2098 Ragnarok, Final Battle Between Siblings

"Mm, that's right!" Loki murmured.

After thousands of years, he still had the heart of a king. For some reason, he felt a sense of responsibility as a king.

Decisively walking over to the stone platform where the Aether was, Loki grabbed it and stuffed it into his chest.

Then, he carried the rusty prong to another stone platform.

There was a brazier on the platform. There was no fuel inside, but a fire was burning fiercely.

Loki stared at it for a moment, before he finally made up his mind. He threw the prong into it and ran.

That was because the fire in the brazier was the Eternal Flame, and the 'prong' was actually the crown of the Fire Demon Surtur.

The complete form of Surtur was actually the Eternal Flame + the Fire Crown.

According to Odin's prophecy of Ragnarok, it was the complete form of Surtur brandishing his flaming greatsword that would completely destroy Asgard.

So, Odin had ruthlessly beaten up Surtur a long time ago, and forcibly taken away the Eternal Flame that was the source of Surtur's power.

A few months ago, in order to prevent Ragnarok from happening, Thor, as Odin's son, had run over and smashed Surtur's head before stealing his crown.

Now, in order to prevent the tyrannical Hela from becoming stronger and spreading the chaos of war throughout the Nine Realms, Thor had no choice but to consider letting Ragnarok happen.

Hela could become stronger when connected to Asgard, but Asgard had also become her biggest weakness.

As long as Asgard was destroyed, Hela, who was connected to it, would also die, and would no longer be a threat to anyone.

Loki had heard Thor talk about this plan on Planet Sakaar, but he never thought he would actually carry it out.

It wasn't until he snuck back in beforehand and saw the sorry state Asgard was in, and saw Luke and Heimdall take away most of the civilians, that he finally had the thought.

Compared with Thor, Loki was truly wary of Hela.

As someone of the same kind, he could sense Hela's malicious intent.

Hela wasn't Thor; it was impossible for Loki to repeatedly stab her in the back like it was a game between brothers.

She hadn't even gone easy on Thor, her little brother – how could she show mercy to an adopted brother?

What Loki couldn't tolerate was that when they first met in Norway, Hela had asked him to kneel.

Loki couldn't stand this grievance.

He had been a prince of Asgard for over 1,000 years. Frigga had loved him in every way, and had never told him to kneel.

Although Odin favored Thor, he had given Loki a normal education, and had never made him kneel.

Thor? Hm… duped by a couple of words, this fool ran off without even inheriting the throne.

Thus, Hela was the only person Loki had ever encountered who hadn't given him the least bit of respect.

This was even more unacceptable than Knight stepping on him. At the very least, Knight had been fighting him, so it was normal that he would attack any part of Loki.

After that, Loki quickly turned into an Asgardian civilian and slipped onto a small spaceship that headed for a large spaceship in the starry space outside Asgard.

The illusion of himself which he had left behind had already revealed its identity, and credited him with planning and presiding over the evacuation.

No matter how many people believed it, as long as the lie spread widely enough, there would be a chance for it to become true one day.

The point was to dupe Thor and reduce his contact with the civilians of Asgard.

Loki had been king of Asgard for years – it wouldn't be hard to be king again.

…

Luke knew that Loki was winning people over on the spaceship, but he didn't care at all. In any case, he would find an opportunity to kill him.

No matter how popular he was, could a dead person become the king of Asgard?

But Luke didn't know that Loki had snuck into Asgard.

Thor's talent was in fighting head-on, while Loki's talent was in magic.

God-Queen Frigga had been a well-known talented sorcerer when she was young. She was quite good at magic.

She had doted on Loki, and hadn't stinted in teaching him.

Asgard wasn't Luke's territory, and he had to avoid alerting Hela.

Surveillance was poor since the drones had been set up at the last minute; it was unsurprising that they couldn't detect Loki's stealth mode.

At that moment, the two clones were fighting Hela and the dog, and the battle was at its climax. Luke had no time to look out for small movements outside.

Thanks to Luke, Thor's fighting spirit gradually soared.

Luke suddenly stretched out his left arm, and it swelled up to provide enough protection.

The huge palm avoided the blade in Hela's right hand, and the fingers moved in a blur to hit the side of the sword with Vibration.

Hela was affected by the vibration, and half of the right side of her body turned numb for one instant.

She lost control of the right side of her body, which naturally caused a slight change to her left side.

Luke's right arm suddenly swelled up several times, and he plunged the golden tip of the spear he was holding into the left side of Hela's chest.

Hela was now immortal in Asgard, but that didn't mean that attacks were useless. It was just that she recovered especially quickly and was only indisposed for a very short instance.

The tip of the spear which pierced her heart transmitted the most powerful Vibration, which rendered her helpless for one brief moment.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

With a series of dull thuds, the top-notch divine weapon, the Gungnir spear, became an emotionless stabbing tool, and dozens of holes appeared in Hela's chest.

Then, she was lifted up on the tip of the spear and spun 180 degrees before she was smashed onto the floor.

Luke's figure flashed as he retreated to Thor dozens of meters away and threw the spear at him. "This is all I can help with. Now, it's your turn. Remember, behind you are hundreds of thousands of Asgardian lives."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to pant heavily, as if he had reached the limits of his endurance.

Of course, Thor didn't doubt it.

He had fought Hela for a few minutes, but in the end, he was pressed to the ground.

Knight could suppress Hela for so long and only feel exhausted after that? That was unbelievable.

Not far away, Hela was already sitting up in the small crater in the floor, the dozens of wounds on her chest and abdomen glowing with a dark green light.

She was using the divine power of Death to quickly dispel the golden divine power of the spear.

She would be back to normal in a minute.

Thor gripped the spear tightly and roared, "Ahhhh~" before he charged forward.

Did it feel bad to hit a dog that was already drowning? No way.

Hela could never be a drowning dog in Asgard.

So, with the weight of his responsibility to his people and his worries about the future of Asgard on his shoulders, Thor hit his sister in the head.

She struggled to raise her hands, and two greenish-black longswords slid out to block the attack. However, the immense brute force of the spear pressed her back down.

Boom!

Her butt was slammed back down hard, and the crater in the ground gave way by another ten centimeters.

"Ahhhh~" Infuriated, she couldn't help but let out an ear-piercing shriek.