Chapter 1187 A Treasure Trove with Lax Defenses: Corvus Glaive Opens Ragnarok

"What does this have to do with your order to attack Asgard?" Wanda asked, full of doubt.

"Because what's even more unreasonable than Thanos and the Reality Stone is the Goddess of Death," Aaron said half-jokingly. "I can't just make a move. If we want to get out of here unscathed and without attracting Hela's attention, we have to get you off the ship before she alters reality."

"But I've never suffered such a big loss in my entire life."

Thanos wouldn't be so naive as to think that he has the ability to challenge Hela with just a few Infinity Stones. If he doesn't want to attract Hela's attention and make it more difficult to collect the Space Stones, he would be doing so.

Before he can eliminate us, he must first eliminate those shells, which gives us room to maneuver and an opportunity to negotiate.

"As I expected, Thanos also didn't want to take unnecessary risks."

He probably won't attack us again until he gets the Space Stone.

Perhaps he's currently feeling self-satisfied with his own kindness!

"You seem to know him quite well!" Loki said with a meaningful smile. "Have you done any special research on him?"

"Forget it! I've only met him a few times, how could I possibly know anything about him? But the education I received since childhood has made me understand villains better than others."

Putting aside motives and right and wrong, most villains possess qualities and perseverance that are more valuable than those of the heroes, but they also share the same flaws. Aaron paused, then continued, "They are arrogant, always believing that fate is on their side, possessing a strange confidence that they have everything under control."

Loki touched his nose, feeling a bit like he'd been subtly insulted.

He seemed to have this mindset when he led the Chitauri army to invade Earth.

"So we're at peace with Thanos for now," Banner said thoughtfully. "But what about after he gets the Space Stone? Can we still maintain our non-aggression pact?"

"This...this is a question worth considering." Aaron frowned. His actions just now seemed to have only postponed the problem, rather than solved it.

The Monster and the Temple are now in a standoff, but neither will allow the other to leave their sight.

We'll see!

If that time really comes, I'm not incapable of taking action myself.

"Really?" Loki asked in surprise. "The fall of a god-level civilization will attract a lot of attention. Is it really okay to use magic?"

"There is no problem with the magic in Kamar-Taj."

“I know that, but does Kamar-Taj have a sorcerer who can withstand the power of the infinite Infinity Stones?” Loki chuckled. “Perhaps the Sorcerer Supreme could, but you don’t seem to be one!”

"It's okay. I'm not going to fight Thanos to the death. Buying time to retreat is enough."

Besides, who says Kamar-Taj can't have other powerful sorcerers besides the Sorcerer Supreme?

......

Undead Blade stealthily evaded the patrolling undead squads and silently infiltrated the Celestial Palace, slowly approaching the treasure vault.

Asgard now has few people, few battle-hardened warriors, and no all-knowing Heimdall; its defenses have declined to an unprecedented degree.

If he is careful enough, Corvus Glaive is confident that he can infiltrate the vault.

puff!

The blade pierced through the armor, passed through the chest of the undead soldier guarding the gate, and cleaved him into pieces at a 45-degree angle before he could let out a hoarse roar.

After 'killing' the undead soldier, Deathblade didn't pause at all. He quickly took a step forward and swung his 'Peerless Blade' down, killing another guard.

The whole process was swift and efficient, without causing any disturbance.

Corvus Glaive took a deep breath, dragged the two 'corpses' into the vault, and gently closed the door.

Looking at the corridor illuminated by the firelight, Corvus Glaive did not relax in the slightest.

He had no idea how many guards were in the treasure vault, so he walked very quietly, not daring to make a sound.

After passing through several corridors, the view suddenly widened, and brighter light shone on a platform at the end of the corridor.

Corvus Glaive's vigilance instantly heightened. He walked step by step to the end of the corridor and carefully turned his head to look over.

The line of sight follows the two sets of steps downwards and then extends forward.

With just a quick glance, Corvus Glaive's face twitched involuntarily.

However, it wasn't because the treasure vault was heavily guarded; on the contrary, the level of laxity in its defenses completely exceeded his expectations.

There were only four guards in the huge underground palace.

There are two guards at the very front and the very back, standing on the left and right sides respectively.

"What's going on?" Corvus Glaive murmured, full of confusion, but also finding it particularly funny.

If he had known the treasure vault was like this, he and Proxima Midnight wouldn't have had to be in such a sorry state; they could have easily completed their mission.

He didn't know that Hela looked down on Odin's collection. There were indeed many good things in the vault, but that was only for ordinary people.

For the Goddess of Death, who is of the Heavenly Father level, the vast majority of the collections here are just for show, and the very few that remain are merely for display and have little practical value.

The only useful item was the Eternal Flame, but she used it to resurrect the undead army.

To put it bluntly, Hela sees this treasure vault as nothing more than a storage room, and it would be enough to send a few people to guard it symbolically.

He should be even more grateful that Odin is dead, otherwise the Destroyer Armor would have automatically activated and wiped out all the invaders.

Suppressing his excitement, Wang Ren scanned the treasures displayed on the stand, patiently searching for what he needed.

After locking onto a cube emitting a blue glow, Corvus Glaive decisively struck, leaping down the steps and plunging his peerless blade into the chest of the undead soldier guarding the front, pinning him to the ground.

"Roar!"

The undead soldier let out a hoarse roar, the eerie green flames in its pupils flickering violently, and its body struggled frantically.

The sudden sound broke the silence of the underground palace. The other three undead soldiers looked over almost instinctively, and the next moment they all raised their swords and attacked the Undead Blade.

"Out of control."

Dead Blade scoffed dismissively. If it were an army, he would definitely avoid its sharp edge.

But if he can't even handle a few soldiers, then he doesn't deserve to be a general.

The nearest undead soldier rushed up to him, and Corvus Blade turned and kicked him hard in the stomach.

boom!

The undead soldier was sent flying backward, leaving a human-shaped imprint on the wall before falling straight down, motionless as if it had lost consciousness.

Without giving him another glance, he quickly dealt with the undead soldiers in front of him and then raised his peerless blade to kill the other two undead soldiers.

The result was as expected: after several powerful and heavy slashes, some black, broken limbs appeared on the ground.

Corvus Glaive easily sheathed his sword and was about to reach for the Tesseract when a piercing alarm suddenly went off.

"what?"

Corvus Glaive paused, his heart pounding.

At that moment, a figure came into his line of sight; it was the undead soldier he had kicked away.

He dragged his mangled body and triggered the alarm while Corvus Glaive dealt with the other guards.

"Damn it." In a fit of rage, the Deathblade cleaved the half-crippled undead soldier into pieces, but that did nothing to stop the alarm from going off.

As soon as the alarm sounded, the patrol team outside the vault rushed in.

Click, click, click!

The sound of armor scraping against each other and the rapidly approaching footsteps made Corvus Glaive increasingly anxious.

He never expected that a small oversight could bring him such big trouble.

Logically speaking, the undead soldier had already lost the ability to move, so he didn't take him seriously. But what he overlooked was the vitality of these Asgardian warriors resurrected by the Eternal Flame.

Without time to regret it, Corvus Glaive immediately rushed to the back of the vault and picked up the Tesseract that emitted an icy blue light.

Just then, the undead soldiers surged in like a tide.

The dark green armor, the skeletal face, and the hoarse breathing coming from his mouth and nose all made Corvus Glaive feel solemn and subconsciously tighten his grip on his weapon.

The undead army discovered the intruders and charged towards the Undead Blade like a raging torrent.

Faced with the impenetrable encirclement, Deathblade took a deep breath and swung his peerless blade, cutting back several approaching undead soldiers. But the next moment, even more undead soldiers rushed forward.

He wielded his peerless blade with dazzling skill, each sweep, thrust, and slash knocking down one or more undead soldiers.

But facing countless enemy troops, he was quickly wounded, and no matter how hard he swung his weapon, he could only postpone his death by a few seconds.

The sounds of metal clashing were chaotic and disorderly. As Corrupt Blade fought and retreated, a sense of despair gradually rose in his heart.

He didn't think he had any chance of being resurrected. If he died this time, it would be difficult for the Goddess of Death not to notice the secret of the Peerless Blade.

In the midst of his chaotic thoughts, the longsword pierced the abdomen of the Dead Blade.

A sharp pain shot through him, and he instinctively tried to retaliate, but his peerless blade was blocked by several longswords and could not be moved an inch.

boom!

Corvus Glaive was hit on the head by the shield and staggered backward.

His blurred vision made him feel disoriented, and he inadvertently saw a crown beside him that looked like a skull and had a pair of huge horns.

That's... Surtur's crown?

An absurd thought arose in Corvus Glaive's mind: the legend of Ragnarok gave him a glimmer of hope.

"drink!"

Dead Blade mustered his strength, planted the Peerless Blade on the ground to support his body.

He then twisted his body, kicked away the two undead soldiers who attacked him, and swiftly grabbed Surtur's crown from the platform the moment he landed.

After obtaining the crown, Corvus Glaive immediately sprinted towards the end of the vault, trying to distance himself as much as possible from the undead army.

The Eternal Flame, where is the Eternal Flame?

While running desperately, Corvus Glaive also spent some of his energy scanning his left and right sides, trying to find the raging fire.

As fate would have it, he saw a huge brazier, with flames burning fiercely even without any fuel.

Due to inertia, he couldn't stop in time and missed the brazier.

But he wasn't discouraged; instead, he felt a sense of relief, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

Corvus Glaive didn't stop or even turn around. Instead, he threw the crown backward from several meters away, and it landed precisely in the brazier.

The crown burned in eternal fire, bright flames emanating from the skull's eyes, the crimson flames like blood seeping into it, adding a strong sense of life.

Surtur, who had been dormant for a long time, was finally awakened by this powerful primal force and swayed involuntarily.

The undead army that was frantically chasing Corvus Blade suddenly came to a standstill, like a machine that had lost power and slowly stopped running.

"Hahaha! Ragnarok!" The surviving Dead Blade laughed with relief. "What a magnificent prophecy!"

boom!

A fierce flame erupted from the crown, accompanied by an angry growl, and then rapidly expanded, incinerating everything around it.

The extreme, furious heat melted the walls, caused the floor to collapse, and cracks to spread across the ceiling.

Odin's collection and Hela's undead army could not withstand the terrible temperature and were quickly engulfed by the flames.

“It’s horrible.”

Deathblade stared in horror at the imposing figure rising from the eternal flames, realizing he had to leave as soon as possible.

Leave this underground palace, or even leave Asgard.

The next moment, he took out the only trophy he had fought so hard to obtain: the Cosmic Cube.

With the power of the Space Stone, he opened a blue wormhole and jumped in before the flames engulfed him.

......

Rumble!

The entire celestial palace shook as if it were experiencing an unprecedented earthquake.

Flames shot out from the cracks and spread rapidly in all directions.

The goddess of death on the throne suddenly changed her expression, sensing that the very essence of Asgard was being eroded by some violent force.

"It's here, Ragnarok." Frigga sighed, feeling both helpless and relieved that her fate had finally arrived.

"Why now of all times?" Hela was furious and quickly switched to battle mode.

“Hela, this is fate,” Frigga said meaningfully. “The destruction of Asgard does not mean the destruction of the Aesir.”

Perhaps... you could try taking another path.

The implication is that we shouldn't put all our eggs in one basket; with Hela's divine power, rebuilding a new divine kingdom is only a matter of time.

"Impossible, Asgard is mine."

"No one can destroy my kingdom, not even Ragnarok, and besides..." Hela subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, "She needs Asgard too."

In Asgard, her divine power was inexhaustible, and she could safely nourish her unborn daughter with pure divine power. But in other places, she might not have such favorable conditions.

Frigga paused for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "Maybe it's not that necessary. You've already used enough divine power to push her to the edge of awakening her divine power."

Perhaps she was born with the potential to develop her own divine essence, and she inherited her father's bloodline, making her a natural-born magician.

"Shut up, Frigga," Hela said impatiently, then waved her hand towards the outside.

A moment later, the giant wolf Fenris came running over.

Hela grabbed Frigga and jumped onto Fenris's back. "Let's go, Fenris, we need to find a more open battlefield."