Chapter 845 The nasty brother who beat up his sister

So Thor didn't want to fight with Hela at all.

She sneered, her voice as cold as a knife: "That's because you are too naive, Thor. In the game of power, there is no family affection, no friendship, only winners and losers. And I am destined to be the one who stands at the top The winner!”

When Thor heard this, his heart burned with anger. He stared at Hela and said word by word: "You are not worthy of being the son of Odin at all. You don't understand what responsibility and sacrifice are. The struggle for the throne you talk about, but It’s just an excuse for your own selfish desires. A truly strong man will never gain power at the expense of his loved ones!”

Hela's movements paused slightly, but then she returned to madness.

"Shut up! I don't need your preaching! The future of Asgard will be decided by me! Anyone who blocks me will be eliminated!"

Thor didn't want to argue with her anymore. He knew that Hela had been blinded by the desire for power, and no reason could penetrate the ice in her heart.

With a loud "Dang!", the Sword of the Night Sky, a magical weapon that had once made countless creatures frightened, shattered like fragile porcelain under Thor's thunderous blow, and the fragments scattered like the night sky. The shortest meteor, fleeting.

"It seems that you are not too bad. Surrender to me and kneel down. I will spare your life and let you be my vanguard and executioner!"

Hela said, surprised.

Her voice was as cold as ice, with unquestionable majesty.

Her gaze was like a knife, trying to penetrate the defense in Sol's heart and make him succumb to her feet. But how could Thor, the guardian of Asgard, bow his head so easily?

"Hela, you are wrong! I will never bow to you, let alone become a tool in your hands!"

Thor's voice echoed in the thunder, firm and powerful.

He held the Thunder God's Battle Ax tightly, the artifact forged by the dwarves. It seemed to have come to life in his hands, and every swing was accompanied by deafening roars and dazzling lightning.

"You're terrible, Hela!"

Thor roared, his voice full of anger and unyielding. As his words fell, the sleeping thunder god power in his body seemed to be completely awakened, surging out like a volcano erupting.

The sky was instantly shrouded in thick dark clouds, and thunder and lightning raged in the clouds. Each one contained terrifying power that could destroy mountains and rivers.

"Boom!"

The thunder was rolling, as if the gods were roaring, and every flash of lightning was frightening.

"Hmph, stubborn!"

Hela sneered, her face looking particularly ferocious under the lightning. She knew that Thor's power should not be underestimated, but she was also confident in her terrifying strength as the goddess of death.

Although Hela was powerful, under Thor's unreserved offensive, she had to retreat continuously to avoid the thunder and lightning that could tear apart the soul.

For the first time, a solemn look appeared on her face. Obviously, she underestimated Thor's strength and determination.

After being repeatedly repelled by her younger brother, Hela's anger reached its peak.

Ignoring the fact that she had just broken the seal and her strength had not yet fully recovered, she waved her hands, and the ground seemed to respond to her call, with black blades as sharp as mountains rising from the ground, pointing straight into the sky.

These sharp blades are not only extremely hard, but also contain the aura of death. They guide lightning into the ground, trying to weaken Thor's offensive.

However, Thor's control of thunder and lightning has reached the point of perfection. Even in such a chaotic situation, he can still control every thunder and lightning accurately.

But even so, the out-of-control thunder and lightning still split, wandered, and gradually dissipated.

Seeing this, Hela took the opportunity to fight back. She raised one hand high and clenched her fingers into a fist. An indescribable power gathered in her palm. Then, black blades poured down like raindrops, covering the entire battlefield.

But Thor did not give up. He roared angrily, and the Thunder God's battle ax seemed to come to life in his hands. Every swing was accompanied by the roar of thunder, knocking away those black sharp blades one by one.

Thor roared angrily, his figure surged up, and he shuttled between the giant black nets like lightning. As the Thunder God's battle ax was swung, thick thunder and lightning raged like a giant dragon, striking the black sharp blades that tried to restrain him one by one. broken.

His figure looked lonely and majestic under the light of thunder.

Every breath he took was accompanied by the trembling of the surrounding air, which was the endless thunder power contained in his body that was about to move.

"drink!!"

Thor shouted again. This sound was not only an encouragement to himself, but also a declaration of war against the powerful enemy Hela in front of him.

The muscles all over his body were as tight as steel, and the power of thunder and lightning surged under every inch of his skin, as if he himself was a walking lightning, capable of tearing apart all darkness and obstacles.

Hela was looking at Thor with a contemptuous and complicated look at the moment.

Her black robes rustled in the strong wind, and she was surrounded by huge black blade pillars condensed from death energy, each one of which was enough to make ordinary living beings turn into ashes.

However, facing Thor's surging thunder power, she had to show her true strength.

"Brother, your strength is indeed beyond my expectation."

Hela's voice was low and magnetic, but the chill contained in it made people shudder.

"But you think this alone can stop me? You are wrong. Asgard will eventually belong to me, and the Nine Realms will tremble under my feet."

Thor did not answer, but swung the Thor's Axe in his hand more violently. Each blow carried the power of destroying the world, smashing the black blade pillars made by Hela one by one.

The air was filled with a strong smell of scorched earth and the sweet smell of thunder and lightning. This was the price of the collision of power and the critical moment that determined fate.

At this moment, Thor suddenly flashed, as if he had turned into countless lightning bolts, and launched a fatal attack on Hela.

His speed was so fast that Hela had no time to react. She could only swing her swords instinctively to try to resist the overwhelming thunder attack.

However, Thor's power was far beyond her imagination. Even if she tried her best, she could only barely block part of the attack. In the end, she was blown away by a powerful force and smashed her carefully arranged defense line.

Black gravel splashed everywhere, and Hela's figure was looming in the dust.

When she stood up again, she was no longer as relaxed as before.

There was blood on the corner of her mouth, and the ferocious horns on her head were broken but quickly repaired, which was a symbol of her immortality. But even so, her eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity.

Thor held the battle axe tightly, and the thunder power in his body boiled to the extreme.