Chapter 441 - Killing (Happy New Year)
Hela shuttled through the soldiers like a ghost, easily breaking through the entire queue.
This battle was unsurprising from the beginning, and it was simply a unilateral massacre.
The sword in her hand seemed to be given endless magic power. With a casual swing, the cold light flashed by, and it could take away the lives of several soldiers.
Those originally hard armor and thick shields were as fragile as a layer of thin paper under the attack of Hela, and could not play any barrier role at all.
In just a few seconds, the battlefield was covered with corpses.
Blood flowed, gathering into a dark red stream, winding on the land of Asgard.
Hundreds of Asgardian soldiers lost their precious lives in this blink of an eye.
Hela stood in the middle of the mountain-stacked corpse, without even a drop of blood on her body. Her hair was flying in disarray, and the sword in her hand was still dripping blood, falling to the ground drop by drop, making a dull sound.
Her eyes were cold and crazy, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, emitting a terrifying aura.
The soldiers around were stunned by this scene, their legs trembled constantly, and the weapons in their hands also slid down due to fear.
No one dared to step closer. Hela's strength has exceeded their cognition. At this moment, the shadow of death enveloped everyone, and fear completely submerged them like a tide.
"I smelled the fear on you."
Haila walked slowly towards the soldiers with elegant but endless oppressive steps.
Every step she took seemed to step on everyone's hearts, making everyone's hearts tremble.
The soldiers were forced to retreat again and again by this powerful sense of oppression, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.
They held the weapons in their hands tightly, but seemed to have lost the courage to fight.
“You only have this ability, you can’t even warm up.
"Hela smiled contemptuously, and the smile was like a sharp blade, cutting through the soldiers' only remaining dignity.
Finally, some soldiers could not stand such insults, so they roared and rushed towards Hela desperately, trying to prove the courage of the Asgard warrior with their actions.
However, in the next second, a cold light flashed, and the soldier's head flew high into the air, and hot blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain.
His body was still in charge, but he lost his life and fell heavily to the ground.
At this critical moment, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.
Heimdal held a giant sword in both hands, falling from the sky like a meteor, and slashed at Haila with an indomitable aura.
This sword contained all Heimdal's power, and a "hiss" sound came from the air, torn apart by this force.
Hela's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched his hand upwards, steadily catching the thunderous attack.
With a loud "boom", the ground instantly sank, and cracks like spider webs appeared with Hela as the center.
"Good strength."
The corners of Haila's mouth raised slightly, and she still had a leisurely praise.
At this moment, she glanced at a cold light from the corner of her eyes.
Almost instinctively, she tilted her head slightly and avoided the attack.
It turned out to be Sif. She took advantage of the stalemate between Hela and Heimdal and quickly stabbed a sword.
Unfortunately, this carefully prepared fatal blow was dodged by Hela.
"Beauty, you're too slow."
After Hela easily avoided the attack, she even had the energy to tease Sif.
At this time, Heimdal was using all his strength to press down, trying to break through Hela's defense.
But Hela's right hand was like a towering mountain, extremely stable and motionless.
Hela sneered at the corner of her mouth, and with a little force on her right arm, she threw Heimdal out into the distance as if she was throwing a feather.
Heimdal rolled rapidly in the air, his face pale. With years of combat experience, he tried hard to adjust his posture in the air, trying to remove this powerful impact.
Finally, his feet fell steadily, splashing a piece of dust, and then he barely stood firm.
When he stood up, he found that the gods had stood beside him at some point, his eyes firm and without fear.
They knew Hela's strength well, but no one retreated because they were the gods of Asgard, and it was their mission to protect this land and people.
"For Asgard!"
The war god Tyr was the first to roar, and his voice rang around like a bell, as if he wanted to convey the fighting spirit and determination in his heart to everyone.
"For the honor of the Northern God!!"
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The other gods also responded, and the sounds gathered together, like the sound of thunder, which made the surrounding air tremble. he
Holding their own weapons, they charged towards Hela without hesitation.
At this time, Friga endured the pain, stood on a high place, loudly commanding the soldiers and the remaining civilians to retreat quickly. she
Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was still firm and powerful. Every word seemed to inject a shot of a heart-warming agent into the panicked crowd. scholar
The soldiers supported their injured companions and guided the civilians to run towards safety.
Wes also quickly opened the world channel from the side.
"I didn't say I allowed you to escape."
Hela's face turned gloomy in an instant, and her eyes revealed endless murderous intent.
She was serious, after all, her title was the goddess of death and she was good at the law of death to take away other people's lives.
A strange black light appeared all over her, and countless unjust souls were faintly howling in the light, as if telling the fear of death.
The two swords in her hand also became darker, and the sword body was surrounded by strands of death power, as if it could drag everything in the world into an endless abyss of darkness.
Hela traveled freely among the gods.
With just one encounter, the two swords in her hand passed by like black lightning. Several gods could not dodge and were instantly beheaded by her.
Popular blood gushed out and fell on the land of Asgard, dyeing this once glorious land blood red.
Faced with Hela's terrifying strength, no god could last for three rounds in her hands.
Every time the gods fought, the attacks of all their strength seemed like a joke in Haila's eyes, and they were easily resolved by her, followed by a fierce counterattack.
"Quick, hurry!"
Friga was anxious and had never had such an anxious moment.
Her eyes were staring at the retreating team, her eyes full of worry and eagerness.
She kept waving the scepter in her hand, shouting loudly, trying to make the sound go further, urging everyone to speed up.
Under her urging, the retreating people were hurried and looked panicked.
The last civilian left Asgard.
At that moment, Friga's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but she knew that the crisis was far from over.
