Chapter 229 Sean Asks Dormammu to Kill a Guy
Sean Brooke sat on top of the New York Sanctum, eating an apple and watching the six-person melee in the Mirror Dimension in the distance, feeling a bit envious.
This Mirror Dimension is so much fun; I really want to learn it.
The Ancient One was fighting three people, while the other two stood on the side, unable to intervene.
In the end, the Ancient One calculated the time, seized the opportunity, and let Kaecilius kick her, successfully retiring and stepping down from the position of Sorcerer Supreme.
It's just that her death was quite sloppy; the dignified Sorcerer Supreme, dying from a fall.
With this height, Captain America has jumped it several times.
The other two finally reacted and followed by jumping down.
Perhaps they were in a rush, not realizing that if two rookies like them could jump down without issue, why would the Ancient One die from the fall?
Kaecilius probably didn't expect the Ancient One to die either; he was just trying to pull a sneak attack, never imagining he would kick a Sorcerer Supreme to death.
If he had that kind of ability, why would he need to defect to Dormammu? Hmph, what a joke; he could have just tied Dormammu up like a dog.
Regardless, he figured the Ancient One was injured and wouldn't be able to make it back anytime soon, so he immediately took his lackeys to the New York Sanctum.
Just after entering through the portal, he saw a man take a bite of an apple, then toss it away, looking quite excited.
"Homelander? Hmph, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business and join me in the embrace of the Lord of Darkness, My Lord Dormammu!"
"Then I also advise you to stop trying to persuade people."
Kaecilius was completely unafraid. Enhanced by dark energy, his magic was extremely fluid; unless someone's magic was stronger than his, they could do nothing once trapped in the Mirror Dimension.
"I'll pull him into the Mirror Dimension; you two destroy the Sanctum!"
"Yes!"
Kaecilius smiled confidently, sliding his hands, and the entire Sanctum began to twist and deform, like gears about to crush Homelander.
Sean Brooke curled the corner of his mouth, pushed off with his toes, and instantly appeared in front of him, piercing through him with a slight exertion of his right hand.
Giving Kaecilius a taste of the shock that is super speed.
Aside from the Ancient One and the future Strange, Sean Brooke felt that no mage could defend against his sneak attacks.
"Oh, not dead yet."
The Mirror Dimension shattered. Kaecilius's eyes widened as he leaned against the corner, black matter oozing from the hole in his stomach, working to repair his wound.
"Cough, cough, hahaha, have you witnessed the power of My Lord Dormammu!"
Sean Brooke kicked twice, interrupting the other two who were casting spells, walked up, stepped on Kaecilius's wound, and grinned, his smile somewhat evil.
So evil that Kaecilius thought he was one of them.
Forming an invisible air blade in his hand—the same move he used to sneak attack the Ancient One—he believed it would work on Homelander too!
Crack!
He hit!
Squish!
His hand was crushed.
"Don't be in such a rush; I still want to try that thing that didn't succeed before."
Sean Brooke grabbed Kaecilius's head with a sinister grin, wanting to see just how much he could repair.
Nearby, the other two lackeys regained their senses. Seeing everything Sean Brooke was doing to Kaecilius, they suddenly realized that they were still too kind.
They only wanted to let My Lord Dormammu descend, to let everyone merge with him to obtain eternal life, and to rid this World of suffering.
If they had a shred of doubt about what they were doing before, now they were absolutely certain that their actions were righteous and that the Ancient One was the villain.
Anyone who associates with Homelander couldn't possibly be a good person!
Sean Brooke beat all three of them to death, then spat on the ground, feeling a bit disgusted.
Flesh corrupted by dark energy felt like rotten meat when struck. The fact that he actually punched them just now would make him feel disgusted for a long time!
Cleaning his palms with Heat Vision, Sean Brooke felt a bit better, but there was still a psychological effect; he wanted to go back and soak in a hot spring, letting them wash him.
"Submit, believe, destroy the Sanctum, and I shall grant you eternal life!"
Suddenly, the pile of rotten meat slowly squirmed, forming the shape of a mouth, and spoke. The sentence carried a certain bewitching power, attempting to control Sean Brooke.
"Dormammu?"
"Destroy the Sanctum, and I will fulfill all your wishes!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Sean Brooke smiled slightly, becoming interested. He walked forward and asked, "Can you really fulfill all wishes? I have a guy I really want to kill; can you help me?"
The mouth on the ground curled up slightly, displaying a very human-like smile, and answered affirmatively, "Of course. I am Dormammu. As long as you destroy the Sanctum, no matter who it is, I can help you kill them. I never break my word."
Sean Brooke showed a conflicted expression, as if he were considering it. "If I say his name and you swear to help me kill him, I'll destroy the Sanctum. How about that?"
Dormammu of the Dark Dimension laughed. What a simple Earthling. Swearing an oath? What's the use of an oath! Even Earth gods are nothing but food before me, haha!
Of course, he certainly wouldn't say that out loud. He had to fool this human well. With those three dead, Dormammu hadn't held much hope, but to his surprise, things took a turn for the better, and another fool appeared.
"Fine, tell me his name, and I swear I will help you kill him."
Sean Brooke hesitated for a moment, opening and closing his mouth, but delayed in speaking, making Dormammu impatient.
"Speak up, no matter who it is, I will help you kill him!"
Dormammu wasn't lying to him. After he descended, everyone on Earth would die, along with all the surrounding Planets, and finally, this entire Universe.
"Then... then I'll say it. I want you to help me kill OAA."
"Fine!" Dormammu didn't even think, assuming it was some local Earth god, and promised directly, "I swear, I will help you kill... kill..."
"Wh...why? Why can't I say that Lord's name? No, why did I call Him Lord? No, who did you say just now?"
Dormammu panicked. He had even forgotten who the man had just mentioned, as if his memory had been wiped.
Having lived for countless years, he felt fear for the first time. It was an existence that one couldn't even think about. At the mere mention of the name, he felt as though his Dark Dimension was on the verge of collapse.
Listening to Dormammu's panicked tone, Sean Brooke realized that the entity was real.
That makes sense. Even if this is a movie Universe without all those messy settings, multiversal-level powerhouses and those beyond are still existent.
Perhaps because his own strength isn't high, mentioning their names won't attract attention. Heh, that's interesting.
After all, Dormammu is a dimension lord who transcends time and space; he can at least count as... a cockroach, right?
"Ahem, since you can't beat him, shall I pick another? The Beyonder? Nemesis? The Watcher? If that doesn't work, just pick one of the Five Abstract Entities yourself."
"I recommend you go kill Galactus; after all, since he's always a background character, you might actually have a chance."
"..."
Young man, you don't follow the martial code.
This time, Dormammu learned his lesson and didn't utter a single word. He felt that those previous ones... forget it! Don't even think about it!
Suddenly, he lunged, preparing to use his remaining energy to sneak attack this person.
The distance was quite close, so Sean Brooke instinctively blocked with his hand first, then condensed a Soul Beam to clear it away.
This bit of residual energy posed no threat. Sean Brooke used the beam to clear the area again, and after ensuring there was no leftover dark energy, he turned and left.
The harvest this time was great. Not only did he get the Time Stone, but he also chatted with Dormammu for a while and learned many things. Not bad.
In the Dark Dimension, countless bizarre objects condensed into a face.
"Sean Brooke, women, family, love—such a pure soul. I will definitely make you my loyal believer!"
Chapter 230: Homelander absolutely does not deserve her!
At the Metro-General Hospital, the Ancient One's heart stopped beating.
Strange turned around, and the soul of the Ancient One, who had just been talking to him, vanished.
He finally faced himself squarely and decided to become the next Sorcerer Supreme.
The first thing he had to do was get the Time Stone back!
"I gave the necklace to Sean, go ask him for it."
"..."
Having failed to resuscitate the bald woman earlier, Christine was in a terrible mood and had no time for him.
Although she had been a Doctor for a long time and had seen many partings and deaths, she could never get used to this feeling, even if it was just a stranger.
Seeing that Christine was in a bad mood, Strange did not continue to ask. Just then, he saw Sean land on the roof of the building, appearing to wait for them.
He opened a portal and went over with Mordo.
"The Ancient One, she died?" Sean looked down.
"Yes, you don't seem surprised?"
"Eternal life is sometimes a form of torture." Sean's tone was melancholic, which made the two of them think of many things.
Of course, this was also because the Ancient One didn't know how to have fun; otherwise, a mere few hundred years wouldn't be considered long.
"Heh, hehe!"
Suddenly, Mordo laughed, a very Strange laugh.
"The Ancient One broke the rules, so naturally she will be punished. This is karma!" Mordo turned around, pointed at Sean, and said sternly:
"You are the same. By resurrecting the people who were supposed to die on the bridge, you broke the rules, and sooner or later, you will pay the price!"
Strange immediately felt something was wrong. Homelander was not the kind of pedantic Superhero; he would actually kill people.
The Ancient One had mentioned before that Mordo was inflexible and only knew how to act according to the rules, making him unsuitable to be the Sorcerer Supreme.
Strange just hadn't expected him to be so stubborn, and so... brave!
Sean also felt it was Strange. Was he strong? What gave him the right to say that?
In a flash, Sean grabbed his throat and slowly applied pressure, letting him know that one had to be responsible for what they said.
Mordo's face turned from dark to beet red. He struggled to form a spell with his hands and struck Sean, but it didn't hurt or itch at all.
"Hey, hey! Don't get excited, he's just like that, he has no ill intent! He's just reminding you, just a reminder!" Strange also formed a spell, very anxious, but dared not step forward for fear of further provoking Homelander.
Mordo's words were indeed annoying, but no matter what, Strange could not watch him... die in front of him.
Mordo died.
Sean let go, clapped his hands expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "He would definitely do evil in the future."
"So you can just kill him before he has done any evil?" Strange couldn't believe it. He had actually killed Mordo; he thought he was just scaring him.
"Yes, Strange, Sorcerer!" Sean turned around, looking at him coldly, "I cannot allow a bad sorcerer to be out there. Once he destroys the Sanctum while I am away, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"Don't forget, he knows how to make Dormammu descend."
Strange stared, looking directly at Sean, "So you can just kill him in advance!"
Sean looked up at the sky, ignored the agitated Strange, floated into mid-air, turned his head, and said:
"Make a fake eye of agamotto to wear; it'll look better. The Ancient One is dead, so I will guard the stone."
Then, he flew down.
Strange stood on the rooftop, looking at Mordo's corpse. He was stunned for a long while before walking to the wall and looking down.
He saw Sean get into a car with Christine. She was much better now, and there was even a sweet smile on her face.
But this time, Strange realized one more thing: she had encountered another bad man. Homelanderabsolutely does not deserve her!
Inside the car, the two kissed passionately for a long time, completely unaware that, from high above, someone was clenching their fists.
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Muspelheim, the territory of the Fire Giant Surtur. Thor was hung on iron chains, getting him to talk.
After learning about the Infinity Stones, he had been dreaming of a terrible thing.
The Fire Giant Surtur was as big as a mountain, and he destroyed Asgard with a single sword strike.
Thor understood that this was the prophecy of Ragnarok, but he didn't know the specific details, so he came here to gather information.
It must be said, Thor had been with the Avengers for a long time and was indeed a little smarter; he had actually learned that trick of Natasha's.
First feign weakness to the enemy, get captured, and then extract information.
Just like now, no matter what he asked, Surtur would answer, honestly telling him everything about Ragnarok.
Then Thor knew what to do. As long as he killed him and took his crown and locked it away, Ragnarokwould not happen, and similarly, Asgard would be fine.
As the Fire Lord, Surtur was of course not too stupid. He had long known that no matter what happened, Ragnarok would definitely come, so even if he told Thor, it didn't matter.
Uh... of course, he didn't expect that he would be beaten to death by a few hammer blows and brought to Asgard like this.
Originally, he thought that Odin and Thor were not in Asgard, which was the right time for Ragnarok.
And when Thor heard that Odin was not in Asgard, he became suspicious. He was not the Thor of the past; he had grown a brain!
He called out to the Bifrost Bridge several times before getting an answer, and Thor realized something was wrong. Hearing the new gatekeeper say that Heimdall had been dismissed by Odin and had disappeared, he felt even more that something was fishy.
Carrying Surtur's crown on his back, Thor flew inside and saw a huge statue, and he didn't feel good at all.
He saw that in front of a theater, a huge statue of Loki was erected, bigger than anyone else's!
Walking inside, a familiar play was being performed, and Odin was lying nearby, wearing a bathrobe, eating grapes, looking very leisurely.
Seeing this situation, Thor understood everything, and he didn't know whether to be happy or angry!
Ever since he dreamed of Ragnarok, he had decided to investigate, and the results of the investigation made his heart ache.
The entire Nine Realms had no order. Surtur was restless, gathering a huge group of monsters, preparing to attack Asgard, while the ruler of the Nine Realms, Odin, was watching a play?
Heh, no, this cannot be Odin!
Thor threw his hammer, placed his hand behind "Odin's" head, and whispered in his ear:
"Brother, I am very happy to see your 'corpse' again."
"Stop! I surrender!"
Watching Mjolnir hurtle toward his face, Loki dared not hide anymore, dispelled his magic disguise, and smiled awkwardly at him.
"Oh! Brother, it's good to see you back, of course, it would be better if you didn't come back."
Seeing Loki, a nameless fire flared up in Thor's heart. He rushed up and demanded: "Where is Father? Did you murder him?"
"Don't be nervous! I know where he is."
Chapter 231: Restoring the Glory of Asgard, Sif Won't Shirk Her Duty!
In the Garden, Sean was working very seriously, looking at the list Hess had given him as usual.
The list was full of fans who had made appointments to enter the Garden. Hess had thoughtfully selected some beautiful people, but she would still have him choose again every time.
This gave him a great sense of participation.
Moreover, curling up on the sofa every day and spending time with Hess to pick out beauties was a period Sean enjoyed very much.
Things were going well with the Avengers, though the veterans were a bit lazy and not as diligent as the newcomers.
The first batch of Avengers all seemed to want to retire; unless something hit them right in the face, he didn't really bother them.
Unlike Peter and Scott, who were busy every day and wanted to get involved in everything, as if they were afraid the other Avengers wouldn't let them play.
Suddenly, Sif walked in without knocking, her expression very anxious. "Sean, Odin wants to see you."
Before Sean could even get up, Odin walked in, wearing a white shirt that said "Big Tree Retirement Center, if lost please call..."
"It's quite hard to see you now, haha."
Seeing the King, the two women below the sofa immediately stood up to salute. Seeing this, Hess led them out.
Odin turned his head back, a smile on his face as he remarked, "Good taste."
Sean sat up straight, sighed, poured two glasses of wine, and pointed to the sofa in front of him. "Have a seat."
He sighed because he could see that Odin was about to die and could dissipate at any moment to go to Valhalla.
Now that the last Skyfather level powerhouse in the Nine Realms was about to leave, Sean couldn't help the smile on his face for a moment and could only use a sigh to hide it.
"Hmph, laugh if you want to. What's there to hide in front of me?" Odin took a sip of wine.
"Pfft~ Hahaha!"
Sean indeed couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
Originally, he felt his acting skills had improved a lot. Before, Natasha could tell when he was acting, but after the Red Room incident, she might have become a bit confused.
Or maybe she saw through it but didn't say anything, probably because she truly regarded Sean as family.
"What are your plans after I die?"
"Heh." Sean slowly stopped laughing, thought for a moment, and said, "First, I'll wipe out the unstable places in the Nine Realms. Otherwise, there will always be people eyeing Earth."
The smile on Odin's face didn't fade. He put down his wine glass and praised, "You have spirit. Just like I used to be, I don't want enemies near my home."
Indeed, no powerhouse would tolerate danger in their vicinity. He had held this same thought when he was conquering the Nine Realms.
But after growing old, he realized this was wrong.
Before coming, he wanted to persuade Sean not to move against the Nine Realms, but now he understood that this young man certainly wouldn't listen; he had his own ideas.
"Sean, how has Asgard treated you?" Odin suddenly asked.
"Hmm... Are you going to play the emotional card?"
Odin nodded and admitted quite openly, "With your strength, no one in the Nine Realms can threaten you anymore, not even my daughter Hela."
I don't expect you to stop. I only hope you can deal with those rebellious rulers. Like the Dark Elves—once Malekith is dead, they are no longer a concern.
As for those peace-loving realms, I'm not worried. As long as they don't resist, I believe you aren't the bloodthirsty type."
Sean finished his glass of red wine in three sips and looked at Odin. "Tell me about the Nine Realms."
"Of course."
Over the next few hours, Odin described the customs of the Nine Realms. The more he spoke, the brighter Sean's eyes became.
To be honest, he didn't know the Nine Realms well; his understanding of those places was limited to the movies in his memory.
He only knew of four places: Asgard, the Dark Elves, and the Frost and Fire Giants. As for what was in the other four, Sean knew almost nothing and could only infer a bit from their names.
Hel, the place where Hela was sealed—no need to worry about that, there's nothing there.
But the other three places, according to Odin's description, were very interesting.
Nidavellir, the home of the Dwarves, who are skilled in forging weapons and mining ore. Most importantly, they love brewing and have many cellars of fine wine. Sean was very interested.
Alfheim, the kingdom of the Light Elves. Unlike the ugly appearance of the Dark Elves, the Light Elveswere more like the elves Sean imagined: peace-loving, fond of flowers and plants, and beautiful!
The most important point was the last one!
Vanaheim, the home of Odin's wife Frigga, is rich in wizards and beautiful women. It has maintained a good relationship with Asgard for a long time, and almost every Queen of the God-King was from the Vanir.
The two talked for a long time, from morning until afternoon, before Odin left. He still had to see his two children for the last time.
He wouldn't see Frigga; meeting her would be too heartbreaking.
As soon as he left, Sif walked in and asked with a look of concern, "What happened? I feel like Odin is different from the one I saw in Asgard."
Sean pulled her into his arms, patting her back to comfort her. "The one in Asgard was Loki in disguise."
Sif climbed up a bit, looked up at Sean, and understood everything.
No wonder Odin had agreed to so many of Sean's unreasonable requests. Whether it was taking things from the vault or arranging for people to go to Earth, it would have been impossible in the past.
"Odin is dying." Sean sighed. "He probably also wanted to try giving the throne to Loki, and this time was also to test him."
If not for this reason, even if Odin was a bit senile then, he wasn't someone a mere Loki could control.
Sif's eyelids lowered, feeling a bit sad. Odin was indeed old, and this kind of thing wasn't necessarily bad; at least he was dying of natural causes.
"Then why did he come this time...?"
The corner of Sean's mouth curled up as he looked down at her. "Odin knows that neither of his two children is suitable to protect the Nine Realms. Thor has never liked being king, and Loki is both incompetent and insecure."
Thinking about it, he could only come to me, so that after I rule the Nine Realms, I'll be a bit kinder to the other places."
There was nothing to hide about this. He believed that even if Thor heard it, he would clap his hands in approval; he couldn't wait for someone to take over this heavy burden.
Sif was also a bit dazed. In the blink of an eye, the big boy she knew had grown enough to rule the Nine Realms. The glory of Asgard was gradually fading, while he was shining brightly.
"Then... should I try to please you a bit, so you'll be gentler when you rule Asgard in the future?" Sifturned over and straddled him.
"I have always been very gentle with you all." Sean took her hand and kissed it.
Sif smiled sweetly and leaned down to kiss him.
To restore the glory of Asgard, she thought of a way!
Give birth to a child to inherit Asgard!
Chapter 232: How Did You Know I Killed Surtur!
Inside the New York Sanctum, Strange looked at Thor standing before him with a complicated expression.
"So, as long as I help you find Odin, you'll leave immediately?"
"Right, immediately!" Thor affirmed, taking a swig of beer.
Strange furrowed his brow, confirming again, "And you're definitely not here for some sort of covert invasion?"
"Why would you ask that? I'm an Avenger, you should have heard of us."
"Well... precisely *because* you're an Avenger is why I'm asking." Strange thought of Sean and felt the Avengers might not be the most legitimate organization either.
Thor also grew somewhat wary. A mage hostile to the Avengers was not a good thing.
"Does Sean know you exist?"
"What's your opinion on Homelander?"
They spoke simultaneously. Strange nodded first, "He knows." Then, after a moment's thought, he pressed further:
"Let me ask you this: if you knew someone would destroy Asgard in the future, but they hadn't taken action yet, would you kill them preemptively?"
Ever since their last parting, the matter of Sean killing Mordo had been a thorn in his heart, tormenting him constantly.
Because he felt that, from any perspective, Homelander could not, and should not, have killed Mordo.
No matter what, Mordo had helped deal with Kaecilius. Even if there was no great merit, there was hard work. Besides, he truly hadn't done anything.
Just because of a suspicion from Homelander, he was killed. Strange couldn't accept it. So, he needed to seek answers from others. Anyone would do.
A smile spread across Thor's face as he spread his hands and laughed, "How did you know I killed Surtur!"
"Ah-ha! I know, I know. He was the Lord of Fire, very powerful. But who am I? Thor, the God of Thunder! Before me, he..."
For the next ten-plus minutes, Thor vividly recounted his heroic deeds.
Afraid Strange might not remember, Thor even stood up and acted out how he single-handedly infiltrated Muspelheim, first using strategy, then strength, to slay the enemy leader.
From his words, Strange got the gist: Thor had a dream about someone killing his entire family, so he preemptively beat that person to death, and was quite proud of it.
Yes, extremely proud. From Thor's face, Strange could only see pride, not a trace of remorse. It was as if this was exactly how it should be done, as if waiting a moment longer wouldn't do.
Am I wrong, or did I ask the wrong person?
Strange felt a bit flustered. Thor beside him was still chattering away nonstop. Finding it rather noisy, Strange quickly plucked a strand of his hair and opened a portal to Odin's location.
"He's right over there. Go on through."
Thor patted his shoulder, looking very pleased. "Pleasant chat. Of course, if you want to turn my story into a... movie! I have no problem with that. I'll grant you the rights!"
With that, Thor, looking thoroughly satisfied, prepared to step forward.
"Wait!" Strange helplessly drew a circle. "Don't forget your brother!"
"Oh! Almost forgot."
"Ah~ Thud!"
Loki, dressed in a suit, landed face-down on the ground with a five-point landing, even bouncing a couple of times.
He brushed his hair back and shouted angrily, "I was in freefall for nearly fifty minutes!"
These two brothers, each more annoying than the last. With a wave of his hand, Strange had the portal envelop them, returning himself to the library in Kamar-Taj. He needed to be alone, to quiet his mind.
Passing through the portal, the two brothers saw Odin standing at the edge of a cliff, gazing into the distance.
Seeing this scene, they also wiped the smiles from their faces, sensing something amiss, and walked over with heavy steps.
"My sons, I have been waiting for you."
The family of three discussed heartfelt matters by this beautiful coastline. It was also the first time Thorlearned he had an older sister, and that she would trigger Ragnarok.
He didn't doubt his father's words. His impression of this sister he'd never met was very poor. He also realized he might have killed the wrong person, but so what?
"Father, no matter how powerful she is, we can deal with her together. If worst comes to worst, we can ask Sean and the Avengers for help. Honestly, they're quite strong."
Odin shook his head wistfully, a somewhat relaxed smile on his face. "I cannot go with you. I have already embarked on another path. I hope you can resolve this with the Avengers."
"I love you, my children."
Pointing with his left hand across the sea, Odin seemed lost in memory. "Look over there. Remember this place. Home."
After uttering those last two words, Odin transformed into golden light and drifted towards the sky, leaving the two beside him momentarily unable to believe it.
After gazing at the sea for a long time, thunder rumbled in the sky, indicating Thor's current fury.
"Brother?" Loki was also deeply upset. He might be wicked, but he truly cared for his family.
Thor clenched his fists, lightning dancing at his fingertips, glaring fiercely at Loki. "This! This is all your doing!"
The two frowned, locking eyes. The atmosphere was extremely tense, as if in a few seconds, Thor would electrocute Loki.
But just at that moment, a green light appeared in mid-air not far away, interrupting their stare-down.
They both understood: this was the woman their father feared, their sister Hela, had appeared.
"So, he's dead? Hmph, what a pity. I wanted to watch him die with my own eyes." Hela, her hair loose, walked out looking quite pleased.
Thor, already brimming with pent-up anger and nowhere to vent it, immediately threw his hammer. He couldn't really kill Loki, so he might as well kill this so-called sister.
However, a scene that neither Thor nor Loki could believe unfolded. Hela caught the hammer with one hand, gave a slight squeeze, and the hammer shattered into pieces, scattering across the ground.
Staring at the fragments of mjolnir on the ground, Thor stood frozen, at a loss. He had considered someone might lift the hammer, but never that someone could crush it. It was an entirely different concept.
Loki reacted faster, immediately calling for the Bifrost Bridge to take them away. After all, Earth had its own protector. Let Sean deal with the headache.
"Loki!" Thor shouted inside the Bifrost Bridge.
Loki looked down and saw Hela had actually followed. He conjured a dagger in his hand and threw it at her.
Hela was utterly disdainful, casually knocking him flying, then sending Thor to join him, so they'd have company on their way to Valhalla.
Upon arriving in Asgard, Hela felt her power rapidly recovering and continuously growing stronger.
Looking at the prosperous city in the distance, Hela couldn't suppress the smile on her face. Because this would be her first step in unifying the Nine Realms, even the Universe!
Earth, Norway, the spot where Odin had just vanished. On the grass lay a massive circular imprint, left by the Bifrost Bridge.
Sean stood in the center, looked up at the sky, and smiled.
"Hela. Heh, go on, kill plenty of soldiers."
Sean naturally knew Hela's power would surge after returning, but he didn't care. There were plenty of ways to kill her.
Chapter 233 Tony: Isn't this the lead actor of Point Break?
On Sakaar, on the trash mountain, Thor descended from the sky.
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he took a few deep breaths to get his bearings, preparing to go into the city to take a look.
Just then, a bizarrely shaped spaceship landed in front of him, and a large group of people walked out.
"Are you a fighter?"
Thor frowned, not wanting any trouble. "I'm just passing through."
To his surprise, the crowd opposite him burst into laughter. "Heh, catch him and take him to see the leader!"
A net covered Thor from behind. It was a net laced with neurotoxins; he couldn't break free at all and fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Three or four people lifted him up and were about to head toward the spaceship.
Suddenly, another spaceship appeared above them. The hatch opened, and a woman walked out with a serious expression, looking at the people below, saying: "Give him to me, I'll trade you something for him."
The group immediately surrounded Thor, raising their guns in warning. "Impossible! The leader has given orders: he wants to see everyone who falls down here!"
Valkyrie scratched her head, looking conflicted. She didn't know if she should snatch him by force; to be honest, she wasn't confident she could do it here.
She didn't know Thor, but some time ago, Loki had fallen from the sky near the edge of the city and was discovered by the Grandmaster.
Relying on his excellent magic, Loki hadn't become a slave but had become a friend. The Grandmaster liked this guy who could perform tricks; it made him look good.
After probing the Grandmaster, she learned that the Goddess of Death, Hela, had been resurrected and Asgard was in imminent danger. Loki was the second prince who had been knocked off the Bifrost Bridge and landed in this place.
Valkyrie guessed that the eldest prince would probably fall down too, so she had been waiting near the trash mountain for a while.
Sure enough, she saw an Asgardian, but the only problem was that she was one step too late, and the resistance had found him first.
In the past, Valkyrie would have just mounted a machine gun and gunned them all down without a moment's hesitation.
It was all because a long time ago, a bearded man had fallen onto the trash mountain. She had seen him too, but seeing how scrawny he looked, she ignored him and just walked away.
At that time, how could she have known that this bearded man would actually survive on the trash mountain and, in a very short time, unite the people nearby to become the leader of the resistance?
Don't be fooled by their disheveled appearance and backward weapons; if Valkyrie were to really open fire, an advanced Iron Armor would immediately descend from above, and then kill or capture her.
"Then can I go with you to see the leader?" Valkyrie asked.
The group exchanged glances, then looked at their leader and said, "We need to ask for instructions."
"No problem!"
Valkyrie nodded. Although she was no longer a Valkyrie and had decided to part ways with Asgard, when she saw a fellow tribesman, she would still help if she could.
She had heard that the bearded man was naturally cruel and loved conducting human experiments; she didn't want Thor to fall into that man's hands.
It would be better to sell him to the Grandmaster to participate in the Contest of Champions. With Thor's strength, he might be able to win the championship, and then he could leave this place.
Of course, if he was weak and couldn't win the championship, living here forever would also be fine; at least his life would be saved.
The two spaceships headed deep into the trash mountain. A restraint device had been attached to Thor's neck, causing him to completely lose the ability to resist. Valkyrie followed behind, ready to run if the situation went wrong.
She could help Thor, but if she really encountered danger, she definitely wouldn't fight to the Death. At worst, she would just drink a couple more cups for Thor later.
Passing through the trash mountain and arriving at the rocky region, two Iron Armors immediately appeared to stop them. Only after scanning them and confirming there were no special energy fluctuations did they let them in.
As for the weapons on the spaceship, ha, they didn't even count as trash.
They might be strong outside, but here, they were useless.
After getting off the spaceship, Thor looked around, stood silently next to Valkyrie, and said, "Thanks. What is this place?"
"Sakaar. No one has ever left this place alive." Valkyrie took a sip of alcohol without looking at him.
The group continued to move toward a shaded area. Thor continued to ask, "Who are we going to see?"
"The leader of the resistance. He isn't strong himself, but the things he makes..." Valkyrie glanced around, "are very strong!"
Perhaps Thor didn't understand how strong the Grandmaster was, but she knew that for so many years, no one had ever left Sakaar alive; that alone showed the Grandmaster's power.
Yet this newly emerged leader was able to survive under the Grandmaster's extermination operations and launch counterattacks, quite having the posture of being evenly matched.
She knew that the extermination war had been very intense, precisely because the Grandmaster realized this leader had great potential; if he couldn't be recruited, he had to be eliminated.
However, in the end, even his favorite champion had died, yet he still hadn't killed the leader, so he could only temporarily give up.
And the leader, also wary of the Grandmaster's power within the city, dared not easily go over, so he could only keep sending Iron Armors to collect intelligence on the periphery and wait for an opportunity.
"You'd better beg for mercy directly later," Valkyrie whispered. "I definitely won't be able to protect you."
Thor smiled confidently, showing his most handsome smile. "Oh, is that so? You might not know me. Thor, son of Odin. Still, thank you for your kindness."
"Heh, I just wanted to trade you for money. Your build is worth a good price, worth me taking the risk."
"..."
A large group of resistance members stopped, and the person leading them continued forward with the two of them.
Soon, they arrived at a place that was completely out of place with the outside world.
Unlike the filth and chaos outside, this place was very clean, even a bit cozy, and full of a sense of technology, giving Thor a feeling of returning to a party at Stark Tower.
In front of them was a sofa with its back to them. On the table in front, a map of Sakaar was projected, with many small white dots on it; he didn't know what they were.
"Leader, we've brought two people over."
A hand reached out from beside the sofa. "Got it. Go outside and collect your reward."
"Hey, thanks, Leader!"
Those people ran out happily; they had long had their eyes on some equipment but were suffering because they lacked the merit to trade for it.
Thor stepped forward a few steps and demanded, "Who are you?"
The sofa slowly rotated. A man in a suit and leather shoes, with a neat appearance, rested his chin on one hand, sized up the two people below, and said:
"Let me see who this is. Oh! Isn't this the lead actor of Point Break?"
"Tony? You're still alive!" Thor was stunned for a long while, then quickly stepped forward and hugged Tony.
This time, Tony didn't refuse. He smiled slightly, then quickly pulled away. "Alright, alright, that's enough. Our relationship isn't that great."
He said that, but seeing Thor, he was still very happy; otherwise, he wouldn't have let him hug him.
Thor was also used to his tone and didn't mind at all, patting his shoulder hard to show his happiness.
Indeed, nothing could make one happier than a dead companion coming back to life.
Chapter 234: Ultron Isn't Dead Either
The three of them sat around the table, and Tony recounted what he had experienced during this time.
As it turned out, after he had Friday detonate the black hole bomb, he lost consciousness, and when he came to, he found himself in a trash heap.
With the little bit of nanomaterials he had left, he killed a group of guys who wanted to eat him, and then, by utilizing the surrounding trash, he slowly developed to where he was now.
When he created his first Iron Armor, he wanted to go into the city to find a way home, but he was discovered by the Grandmaster.
The Grandmaster was very interested in the Iron Armor and tried to recruit him, but Tony refused.
What followed was simple: the Grandmaster sent people to capture him, Tony defeated the enemies, upgraded, and then the Grandmaster sent more people.
Just like that, bit by bit, he fed him materials, allowing Tony to develop to his current scale.
It was a good thing Tony didn't like reading novels or watching TV shows; otherwise, he would have definitely thanked the Grandmaster, this big villain, properly.
"Your drink, Mr. Thor." A robot brought a glass of wine and placed it in front of Thor.
Thor turned his head with a smile, but suddenly his expression stiffened. "Tha... you are Ultron!"
He hurriedly stood up, opened his palm, and was about to summon mjolnir.
"Don't be nervous." Tony raised a hand and said, "I have already improved Ultron's program, removing his previously warped thoughts and replacing them with a true guardian program.
And the most critical point is that he cannot transfer or copy himself in any way; he can only stay within this body."
As he said this, Tony even patted Ultron's mechanical backside.
When he and Ultron came over, Ultron's original body was almost completely destroyed. You could say that apart from his brain still turning, he couldn't do anything at all.
Ultron couldn't connect to the network here either, making it impossible for him to escape, so he could only let Tony do whatever he wanted with his thoughts.
"Uh... is that so? That's good."
"You didn't understand, did you?" Valkyrie pierced through Thor's facade, smiling happily.
"No, I understood!" Thor tried to defend his intelligence, turned to look at her, and said, "Isn't it just... Good heavens! You are, a Valkyrie?"
Valkyrie subconsciously blocked her left arm with her right hand, her expression immediately dimming.
"Heh, I was wondering why you saved me. You... you know, when I was a child, I always wanted to become a Valkyrie, until I realized later that you were all women."
"Uh, I didn't mean that being a woman is bad. I like women, sometimes..."
Listening to Thor's clumsy words, Tony and Valkyrie exchanged a smile.
"Alright, Thor." Tony finally couldn't listen anymore and raised his hand to interrupt. "It's good that you're here. You can join our operation in a few days. We're going to capture the Grandmaster and force him to tell us how to get out of here!"
Only the Grandmaster knew the way to leave, and to gain freedom, one had to win the championship, but that was only freedom, not a passage out of Sakaar.
"Get out! Right, get out. Wait a moment."
Thor also realized that now was not the time for reminiscing; Asgard was still waiting for him to save it.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Heimdall, I know you can see me. I need your help, help me see!"
Far away in Asgard, Heimdall instantly sensed Thor and felt much more at ease.
He told him everything Hela had done and guided Thor on the path home.
"The biggest one!"
"What?" Tony asked anxiously.
Thor opened his eyes with a happy expression. "If we go through the largest portal, we can go back!"
"The Devil's Anus," Valkyrie said indifferently.
Tony leaned back on the sofa, his whole body relaxing, and he touched his face, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
He had planned for a long time and thought of many ways to leave, but he hadn't expected the solution to be so simple.
He had tried the portals in the sky, but after every Armor went through, there was no news, so he didn't dare to take the risk.
Originally, Tony had also planned that if this operation failed again, he would just find a portal and go in, leaving his life and death to fate.
"Good! Then let's set off immediately; I don't want to stay here for another moment!" Tony hurriedly stood up, his expression excited.
"To pass through the Devil's Anus, you need a very good spaceship, only..."
Valkyrie was speaking, but then she stopped, because the room began to shake, the rocks began to collapse, and a huge spaceship broke through the ground.
Tony had made full preparations, even considering plans for interstellar routes.
He wasn't afraid of drifting in the Universe, only of being too far from Earth; he hadn't mastered the technology for rapid space travel yet, but perhaps in a few more years, he would be able to learn it.
Valkyrie stood up, intending to walk out. "I won't get involved with you guys. Good luck, Your Highness."
"What, aren't you a Valkyrie?" Thor was a bit strange, and continued, "Hela has been resurrected, and Asgard is in imminent danger. We should go together to defeat her and save our home!"
"Heh, I am a Scrapper now, not a Valkyrie." Valkyrie turned back with a smile and waved her hand. "Right, a guy named Loki also fell down a few weeks ago. See if you want to take him with you."
As she said this, Valkyrie jumped off the spaceship. With a raise of her hand, her small ship flew over, picked her up, and flew off into the distance.
"Loki?" Thor was stunned for a moment. He was hesitating whether to look for Loki; perhaps leaving him here wouldn't be bad.
Tony brought the spaceship down directly and said, "Ten hours. I happen to need to arrange things for the resistance."
"Thanks!"
Since he had said so, Thor didn't hesitate any longer, followed Valkyrie, and went into the city with her.
After he left, Tony also distributed some weapons directly. He didn't have time to help aliens issue a declaration of freedom. Giving them some weapons was already being benevolent, after all, in the beginning, they had wanted to eat him.
Entering Sakaar City, a towering building attracted Thor's attention; it had several heads on it, and Valkyrie said:
"Those are the champions of the championship. Of course, they are basically the Grandmaster's people; the outcomes are often controlled by him."
Thor didn't pay attention to that and asked directly, "Are you really not coming back with us?"
"I advise you not to go back either. Just based on you and that guy from before, it's completely impossible to be Hela's opponent," Valkyrie advised. She had a pretty good impression of Thor.
"Hmm, I know!" Thor crossed his arms in thought and nodded naturally.
Ever since yesterday, when Hela crushed mjolnir, he knew that he absolutely couldn't win. He wasn't her opponent even when he had his hammer, let alone now that he didn't have it.
"Then are you going back to die?"
"No!" Thor shook his head, a smile on his face. "I am not alone. I have a team, and we can stop Hela! We definitely can!"
"Pfft!"
Valkyrie laughed. She laughed at Thor's naivety; he had no idea what Hela's appearance meant. Even Odin could only seal her away, so how could anyone else possibly stop her?
"Is that so? Then I won't participate in your family feud. Whatever honor, whatever throne, I've forgotten them all. Just let me stay here; it's quite nice."
"We're here!"
The spaceship stopped. In front of the hatch, Thor turned back and said one last thing before jumping down.
"This matter has nothing to do with the throne; I am going to protect my people!"
Chapter 235: Tony: "What does that Hela look like?"
On the streets of Sakaar, Loki followed behind Thor, staring at his kidneys, desperately wanting to conjure two daggers and stab them in!
In truth, he did not want to return to Asgard; there was nothing left there worth clinging to.
The throne? Hah, he had already enjoyed that; even if he were asked to be King now, Loki would hesitate.
Frigga? Hah, if she knew that he had been using magic to keep her unconscious, and had indirectly caused the Death of Odin and released Hela, she would probably banish him on the spot.
The only reason he was following Thor back was because Thor had said that, through the eyes of Heimdall, he had seen Hela slaughtering people on a massive scale.
All the resisting soldiers had already been killed by her; now, she was slaughtering civilians, and the unconscious Frigga had also fallen into her hands.
Only upon hearing this did Loki decide to return; although his power might not be of much use, he could still contribute a little to make amends.
After this matter was over, if he didn't die, he would go explore and wander the Universe.
If he died, he would consider it repaying everything Asgard had given him, and they would be even!
"We've been waiting for over an hour, who else is coming?" Loki asked nervously.
"Someone who longs for redemption."
Thor stood by the railing on the rooftop; he believed that Valkyrie would definitely come—there were no cowards in Asgard!
Sure enough, not long after, a familiar small spaceship landed beside them, and a silver-clad Valkyriestepped out, her face beaming with a confident smile.
"Uh, I changed my clothes; you know how it is, girls always take a bit longer to change."
"Yes, yes, yes, I understand!" Thor nodded with deep feeling.
Loki was somewhat surprised, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two, "She is a Valkyrie? I thought they had all died in battle."
"Shut up!" both of them said simultaneously.
The small spaceship flew rapidly toward the outskirts of the city, and Tony's warship took off at this moment to pick them up.
A huge warship hovering not far from Sakaar City naturally alarmed the Grandmaster; in order to maintain his position, he immediately dispatched all his ships to attack.
On the warship, Tony smiled slightly, "Before I leave, I'll leave you a gift."
Ultron understood instantly and immediately activated the sleepers buried throughout Sakaar—namely, the various resistance groups and dozens of Iron Armor units.
The Iron Armor units did not choose to slaughter; instead, they rushed toward the buildings outside the city and self-destructed.
Having been there for so long, Tony naturally saw that the technological level of Sakaar was very high, but its development was too lopsided and locked down by the Grandmaster.
This resulted in them having technology but no corresponding strength to match it; one could say it was even a bit worse than Wakanda.
It was just that Tony had nothing when he first arrived; otherwise, based solely on the technology he had on Earth, he could have steamrolled Sakaar.
Inside the warship, Valkyrie was also shocked; she hadn't expected this man to be able to use a pile of junk to build a warship of this caliber. It was truly impressive, but if that was all, it would be far from enough to defeat Hela.
"Do you have any other team members? Otherwise, if we're relying only on us few, we should just figure out a way to get the civilians to run."
The other three exchanged glances, simultaneously raising their eyebrows and chuckling, appearing very comfortable and relaxed.
This made Valkyrie very strange; Thor and Loki should have witnessed Hela's power and understood how strong she was, so who exactly gave them such great confidence?
Suddenly, Tony stopped smiling, his expression still a bit tense, and he turned to ask Thor: "That Hela... what does she look like?"
"Average, not good-looking, a bit old, uglier than her." Loki answered immediately.
"Hey!" Valkyrie was somewhat displeased.
"Phew~" Tony breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, it shouldn't be a big problem!"
Seeing she was a bit angry, Thor patted her shoulder and smiled: "Relax, as long as we can use the Bifrost Bridge to summon him, or contact him, everything will end."
Valkyrie still didn't quite believe it; that was an enemy that all of their Valkyries combined could not defeat, and were even wiped out by her with a casual wave.
"Heh, if there really is such a person, then I'd quite like to meet them."
Thor took two steps back and looked her up and down, and before Valkyrie could get angry, he said: "You... might have a chance."
"His name is Sean Brooke, the God of Humanity."
In Asgard, Heimdall's eyes lit up; he could see Thor and Loki and knew they were above the Bifrost Bridge.
Just at this moment, not far away, Hela was also leading her Death Soldiers toward the bunker.
The entire Asgard was under Heimdall's gaze; he immediately led the civilians to run toward the Bifrost Bridge, understanding Thor's intention.
On the other side, Hela, who was halfway there, suddenly looked toward the direction of the Bifrost Bridge, the corner of her mouth curling up, understanding something.
Of course, she had left a contingency; she had placed her mount, the giant wolf Fenris, at the end of the Bifrost Bridge, not giving Heimdall any chance at all.
Above the Bifrost Bridge, a huge warship stopped; Fenris raised its head and roared, and three men and one woman dropped down from it, surrounding and beating it up.
Oh right, there was also Ultron controlling the warship, providing long-range fire support.
Fortunately, Fenris was not a physical entity; as long as Hela did not die, it could keep regenerating, and for a time, it even held the upper hand.
In the distance, Heimdall and his group saw Thor and the others, and the civilians all revealed a relieved smile; at the very least, their King had returned.
Although they didn't know if the King could kill Hela, at least they had some psychological pillar of support.
"Pick up the pace!"
Heimdall shouted, and everyone hurried forward.
But just at this moment, two huge spikes appeared from both sides of the Bifrost Bridge, as if erecting a gate.
Hela descended from the sky, and Fenris also stopped attacking, trotting happily to Hela's side, sitting down and panting.
"Whoa, you're all actually still alive." Hela was genuinely a bit surprised, but only a little.
"There's actually still a Valkyrie who hasn't died; hmph, that's fine, I'll deal with you all together this time, to save the trouble."
She brushed her hands over her head, her messy hair stopped flowing, and a spiked helmet appeared on her head.
Tony flew to the side, followed by several Iron Armor units flying out under Ultron's control; Thor and Loki also transformed, and fortunately, Valkyrie had changed her clothes beforehand, otherwise, she would be very embarrassed right now.
On the narrow Bifrost Bridge, the battle broke out instantly.
Ultron went to help Heimdall clear out the Death Soldiers, and those civilians also picked up weapons to fight back fiercely, protecting the women and children behind them.
Tony drew Fenris away; otherwise, if this big guy charged into the crowd, it would probably eat its fill.
The other three exchanged glances and rushed directly at Hela; Thor didn't know when he had gotten his hands on the Eternal Spear, and he was wielding it quite impressively.
However, these three misfits truly made Hela laugh out loud; she didn't quite understand, they had already run away, yet they had actually come back to die.
Sigh, Asgard really gets worse with each generation; as expected, she was the one most suited to inherit Odin's throne. Only she could lead Asgard to recreate its past glory, and once again conquer the Nine Realms, and even the entire Universe!
After just a few moves, the situation became one-sided; Valkyrie was kicked down, and Loki crouched in the distance holding his stomach, his expression pained.
As for Thor, he was grabbed by his long hair by Hela with one hand, and his right eye was slashed blind by her, making him look very wretched.
This scene was also seen by the Asgard residents not far away, and their hearts immediately turned cold.
If even the invincible Thor could do nothing about her, then who else could save them?
"Oh ho ho, you look so disgusting, it reminds me of Father." Hela pulled hard on Thor's hair, laughing gleefully:
"Look, these heroic efforts are nothing more than a desperate struggle, they have no meaning at all; in the end, you will all die."
A short sword was placed against Thor's neck, and Hela's smile became even brighter.
"I am not some queen, nor am I some monster; I am the Goddess of Death! And you, my dear brother, what kind of god are you? Ya hahaha!"
Just as Hela was preparing to kill Thor with one sword strike, Loki suddenly shouted:
"I surrender! We surrender!"
Chapter 236: The First Stop to Rule the Universe: Earth!
Loki slowly prostrated himself on the ground, assuming a kowtowing position.
Hela tilted her head and tossed Thor aside, as if she had discovered a new toy.
"Oh? So, are you now... submitting to me?"
Loki lifted his head, revealing a sunny smile. "I submit, I am completely convinced. Sister, not only is your strength immense! You are also the first heir to the throne; I have no reason not to submit!"
Hela cast a playful look, though inwardly she felt some disdain. Could it be that the dignified God of Mischief of Asgard was only capable of playing such petty tricks?
"Really?"
"Really! Especially when Asgard was being insulted; you stood up for it, Sister. You don't know how happy I am!" Loki emphasized.
Hela became interested, lifting her chin to signal him to continue.
Loki hurriedly stood up and pointed at Tony in the distance, saying, "A new god has appeared on Earth, where that man is. He is extremely powerful. Thor was easily beaten by him, and even Odin dares not oppose him! In fact..."
At this point, there were tears on Loki's face. "He even looted the treasury bare, and every month he drags away a group of Asgardian women to serve him as maids!
The entire Asgard is like a toy in his hands; we are completely unable to resist."
Hela frowned, already half-believing him, because she had been to the treasury, and it was cleaner than her own body—there was nothing left.
Moreover, she had also heard Skurge mention that every month he had to send a group of women to Earth. It was indeed true; Loki was not lying.
"Then why did you try to stop me?" Hela asked, somewhat confused.
Clearly, Asgard had been treated as a plaything by an outsider, yet they were still fighting among themselves here. How truly foolish!
"It wasn't to stop you, but to test your strength, Sister." Loki curled the corners of his mouth and walked forward, standing beside Hela with a fawning expression.
"In case you were too weak, we naturally couldn't let you lead Asgard to its Death, right?"
As the God of Mischief, Loki was certainly no fool. With these words, no matter who won in the end, he could sophistically argue his way back, pleasing both sides and losing nothing.
Of course, this was something the four of them had already agreed upon on the spaceship: to make Helainterested in Sean, and then go to Earth to kill him.
The source of Hela's power determined many things; they had to lure her away from Asgard to have even a sliver of a chance to kill her.
Sure enough, Hela put away her armor and returned to her disheveled appearance, standing with her hands on her hips. "Is that so? Very well, let's make Earth the first stop in my conquest of the Nine Realms. Although, I remember them seeming not very smart in the past; I didn't expect them to develop so quickly."
Turning her head to look at Tony, Hela showed an approving look.
She had been to Earth before. Back then, the people of Earth were still using cold weapons to fight each other. She hadn't expected them to be capable of creating such technology now. Not bad, a talent worth cultivating.
Loki immediately bowed, extending his right hand to point forward, and said, "Please."
"No! Loki! You cannot let her go to Earth!" Thor roared with tears streaming down his face.
Hela glanced back. Heimdall also looked at Thor. He took heavy steps and still handed over the Bifrost Bridge sword in his hand.
Upon receiving the Bifrost Bridge sword, Hela laughed three times toward the sky, in a great mood.
Only by controlling the Bifrost Bridge could she lead the Death Soldiers to conquer every corner of the Universe.
To be honest, she had really been worried that Thor and the others would destroy the sword or throw it into the void below the bridge, which would have been quite troublesome.
"You few, come with me!"
Hela took Thor and the others with her, including Ultron from the warship. Didn't they think the new god on Earth was very strong? Hmph, very well, she would brutalize him in front of them to demonstrate her true strength.
She left a team of Death Soldiers to escort the civilians into the dungeon, had Skurge guard the Bifrost Bridge for a while, and left Fenris nearby to keep watch, ensuring nothing would go wrong!
The rest was to go and conquer Earth, to kill everyone who dared to resist, starting with killing their god!
The Garden, the hot spring. Another day of war of words; Sean always liked to come here to soak.
The women of Asgard were very different from the fans outside; they knew how to care for people, unlike the fans who only cared about their own comfort.
Every time Sean came, he only needed to lie inside, and they would swarm over like sharks smelling blood... no, that's not right, like a wolf pack seeing meat... that's not it either, but regardless, they would swarm over.
Paired with the mist of the hot spring, it always gave Sean a feeling of being among the clouds.
Just then, the sound of someone entering the water rang out, and a spot was immediately cleared for her.
Sean didn't know who it was and couldn't see clearly.
Not until a familiar touch came did Sean smile and say, "Sif, come a bit closer."
Sif leaned on Sean's shoulder, looking uneasy. "There is still no response from Asgard."
Some time ago, Sif heard Sean say that Odin was being impersonated by Loki, and she wanted to go back to check. She called out to the Bifrost Bridge as usual, but received no response.
Sif thought it was Skurge neglecting his duty again and that it would be fine after a few days; such things had happened before, but this time, there had been no reaction at all.
Her words also made the people nearby worry. Although staying here was very comfortable, that place was their home.
The atmosphere dampened, and their movements gradually stopped. Sean also felt that the clouds were gradually becoming less comfortable.
Wiping the facial cleanser off his left eye, Sean said to Sif, "Let's go take a look. We can also go there using the Tesseract."
"Mm!" Sif did not hesitate and immediately agreed.
If it were anything else, she wouldn't bother Sean, but since it concerned Asgard, she was still a bit nervous; after all, she was still a warrior.
"Very well, no time to lose, we will go now... never mind."
In the open space not far away, the Bifrost Bridge descended with a boom. Sean frowned; he could clearly feel that there were many people inside this time, and they were definitely not women—Asgarddidn't have that many pretty girls.
Sean told the others in the hot spring to take refuge and casually pulled a piece of fabric to wrap around himself. He never wore anything while bathing, so now he only had a few wisps of silk on him.
Light flashed on Sif's body, and her armor appeared. She could also feel that the newcomers were ill-intentioned. She glanced at Sean and immediately ran toward the house.
Hess didn't know what had happened, but she was quite sensitive to the aura of Death permeating the air. Knowing she couldn't be a burden at this time, she immediately led the people toward the Secret Garden, as it was safe there.
A gust of wind blew by, and a large number of Death Soldiers came into view. Standing in the middle was Hela, and everyone beside her, except for Loki, was bound.
Sean and Sif walked over, and their faces instantly showed some surprise.
"Tony? You're still alive!"
Chapter 237: Holy crap! I'm hurt?
Seeing Tony, to be honest, Sean was very happy.
Whether it was for his toys or something else, he was very happy.
Ignoring everyone around him, Sean strode towards Tony, very enthusiastically.
This action made Hela pause for a moment.
After all, anyone would be stunned to see a grown man, wearing nothing but a few wisps of silk, walking towards them.
Silk like that was semi-transparent.
Hela lifted her chin, and immediately, over a dozen soldiers raised their weapons and moved forward to test his skills and see the strength of the Midgardian god.
Valkyrie's eyes were full of disgust; she was already regretting this plan. She had only believed it because Thor and the others said there was a man who could crush Hela.
When the Death Soldiers approached, Sean's eyes were also full of disgust.
Things like these were just like rotting maggots; if they touched him even a little, Sean would be disgusted for a long time.
"Get down!"
Before Sean had even finished speaking, Thor and Tony immediately got down. Loki had also intended to get down, but seeing that Valkyrie didn't react, he immediately reached out and pressed her down. As for Ultron, he hadn't stood up at all; his legs had been dismantled by Hela.
A cyan beam of intense light swept past. Hela deployed her short swords to defend, blocking the attack, but those standing Death Soldiers were completely wiped out.
Valkyrie looked up, just about to curse at Loki, but seeing this astonishing scene, she swallowed hard in surprise. She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was actually quite pleasing to the eye, even though she liked women.
Hela was equally shocked, not because she thought Sean was strong, but because she could not resurrect the dead soldiers.
You have to know, the souls of these Death Soldiers were under her control; even if they died, she could resurrect them quickly. But this time, Hela discovered that Sean's ray had destroyed their souls.
"Interesting." Hela licked her lips and smiled. "Are you the new god of Midgard?"
Sean turned his head to look at her for a moment, scoffed, and continued walking towards Tony, ignoring her.
Before Hela arrived, Sean had had a small expectation, thinking she might be prettier in reality. He hadn't expected... sigh.
Hugging Tony's Armor, Sean patted it, making a clanging sound, and said, "Where did you go! You had me so worried. I knew it, you definitely weren't dead!"
Tony's eyes showed some disgust. If his Armor's arms weren't bound, he definitely would have pushed Sean away.
"O-okay, if you really must, put on some clothes before hugging me."
"Ahem, it's only because you're wearing the Armor that I'm hugging you. Otherwise, I wouldn't hug you at all."
The two of them chatted away like this as if no one else was around, completely disregarding the Goddess of Death who could destroy the World.
Ignored, Hela was so angry that her hair stood on end. She thrust her right hand forward with force, her short sword aiming directly at Sean's waist.
Click!
The tip of the short sword shattered. A small white dot appeared on Sean's waist, which quickly turned into a small red dot, but no blood flowed out because, in the blink of an eye, the wound healed.
Both sides were stunned by this sneak attack.
Hela: "So strong?"
Sean: "Holy crap! I'm hurt?"
Although their understanding of the situation differed, it made both sides take it seriously, treating the other as an opponent worth putting effort into defeating.
Even Sean rarely had to perk up; the last time he was injured was during that battle with Carol.
However, neither he nor Carol actually had any intent to kill that time; Carol wanted to subdue Sean, and Sean wanted to subdue her.
Before, when he heard Odin say Hela was very strong, Sean didn't have much of a concept of it. Now, he truly felt it; she really did have something.
Seeing that her strike failed, Hela extended her hand, and a new short sword appeared. She swung her hands in a cross, continuously striking every part of Sean's body.
In terms of combat technique, everyone here combined probably didn't have as much as her. Hela had conquered the Nine Realms; it wasn't just about fighting cannon fodder.
She remembered every weak point of the human body very clearly. Even if this person was tough, could every part of him be... F**K.
Hela felt her hands going numb. This Midgardian god still hadn't reacted at all. Whether it was his eyeballs, temples, or the lower regions, she had tried them all, but she couldn't land a hit.
But soon, Hela remembered that enemies with such hard skin were often fragile on the inside.
It just so happened that this person lacked combat experience; he had actually come out dressed like this. Even Odin wore Armor when going to the battlefield.
Moving her body, she shifted behind him. Hela curled her lips, feeling that she was about to succeed.
Sean felt a chill; an old woman was staring at his backside. Damn it, there's a pervert!
He turned around quickly, grabbed Hela's wrist with his left hand, swung his right hand, and smashed it towards her face.
With a boom, the ground centered on Sean cracked rapidly in all directions.
Seeing this situation, Sean kicked Hela flying and lost interest in her. As long as Asgard didn't perish, she couldn't die.
Sean didn't want to take her to the depths of the Universe and slowly wear her down; that was too tiring and not worth it.
Defeated! Hela hadn't expected that she had actually been defeated! And defeated so quickly!
She had thought that once Odin died, no one in the Nine Realms or even this Universe could stop her. She hadn't expected to lose the first battle, and a crushing defeat at that.
"Skurge!" Hela shouted at the sky, then turned to look at the others. "You are strong, but I haven't lost. Now is not my strongest time. When I recover to my peak strength, I will come back to challenge you!"
The Bifrost Bridge descended in response, taking Hela away and disappearing from everyone's sight.
"No! Keep her here!" Thor shouted.
But Sean didn't make any move, instead saying, "Stop howling. Wait for me to put on some clothes and then I'll go."
"Uh, haha, is that so." Thor and the others broke free from their restraints and breathed a sigh of relief.
Valkyrie also looked at Sean with a strange gaze; this Midgardian god was indeed excessively powerful.
Not long after, Sif brought out Sean's clothes, watch, and gems from the house.
Holding the Tesseract, Sean looked at the few people around and said, "Tony, you don't go. Remember, the party must wait until I return to start!"
"No problem!"
Tony let out a long sigh of relief. There was no need for him to go to this battle anymore; he couldn't help and would only add to the chaos. Moreover, he really missed Pepper.
Sean looked at them again, finally letting his gaze fall on Loki, and said meaningfully, "Act according to circumstances, I believe in you."
This left Loki confused; he didn't understand what it meant, but Sean had already twisted the Tesseract, and he had no way to ask for details.
Asgard, Bifrost Bridge. Hearing Hela speak, Skurge activated it immediately, not daring to delay for even a second. At the same time, he gained a further understanding of Hela's power.
How long had it been? She had already conquered Midgard? It seems my decision to surrender was indeed correct!
However, when he saw Hela come in crawling, he realized he had thought wrong.
As soon as Hela stood up, she took away the rainbow greatsword, deciding to wait until she recovered to her peak strength—no! Until she was even stronger—before going to Midgard again!
The civilians on the Bifrost Bridge hadn't even gone far; they had just reached the ground when they saw Hela fly over. But seeing that Thor and the others weren't with her, their hearts instantly turned cold.
However, Heimdall discovered that Hela was injured, which meant she had been defeated!
"Lock them all in the dungeon, don't let a single one out. If they don't fit, kill a batch!" Hela said in a fit of rage.
Listening to her tone, Heimdall was even more convinced of his judgment, but the civilians nearby were even more desperate, having even lost the thought of resisting.
Suddenly, Hela in the sky looked up and saw a flash of blue light, and immediately after, she was stomped into the ground by a size-43 foot, sinking very deep.
This was Asgard, after all; Sean didn't need to hold back.
The situation happened very suddenly. People were stunned for a moment before looking up. A man wearing a blue uniform stood proudly in the void, the red cape behind him shining exceptionally bright.