time frame, he would have to wait another five thousand years!

But the superheroes present wouldn't give him that chance. Now it was time for a group beatdown!

Hulk charged forward, grabbed one of Malekith's legs, lifted him up, and slammed him hard onto the ground. The unsatisfied Hulk continued to smash him frantically, the vibrations even felt by the ground.

He swung him back and forth, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of a swing ride.

"Yes, that's right, that's the feeling!"

Loki excitedly waved his fists. Seeing the move that had once been used on him now being used on Malekith, he felt an indescribable satisfaction!

Smiles don't disappear; they just transfer. Now it was finally his turn, so he naturally had to smile happily!

Seeing Thor's gaze towards him, Loki realized he had lost his composure. To cover up the embarrassment of the New York Battle, he spoke again, explaining.

"I just really like this move."

Hela was still as arrogant as ever, seeing through her foolish brother's thoughts at a glance.

"That green monster used that move on you too, didn't he?"

"That's right, I can prove it!"

Tony leaned over. The moment he saw Hela, his eyes lit up. What a stunningly beautiful cold woman!

If Hill was the type of capable beauty, then Helapossessed an innate noble and cold elegance, an absolute ice queen, like a thorny rose that could kill you at any moment!

Hela glanced at Tony, then snorted disdainfully.

"Weakling, get lost!"

Bang!

Tony immediately felt a dizzying sensation, and he flew dozens of meters away. Such an unprovoked attack, even on an ally!

Whiplash, standing nearby, didn't even care about ganging up on Malekith anymore. He took off his mask, pointed a finger at Tony, and held his stomach, laughing non-stop.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter, haha! Tony Stark is so embarrassed!.

Hey, everyone, come look! Someone tried to flirt and got beaten up instead! Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter, I can't stop laughing!"

These words made Tony's face turn even darker. What the heck!

Only Steve had a strange expression. Hela was already in a foul mood; wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Chapter 186: Furious Hela Wants to Kill Her Husband

"Ivan, you bastard, you want to fight, huh!"

An enraged Tony really wanted to fight Hela, but Jarvisheld him back, analyzing their combat power and concluding there was zero chance of success.

That's why Tony roared at Whiplash. He couldn't beat Hela, couldn't beat the Goddess of Death, but he couldn't beat this fake? No way!

"Fight then, I'm not scared of you! I've wanted to kill you for a long time! Captain, you saw it, he suggested it first!"

Whiplash wasn't going to humor Tony. If it was a fight, it was a fight. It wasn't often he got a legitimate, open chance to beat Iron Man to a pulp and gain some prestige!

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, War Machine quickly went to pull Iron Man away. Green Goblin went to restrain Whiplash, with both sides having someone to break up the fight.

Is this the time for an internal fight?

No! It's time to unite and face the enemy!

"Take it easy, it's being live-streamed! After we deal with Malekith, you can fight all you want! Don't just stand there, go!"

Steve had a headache and quickly ordered them to charge, while also applying his aura effects to them.

Only Hulk was the most worry-free. He never slacked off from beginning to end. Even if he was knocked away, he quickly got back up, roaring and charging forward. His main thing was just being obedient!

Abomination was no less. He did whatever Hulk did. His main thing was not being outdone; he wanted to prove he was stronger than Hulk, to be even more dazzling than him!

Tony snorted in annoyance at this. He was just angry, and he didn't want to fight. Even if they fought, they were evenly matched, unless he resorted to special methods.

But once he used those methods, the casualties would be beyond his control. If he didn't use them, then they really would be evenly matched. No one could laugh at anyone, and no one could beat anyone!

Whiplash knew this too, but he was betting Tony's gun had no bullets!

No, he was betting Tony wouldn't use the laser super-weapon. That wouldn't be a fight, but a life-or-death struggle.

Watching everyone gang up on Malekith, even Thorjoined the fray. The last time the Dark Elf escaped, it led to Odin's tragic death, and that debt had to be settled with him!

As for Steve?

Thor didn't not want to confront him, but Frigga had strictly forbidden it. One more enemy was worse than one more friend.

Asgard was already in this state, having lost Odin, its legendary Guardian. In the future, there would be many situations requiring the help of friends. These were all Thor's assets; connections were the most important.

Many friends meant much help. Many enemies, making enemies on all sides, meant he wouldn't even know how he died in the future!

Listening to his mother was Thor's virtue.

So, he put aside his hatred for Steve and transferred it to Malekith, fighting with ferocious intensity!

Each time, he cut Malekith in half, and each time, Malekith regenerated using the Aether Particle.

He truly was the King of the Dark Elves. With just this one Infinity Stone, he could contend with so many heroes. His use of the Stone was also masterful. Stevesecretly watched and learned diligently from the side!

Where could one find such a good teacher for hands-on instruction?

The aura accelerated stamina recovery, allowing them to work like oxen.

Hela stood by, a disdainful smile always on her lips. She and Steve had only a temporary truce, having accepted the suggestion of cooperation.

What was done was done. She couldn't do anything to Steve, and Steve couldn't do anything to her.

Continuing their stalemate would only lead to further internal attrition, which was meaningless.

As Steve said, she had been in prison for two thousand years, becoming a "prison boss." Now that she was out, freedom was paramount. If they could join forces, they would undoubtedly be invincible.

And collecting the Infinity Stones was an excellent strategic goal. Steve would collect the Stones, and Helawould continue to enhance her power and deepen her understanding of the law of death. It was a win-win for everyone.

As for the purple potato Thanos, honestly, Thanos only bullied the people of Earth because they couldn't break his defenses.

But whenever he encountered a female War God of Hela's caliber, he would be completely suppressed.

Not to mention the distant past, but more recently, with Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, on their side, an utterly berserk Wanda could tear Thanos apart with Chaos magic!

This was the disparity in power. With Wanda and Jean Grey as backup, Steve had nothing to fear.

Now, calculating the time, it was almost right. Wanda's abilities should have been activated by the Mind Stone. The next step was to go and recruit her.

When not fighting, he'd research car speed and engine maintenance; when a fight was needed, he'd bring her out to instantly kill enemies.

His main thing was slacking off, and being a kept man!

How many people wanted this kind of life but didn't have the good fortune!

"You Earthlings are really weak!"

Hela still had that disdainful expression, looking down on everyone. In terms of strength, even the strongest Thor in the Avengers was crushed by her, so she certainly had the right to say that.

If it weren't for her entanglement with Steve, which made Hela abandon the idea of invading Earth, she probably wouldn't have come alone now, but with the armies of Asgard.

While dealing with Malekith and seizing the Aether Particle, she would also conveniently start a war and conquer this Planet.

As the two were still watching the show, a portal appeared, and several individuals in strange combat suits and helmets emerged.

"You two, come with us. We are the Time Variance Authority. You have violated time regulations. This is not the time you should appear."

The Time Variance Authority, or TVA for short!

All events were planned: who appeared when, and what happened.

From major events like every Avengers assembly to minor details like everyone's meal and bathroom times, everything was planned.

Whenever an unexpected node appeared, the Time Variance Authority would intervene to fix it.

The most direct method was to go back to a certain time node, eliminate the person who caused the anomaly, and replace them with a clone.

Steve raised an eyebrow, surprised that the Time Variance Authority actually existed now. He stopped Hela, who was about to act, wanting to extract more information before they died.

"How did I violate time regulations? Tell me."

"The timeline is like a book. Your every move is clearly written within it. You have overstepped your own timeline; you shouldn't be together.

Hela, you should be in prison, not out here being Queen of Asgard.

Time variations must be corrected, otherwise the Multiverse will collapse. Your sacrifice is for the good of everyone."

No sooner had the Time Variance Authority agent finished speaking than he saw a long sword pierce through his body from behind.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Hela danced in place, conjuring several weapons from thin air. The magic, which could originally only attack forwards, had gained inspiration from her entanglement with Steve, leading to a reverse piercing attack.

Originally, her mental constructs required her to face forward, and the flying weapons could precisely strike enemies.

But now, the weapons she created could reverse direction, flying from behind the enemy towards herself. They could pierce enemies stealthily, launching sudden attacks from behind, making them impossible to guard against!

After slaughtering these people, Steve didn't go over, but instead ordered the nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. squad members to strip them of their equipment for thorough study.

When the squad members touched them, they trembled and convulsed, and soon after, they vanished into white light.

Something's strange!

"Break the portal. These people come from a mysterious force we don't even know. It seems now that the so-called timeline must have changed beyond what was expected, causing many subsequent events.

They said you were supposed to escape your prison years later, but I angered Odin, making him choose not to cling to life, but to break free and fight me.

After that, he could no longer suppress his power, was consumed by it, and died.

You also escaped early because Odin died. So, it seems we've both been targeted. It feels a bit like a couple in distress."

Steve analyzed to himself. He never expected the so-called Time Variance Authority to actually exist.

If it truly existed, why had his previous actions not attracted the attention of the Time Variance Authority?

Was it because his power was insufficient, so the ripples he created were too small to be noticed?

Hela's beautiful face showed a hint of disgust. She glared at Steve in annoyance. Just thinking about what happened a few days ago, she wished she could kill this beast!

"Who's a couple in distress with you? I'm telling you, you're a shameless scoundrel!

If I get the chance, you'll be the first one I kill!"

These words were truly heartfelt. Hela had never endured such humiliation. She had always been conquering, and while she could be defeated, she would become stronger after being beaten.

But no one had ever treated her like Steve, doing such outrageous things. He had completely lost all sense of decency!

"No matter what you say, it's already a fact. I think these people are just pawns. They're dead, and stronger people will surely appear later.

I'm afraid your idea of conquering Worlds will have to be put on hold. We need to work together to solve these problems first.

When the portal opened just now, didn't you feel that our powers were ineffective in that World?"

Steve changed the subject. With the 'marital' reality established, he wasn't afraid of Hela turning on him. If worst came to worst, he could even use a child as a threat.

Perhaps the powerful woman who conquered the Nine Realms, the renowned general, the decisive Goddess of Death, would never have imagined having a child!

"You're full of it! This old lady doesn't want kids, no one can make me!"

Hela couldn't help but curse. Steve had angered her greatly. She had never seen such a shameless man!

And Captain America, no less! Is this the American style?

Oh! It's hegemony, then never mind. He's indeed a beast, so being a beastly Captain is also a beast. Nothing wrong with that!

"Calm down. Right now, we have two things to do. The first is to get rid of Malekith, get the Aether Particle, and learn how to control it.

The second is to deal with these Time Variance Authority people. You've never heard of them, which proves they're outside our scope of knowledge. Perhaps no one else knows either.

Oh, right, I have a lover, she's the Sorcerer Supreme, in charge of the Time Stone. Perhaps she knows something."

Steve remembered Ancient One.

Thinking of Ancient One, he felt irritated. He was stuck with Ancient One, and when a woman decides to scheme against a man, no matter what, the man cannot escape.

Getting involved personally, getting pregnant with your child – tell me, aren't you scared?

This move was originally for Steve to use on other women, but Ancient One turned the tables on him. It was a complete reversal!

Outrageous!

"Hmm? Sorcerer Supreme? That's not bad. Hmph, you bastard have quite a lot of lovers."

Hela continued to mock indifferently, never missing an opportunity. Why? Because Steve disgusted her. She had seen shameless people, but never one quite so shameless.

No more rules of the jianghu, no more jianghu morality. Pure scoundrel!

Scoundrel or not, as long as the result was achieved, gentleman or scoundrel didn't matter.

Unexpectedly, Steve's face hardened, and he looked at her angrily.

"I won't allow you to speak of yourself that way. You're not a bastard, you're my girlfriend. Be confident, Hela, you are a valiant general, the Queen of Asgard, and you have me behind you!"

Hela didn't react at first, not understanding why he was talking to her like that.

But she quickly realized that she had just called Steve's lovers 'bastard lovers'!

She meant Steve was a bastard for having so many lovers. She didn't mean he had many 'bastard lovers,' and she certainly wasn't Steve's lover!

"You beast! Die!"

A moment of patience brings calm, a step back brings more regret. So, she drew her sword and attacked!

Enraged Hela launched another deadly assault. Steveraised his shield, constantly dodging, and occasionally punching Hela.

This only enraged Hela further. She kicked the shield, sending Steve flying next to Malekith.

"Hey, buddy, you're in trouble!"

Malekith, who was grappling with Hulk, was a bit stunned. Who was this guy?

"Hulk, get out of the way!"

Hulk also felt a sudden jolt of fear and quickly lunged to the side.

The next second, Hela followed like a shadow, her long sword slashing down fiercely.

Malekith was split in two from top to bottom, his insides mixing together. He died without even knowing how, and the Aether Particle's effect didn't even activate.

Steve gripped the blood-mist-like fragmented gem, forming a gauntlet in his hand, and firmly grasped Hela's long sword.

He brutally beat her. The gauntlet, transformed by the Reality Stone, could ignore the sword's sharpness, acting as a restraint.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Hela roared, and the earth seemed to tremble with her rage.

Countless skeletal soldiers rose from the ground. These were the spirits of the dead, already buried, forcibly awakened by Hela.

Hela, retreating to a distance, held her long sword and pointed it at Steve.

"Go! Kill him!"

Zzzzt!

The sky became thunderous and flashing. The next second, mjolnir slammed into the ground. Countless blue electric currents spread out, bouncing continuously among the skeletal soldiers!

Chapter 187 Fighting for the spoils, bringing Ying to stir up trouble

With one move, the field was cleared, all the small soldiers gone. There were originally thousands of skeleton soldiers, but after a lightning strike, only a third remained.

All the superheroes were stunned. "Wait, when did Captain America learn to use lightning? And what's with these summoned skeleton soldiers?"

From the moment Malekith summoned the darkness to Captain America appearing with the people of Asgard.

Now, the two sides, who were originally allies, were fighting again, which felt very strange. Out of nowhere, who would have thought that this was just an argument between a temporary couple?

Hela had never admitted to being a couple from beginning to end, and it was impossible for her to admit it.

To be her husband, one must defeat her honorably. Otherwise, there was no possibility of marriage. According to her personality, joining a harem would inevitably cause a stir.

It was still too early to talk about such things without an emotional foundation.

In fact, fighting was also a form of interaction between a couple, even if this interaction was very strange.

Tony couldn't help but lean over to ask Thor.

"Hot stuff, boy, what's with that woman? Is she Steve's girlfriend?"

It's no wonder Tony asked that; Steve was just so unconventional. Others were busy fighting criminals, working themselves to death.

But he, Captain America, the spiritual pillar, took the lead in slacking off.

Slacking off was one thing, but he was completely at ease with it. He didn't even panic when caught, because everyone thought Captain America was doing the right thing, no problem.

What's wrong with dating during work hours? Is he eating your rice?

Thor pretended not to hear and looked at the huge spaceship in the distance.

"That should be Asgard's spoils of war! Malekith was struck down by my sister, so it should belong to us Asgardians!"

"Yes, that's right, my sister scored 13.0, you guys scored 3.0, my sister got MVP! You're just carried!"

Loki also added fuel to the fire. The moment he saw Hela's powerful combat ability, he no longer had an obsession with the position of king.

Perhaps in this troubled time, a strong person should be in charge of Asgard to suppress those restless subordinate forces and make them continue to work like cattle and horses, contributing to Asgard!

"Your sister? Too violent, too terrifying!"

Tony instantly felt that Maya was quite good. Although she was a 'hundred-man slayer,' she was truly in love with him, and there was no disputing that.

Are men allowed to flirt, but women are not allowed to love freely?

It's just a hundred relationships! He'd bear it!

For marriage, it's better to find someone suitable and understanding, not someone strong who fights all the time at home!

The two crashed into each other again, punching and kicking, without holding back in the slightest, completely aiming to kill.

Twisting his body, he flung his shield out with great force.

Clang!

Hela caught the shield with one hand, her feet planted firmly on the ground, without even a hint of movement.

She disdainfully tossed the shield to the ground, and half of the reinforced shield was embedded in the earth! This power made everyone's eyelids twitch.

Although Captain America's flying shield wasn't particularly strong in terms of attack power, it wasn't easy for ordinary people to catch, and they couldn't catch it.

If someone could catch it, Captain America wouldn't use that move to attack. This wasn't a movie, but a real fight. If the shield was thrown out and caught, it was like throwing a meat bun at a dog!

Thump!

Fist against fist, the power of this punch shattered the entire plaza floor! The floor tiles didn't just crack, they were completely broken!

They turned into a pulverized mess; a gust of wind would be enough to kick up a cloud of dust. This level of power was already incomprehensible, exceeding everyone's scope of understanding.

The drone live broadcast also captured this scene. After communication was restored, Captain America and Hela's decisive battle could be seen on the internet and television.

"Hiss, when did Captain America become so formidable! Terrifying!"

"My husband is truly amazing, how can there be such a powerful man!"

"I'm going to faint. No wonder Captain America has so many girlfriends. This strength, he's truly a pile driver!"

"Wait a minute, aren't you guys thinking about things in strange ways?"

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. office, Hill looked at the appearing Hela, her eyebrows raising slightly; it seemed this sister was a bit too fierce!

Beside her, Sharon, whose figure was made slender by her ladies' suit and who wore black open-toed high heels with a single strap, held a tablet. Her increasingly mature pretty face also showed hesitation.

"Hill, this Hela doesn't seem that easy to get along with! Look at Edith's analysis, she has strong violent tendencies, and her strength has reached the star-domain level.

I think my husband must have done something to this Hela, otherwise, she wouldn't be acting so abnormally. We should send in the army now."

That's why she was called an elite Agent! Even after being Deputy Director for so long, Sharon's awareness was still top-notch.

Especially as his pillow companion, she knew her man Steve's character all too well. While not exactly hypocritical, he definitely had moral failings in his private life.

This wasn't some heinous crime; purely on a personal level, it was hard to say anything.

After all, if one maintained their stance on major issues and the overall direction was correct, then no one would comment on their private life.

"Don't worry, my husband will handle it. He's shrewd; he'll only bring people back if he knows we can get along well."

Hill's worry flashed and disappeared, not because she was naive or optimistic, but because besides trust, there was no other choice.

She couldn't just throw a big tantrum, could she? It would be meaningless. She didn't have much experience in managing a marriage.

But one sentence she always kept in mind was that a man is like a ship, and a wife is the harbor. When sailing through winds and waves outside, there will always be a time to dock. What she had to do was to manage this harbor to be comfortable and warm. No matter how long the ship sailed outside, it would always come home, and upon returning, it would remember her, this harbor.

She had always done so, and the effect was not bad. Aside from reasons she couldn't bear, there was also her helplessness in not being able to control Steve.

Being single-minded was, of course, the best, but if not, it didn't matter.

"Send Edith to take over that spaceship. Don't let the British get to it first. If they dare to compete with us, kill them on the spot. There's no need to tolerate it. Raise the alert to S-Rank."

"Okay, I'll send a drone in first to check. If there are no problems, then arrange for Betty and the others to go see, how about that?"

Sharon asked subconsciously. Currently, there were still too few trustworthy talents.

She was beginning to understand why Steve sought out different types of women. To develop, he needed helpers. For high-level secrets like spaceships, naturally, only his own people could be trusted.

One regrets not having studied enough when it's time to use knowledge, and it's the same with talent.

Betty and Zhao Hailun were not very proficient in mechanics; their expertise was in genetics and biology.

As for Su Rui from Wakanda, she was an all-rounder, but could she be trusted at the moment?

The prerequisite for trust was to be brought back to the safe house Villa, a paradise unknown and unreachable to anyone.

Precisely because of its absolute secrecy, those who could be brought back were trusted sisters. This was an unspoken rule, so even Aunt Mei's later appearance was not surprising. Ancient One's appearance was somewhat unexpected, as there was too great a gap in both appearance and age.

Being a little ugly doesn't matter; in the dark, they're all the same.

Being with a slightly uglier sister only makes oneself appear more beautiful and confident, which is a good thing!

"Call Su Rui. She should know, and she must know. Sooner or later, she'll be on our side. She can't escape."

When Hill said this, a playful smile curled at the corner of her mouth, and it was unclear what she meant. Perhaps it was the inescapable fate of becoming sisters, or perhaps the inescapable fate of bearing children.

At that time, whether she had children and how many would not be up to her.

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Sharon was a very good executor, specializing in her field. This work used to be done by Hill, who was best at it.

Now, someone was needed to think, someone to act as a strategist, and that could only be Hill.

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. laboratory, Su Rui, wearing a white lab coat that formed a strong contrast with her chocolate-colored skin, was studying the Tesseract.

This mysterious power captivated her. Originally, the Tesseract had been taken back to Asgard by Thor along with Loki.

It had always been stored in Asgard, but later, when Hill and others returned from Asgard, they took the Tesseract with them.

It was taken to a secret laboratory for research, not brought back to the safe house, also for safety reasons.

The last time the Tesseract was inexplicably activated, Loki appeared. Later, it caused the collapse of the underground laboratory, resulting in hundreds of casualties, and countless research-developed fighter jets and heavy-duty equipment were buried three thousand meters underground.

Now, for safety's sake, it was placed in a secret laboratory.

This laboratory belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D. but was not in its archives. Even Director Fury couldn't find it; at most, he knew such a laboratory existed, but where it was or what projects it was researching, he had no idea.

The funding source didn't even go through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s accounts, so it couldn't be traced.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was now implicitly divided into two factions: one led by Hill and Sharon, and the other led by Director Fury.

Fury's faction also overlapped with Pierce's faction, with some being double Agents, ostensibly obeying Fury's command but actually HYDRA moles for Pierce.

The portal opening was no longer a surprise to Su Rui.

magic was indeed very mysterious and completely subverted traditional scientific values. It could easily cause those who believed in science above all else to experience a collapse of their worldview. This was a discipline that science could not explain, so it was natural to feel a breakdown.

They thought science was omnipotent, but the end of science was actually metaphysics! Unpredictable, unanalyzable, ineffable—how could this not make people break down?

But Su Rui wouldn't; she would only find it novel and interesting. In Wakanda, there were many unscientific places.

Vibranium energy shields, hypersonic sixth-generation jets, levitating high-speed trains—which of these didn't shatter people's worldview?

Ancient One stepped out of the portal, which then vanished. A gentle smile was on her face, and a subtle bulge could be seen beneath her robes, a characteristic of pregnancy.

"Su Rui, there's a Dark Elves spaceship left behind in London. Sharon and the others want you to go and take charge of it.

In the future, for interstellar travel, that spaceship will be an indispensable tool, and it can also help us avoid many detours."

Persuading people also depends on the situation. For a gentle, indecisive girl like Su Rui, gentle persuasion could easily make her accept.

"Interstellar spaceship? Hmm, interesting. Please send me over then."

Su Rui's spirits immediately lifted upon hearing this. She had been researching the Tesseract, starting from the most basic molecular sequence.

With the blueprints provided by Steve, which were conceived by Howard, analyzed by Tony, and finally revealed the Tesseract isotope.

Plus, there was a conjecture: the Infinity Stones cannot affect other Infinity Stones.

The setting was very clever and aligned well with scientific principles. Just like Loki tried to use the Mind Stone to control Tony, but was blocked by his Arc Reactor.

Inside it was a Space Stone isotope, so the phenomenon of a Stone not being able to affect another Stone existed.

Furthermore, when Malekith used the Aether Particle(Reality Stone) to shroud the entire World in darkness, her laboratory was not affected, precisely because the Tesseract was at work.

The Reality Stone cannot make the Space Stone cease to exist, nor can the Space Stone create a space without other Infinity Stones.

These Stones possess immense energy and represent certain laws themselves. If these isotopes could be found, and then rules sought, there would surely be considerable gains.

At the very least, it would prevent them from being flustered when facing other Stones. You have nuclear weapons, but I have a way to neutralize your nuclear weapons.

What's that called? Preparing for a rainy day!

As for interstellar travel, this was even more irresistible to Su Rui. The vast Universe held many exceptionally exciting things, and many novel unknowns awaited exploration; she simply couldn't refuse.

Over in London.

The meddling Little Britain Empire started again. On one hand, they contacted the United States, and on the other, they sent troops to the Dark Elves' spaceship, intending to go in and take over.

They were met by a S.H.I.E.L.D. special operations team that had already sealed off the spaceship, and an continuous stream of vehicles was arriving, beginning to transport supplies to build makeshift defensive fortifications.

"Stop! I am Captain James of the Royal Legion Eagle Assault Team. This spaceship landed in our Britain, so it is the property of our Empire. What you are doing violates the terms!

The NATO Defense Treaty does not stipulate that you can take our spoils of war. Leave immediately!

Otherwise, we will take strong measures against you and contact the U.S. Embassy in Britain to file a diplomatic protest!"

A burly officer stepped forward, pointing at Crossbones' nose and yelling. On his own turf, he naturally had a lot of confidence.

In all of Europe, only Britain and France had no U.S. military presence, and only they had the confidence and qualifications to challenge the United States.

Chapter 188 Hela Challenges Little Britain

If it were anyone else, they might have to ask for instructions first; this could escalate into a diplomatic incident, and if it led to conflict, the repercussions would be immense.

But Crossbones was not like that; no one who could be a HYDRA mole was ever a good person.

He picked his nose, dug out a booger, and flicked it directly at James.

Seeing this disgusting act, James dodged, but the adjutant behind him was not so lucky.

It landed on his face, a nauseating sight that made one's stomach churn!

As long as you dodge fast, your teammate is the one who suffers!

He was, after all, a special forces soldier, not like those bottom-tier, weed-smoking trash.

Even with a booger flicked at him, the adjutant made no move.

Routine prohibition, without rules, no elite special operations team can be trained.

"This is your first warning; if you provoke the Royal Legion again, we will retaliate, and your side will bear all consequences of this action!"

James's heart was already filled with rage, but he still controlled it well.

Later, if a fight broke out, he would definitely throw the man in front of him into a cesspit! Let him eat and drink his fill before coming back up!

Don't be disgusting, right? Which special operations soldier isn't an elite who has undergone special training, soaking in a swamp of dead bodies for a day and a night without even a frown?

Only by enduring and staying calm can one find the best time to execute a mission.

Crossbones, however, didn't fall for that; he was indoctrinated to follow the leader.

What "United States first"? That was just for fooling children; only "HYDRA first" was the most correct path!

Only under Captain Steve's leadership could HYDRAcreate a better World.

No wars, no exploitation, complete stability—this was their ultimate dream.

"Hmph! We also received notice that this spaceship is now under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control.

You trash, get out of here quickly! If it weren't for our Captain's intervention, you British troublemakers would have been extinct long ago, get out!"

Crossbones's insult was a direct hit; Britain had always played the role of a troublemaker, and this was a vivid description.

Nothing else, just because the British were so disgusting and despicable.

They didn't care if they themselves were doing poorly, but they absolutely couldn't stand to see others doing well.

They would rather die together than let others live well.

Whenever things got a little better, they would act as troublemakers, fanning the flames; in short, if they could stir up trouble, they would never be peacemakers.

If they could add gasoline, they would never add wood; the Fire had to grow bigger and bigger, preferably leading to a fight!

James was instantly enraged upon hearing this.

How those cabinet ministers acted was not for him to criticize or comment on.

As a soldier, obeying orders was his duty; he would do as he was told by his superiors.

But this did not mean he could stand by and watch Crossbones insult Britain without reacting; this was his country, and he was patriotic!

"Second warning! Leave this spaceship, or we will take strong measures!

All units, safety off, prepare for battle!"

At James's command, the special forces behind him began to spread out, finding advantageous terrain and setting up individual Rocket launchers and Gatling machine guns.

It seemed that Britain, the troublemaker, was determined to fight the United States to the end this time.

They were, after all, a conjugate father and son; it was just unknown whether the one who used to be the father now acknowledged that he had become the son.

Crossbones sneered when he saw the other party's stance.

"You want to start a War, do you? Very good! Move out!"

Da da da!

The machine guns, already set up and equipped with aiming chips, precisely locked onto the weak points of every Royal Special Forces member within two seconds.

Even though helmet protection was very thorough, weak points like eyes, throat, and nose were still exposed; full protection was impossible.

If there was a weak point, it would inevitably be targeted, and if targeted, one would die!

Not everyone had the full protection of an Iron Man Suitlike Iron Man and War Machine.

Even they couldn't guarantee they wouldn't get injured.

Gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of bodies falling, not the sound of jumping, but the uncontrolled thud of corpses hitting the ground after death.

James was still a bit puzzled; he turned around and saw that all his team members had been killed!

A surge of dread, anger, and terror rose in his heart!

Fear at the opponent's ability to instantly aim and kill well-trained elites, and anger that the opponent dared to open Fire and kill his teammates!

Completely disregarding whether this would spark an international War, even if Britain's strength had declined to an appalling degree, it was not something to be casually trampled upon!

"You beasts! How dare you kill people!"

Bang!

Crossbones quickly drew his gun, a single bullet exploding his head, a wisp of smoke rising, carrying the smell of gunpowder residue.

"Tch, trash.

Is S.H.I.E.L.D. something you can stop? Everyone listen, unless S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel come, it's a first warning, then direct Fire and kill on the second.

Anyone who comes must report to me; if it's the Captain, he can enter directly, understood?"

Setting aside the issue of position, Crossbones quite disliked Steve; he was too righteous, making one feel ashamed.

But if the roles were reversed, with the same position, he would immediately prostrate himself, transforming from disdain to a loyal fan.

He would do whatever he was told, even if it meant being a man on top of a man, it wouldn't be impossible.

Having such subordinates made things much easier to handle.

Any problems could just be pushed onto them; subordinates were for taking the blame, weren't they? Was the boss supposed to take it?

"Yes!"

Steve's orders must be fully executed.

Moreover, getting this kind of starship into their hands was a good thing for the entire S.H.I.E.L.D., a huge good thing!

At this moment, Steve and Hela had fought from the square to Buckingham Palace, intent on demolishing London into ruins.

The clash of their combat power generated massive shockwaves with every impact.

The ground shook, and the foundations of Buckingham Palace began to crack with each tremor.

The old Queen was urgently evacuated; if she didn't leave, once this place was reduced to ruins, she would die here!

She didn't want to die; Prime Ministers come and go, but the Queen is constant.

The Royal Guard dispatched troops to cover the Queen's evacuation and surrounded Steve and Hela.

"Stop your actions immediately! You are destroying Buckingham Palace.

I am General Wallace of the Royal Legion of the Little British Empire; I order you to immediately lay down your weapons and surrender!"

The high-spirited Wallace had no idea what kind of killing gods he was facing, still operating with the same mindset as the Anglophones.

It's not civilization that dictates World order, but strength.

The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons; some people cannot be reasoned with, and only with fists will they instantly sober up, their eyes becoming much clearer.

Steve raised an eyebrow; no one had ever dared to tell him to lay down his weapons and surrender.

This idiot really dared to say it!

"You or me? A competition to see who kills more?"

Hela raised an eyebrow; when she saw these British soldiers, she felt like a tiger watching ants roar in front of her—it was utterly ignorant.

It was no longer funny, but ignorant, seeking death, wanting to be reborn as a dog sooner!

"Let's compete then, who's afraid of whom, you beast, just wait to lose!"

As soon as Hela finished speaking, a green light flashed across her body, and a brand new set of armor covered her entirely.

Her flowing long hair was pulled up into an updo, and her distinctive spider helmet was put on again.

Whoosh!

A long sword flew out of thin air, directly hitting and shooting down Wallace's helicopter.

The next flying sword directly pierced their hearts, killing them before the helicopter crashed and exploded!

It began!

Hela against an army!

Steve seized the opportunity to spin his hammer, throwing it upwards, and then flew after it.

Drones began to position themselves, providing a full, unobstructed live broadcast of Hela.

The other superheroes hadn't left; they were all watching the show from a distance.

They weren't thinking of helping, nor could they help.

Help whom? Help Britain? That troublemaker isn't worth it, and isn't it stinky?

Help Hela? Look at her formidable combat power; if they went, they wouldn't be helping, but causing trouble.

Who knew if she'd punch them away? Tony hadn't tried it before.

Audiences watching the live broadcast on TV and computers widened their eyes, wanting to see how powerful Hela, titled Queen of Asgard and Goddess of Death, truly was.

Whoosh!

The long sword flew out, not only splitting the Rocketlauncher shell in two, but also splitting the individual Rocket launcher and the soldier in two!

Tank shells were caught in her hand and crushed directly, the exploding Fire controlled by divine power, and the next second, all of it was returned with a backhand.

Fire invaded through the gun barrel, burning the taxi soldiers in the cockpit into Pyro!

The overhead passage was blocked by a cover, and before they could even open it, they turned into Pyro!

The scorching temperature ignited the shells, and the explosion caused the entire tank to shatter!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Numerous flying swords were flung out, and Hela's beautiful face also began to bare her teeth; the joy of slaughter made her immensely excited.

Reaping lives, beating the weak, acting wantonly with power—this feeling was amazing!

Da da da!

Countless machine guns and assault rifles fired simultaneously, bullets forming a metal storm that struck Hela.

The armor made crisp clanging sounds, not even causing Hela pain, only some sensation; it couldn't be penetrated at all!

Without choosing to summon undead soldiers, Helacontinuously created flying swords using her ability to manifest objects from thought, each carrying immense power.

Coupled with the inherent sharpness of the weapons, no one could withstand a single blow.

They were either pierced through the heart or had their heads directly cut off.

Planes, tanks, armored vehicles were either blown up or Hela teleported over and threw them, vehicle and person together.

Buckingham Palace, gilded and symbolizing the face of Britain, was also smashed.

It wasn't hers, so naturally, she wouldn't feel pained.

Flying swords at long range, fists in close combat; a regiment of troops, urgently dispatched, was annihilated by Hela in less than five minutes!

This was without using any other abilities, purely clearing the field with the most basic close-combat methods.

Even so, a modern army, in the eyes of a high-level civilization god like Hela, was just a group of ants.

And she was like a pangolin, completely unafraid of ants' gnawing, a one-sided abuse.

Looking at the throne in the palace, made entirely of gold, much of the wealth plundered by the British Navy fleet since modern times ended up with the Royal Family.

The golden throne before her was a symbol of their wealth, but in Hela's eyes, it was so glaring.

"A bunch of weak trash, do you even deserve a throne of this caliber?"

Hela walked to the throne in high heels, reached out, and forcibly tore down the golden throne.

She used the Eternal Flame to melt the gold and forged a golden long sword.

"This isn't bad; it's worthy of becoming part of my collection!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the golden long sword disappeared, taken into her collection vault.

Five missiles flew in from outside; the infuriated British Military had been completely enraged.

Even if it meant destroying Buckingham Palace, they had to kill Hela!

This was also a test by the cabinet ministers; Britainwas different from other countries, being a constitutional monarchy where the Royal Family was unconditionally supported and considered superior.

This was Britain's face, and also the main force constraining the cabinet ministers.

If the Royal Family's dignity could be trampled underfoot, then who would truly rule Britain in the future remained unknown!

It was both a confrontation with an external enemy and an internal power struggle; this just goes to show if the British are troublemakers!

Hela also noticed the missiles in the sky, but instead of dodging, she continued to sneer.

Accompanying the missile explosions, they detonated in mid-air before reaching their target, a method designed to completely restrict Hela's escape.

The blast waves from the five missile explosions perfectly enveloped Hela, subjecting her to the most violent impact.

This exponentially increased the lethality.

This was also a hidden killer move for many years; as an old capitalist powerhouse, Britain still had some trump cards.

"Is it over?"

The Military observer was still awaiting information.

The entire Buckingham Palace had been destroyed, with the central explosion reaching temperatures as high as six thousand degrees.

At such temperatures, even humans would instantly vaporize.

How sturdy are rocks, how hard is marble? Yet, at six thousand degrees Celsius, they would melt!

Steel cannot withstand such high temperatures, let alone rock.

Hela was right in the middle, a faint layer of green Fire on her exterior, blocking and slowly absorbing the high temperature and explosion Fire.

She keenly discovered a surprise: her weakness had been analyzed by Steve during their previous entanglement.

As long as Asgard was blown up, her power would drop from legendary to extraordinary, a level basically on par with super-soldiers.

Now, this weakness seemed solvable.

She had just grasped a sliver of inspiration, a hint of understanding.

It wasn't profound enough yet, not clear enough, and required more inspiration.

Fight!

Find inspiration in battle!

"Give me the map, Steve!"

"Catch the earpiece, wear it on your right ear, don't drop it.

Edith will tell you all the information you need.

I'm going to drink tea; do you want to join me?"