Chapter 442 - Migration (Happy New Year)

Heimdal's golden armor was now full of holes, and the degree of damage was shocking. The broken pieces of armor were like the shaking leaves on the branches in late autumn, hanging sparsely on his body with scars.

His body was covered with ferocious wounds, and the wounds of varying depths seemed to have been bitten by wild beasts. Blood kept oozing out from these wounds, falling drop by drop on the ground under his feet along his arms and thighs. , blew out shocking blood flowers.

Despite his body suffering such great pain and his divine power almost dried up in the high-intensity battle, Heimdal's eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, revealing the determination to look at death.

His hands tightly held the giant sword, his joints turned white due to the force. Every breath was accompanied by violent ups and downs in his chest, but even so, he still did not retreat.

Faced with Hela's terrifying attack like a storm, he gritted his teeth again and again, exerting all his strength, and using the weapons in his hand to resist it.

Every time he resisted, the huge impact force made his arms numb, his bones seemed to be about to fall apart, and his internal organs were as if they were being hit hard by a heavy hammer, as uncomfortable as if they were overwhelmed, but he relied on his tenacious will. He took it down again and again, tenaciously helping the gods to restrain Hela.

However, this confrontation with huge power disparity consumed too much on Heimdal. His breathing became more and more rapid and his steps began to become empty. It was obvious that he could not hold on for long.

At this moment of despair, another god fell down under the sharp sword of Hela. The desperate and shrill cry pierced the sky, as if it was a tragic elegy played for Asgard, Everyone present felt a bone-broken chill.

Just as everyone was in a desperate situation, a thunder thunder was wrapped in the powerful force of destroying the world, like a whip of anger from the sky, shooting towards Haila with a speed of lightning.

Wherever the thunder passed, the air was ignited instantly, making a "sizzling" sound.

The dazzling light shone brightly on the entire battlefield as bright as day.

This thunder was powerful and hit Haila directly. The powerful impact force knocked her out. Her body uncontrollably drew a long arc in the air, like a falling meteor, heavy. The ground fell on the ground in the distance, splashing a piece of dust.

Heimdal finally got a moment of breathing, and he could no longer hold on. He bent down, supported his knees with both hands, and gasped heavily.

"retreat!"

Friga issued an order.

"snort."

Hela quickly stood up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and a raging anger burned in her eyes.

She snorted coldly, with murderous intent everywhere, and without hesitation, she was about to chase everyone who was retreating.

But just as she took a step, another thunder thunder was like a sword of divine punishment falling from the sky, slashing Haila with incredibly accurate.

The power of this thunder was also powerful. Although Hela was not injured with her own powerful strength, the huge impact force made her body stiffen in place and unable to move at all.

"Damn it!"

Hela cursed in anger in her heart, her sharp nails almost embedded in her palm.

She recognized at a glance that these two thunders were obviously Odin's masterpieces.

"If you die, you will cause trouble for me."

Her face was full of anger and unwillingness, and her twisted face was like an evil ghost from hell.

Of course Odin's back-up is more than that.

Friga looked solemn, frowned, and quickly and decisively took off the Destroyer Armor.

Immediately afterwards, she injected the last thunder that Odin left behind.

This thunder contains Odin's original power.

The moment the thunder injected into the armor, a strange light bloomed, and the armor turned into Odin's appearance. The familiar tall figure and majestic expression seemed to have really traveled through time and space and landed on this battlefield again.

A trace of reluctance flashed in Friga's eyes.

She solemnly handed the scepter symbolizing power and protection in her hand to the armor.

The Destroyer held the scepter and was surrounded by thunder in an instant. The jumping lightning rushed towards Hela like a dancing dragon.

"Get out of here, you're a broken iron!"

Hela shouted loudly, his voice full of anger and disdain.

But when she really fought with the Destroyer, she was surprised to find that the power that the other party burst out was beyond her imagination.

With Odin's power, the Destroyer dragged Hela tightly, making it impossible for her to escape and pursue the retreating people.

Taking advantage of this precious opportunity, the gods of Asgard did not dare to delay at all, and supported each other's injured companions and quickly evacuated to Wes's world.

Just ten seconds later, Hela finally burst out all his power, and a black vortex of energy surged around her body, which was the concreteization of the power of death.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the Destroyer armor was gradually overwhelmed and was dismantled by Hela, with parts splashing everywhere.

At this time, Hela was extremely angry, her chest was fluctuating violently and her eyes were red.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

She had been born and died for Asgard, and won glory for the land in countless battles.

But her father chose to seal her, and her people abandoned her.

The anger of betrayal was burning in her heart, and she secretly swore in her heart to start an unprecedented war and an expedition across the sea of ​​stars.

She wants to conquer everything and make everyone who has betrayed her tremble under her feet and pay the most painful price.

In Wes's world, a green island was specially opened up in the middle of a quiet and peaceful ocean, as the temporary foothold of the Asgardians.

Many Asgardians left their hometown for the first time in their lives and set foot on this strange land.

They stood on the beach, looking at the turbulent sea in the distance, their eyes full of confusion and loss.

Their hometown, the legendary Asgard, is now shrouded in the shadow of Hela, and this time he leaves, it is very likely that he will be a farewell forever.

Thinking of this, many people's eyes were red, tears rolling in their eyes, and finally they couldn't help but slip silently.

In their hearts, they have both reluctance to leave their hometown and concerns about the future.

There were many wounded soldiers and gods in the crowd.

The soldiers' armor was damaged, and shocking wounds were exposed, and blood stained their clothes red.

Although the gods were powerful, they also suffered heavy damage in the battle with Hela.

They were pale and weakly lying in a temporary tent, waiting for treatment.

Fortunately, it is safe for the time being.

People can temporarily let go of their fears and worries.

Some Asgardians began to get busy, building simple shelters, looking for edible food and clean water.