Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1742

The fog gradually dissipated, and Hela looked indifferently at Thor and Loki who were huddled next to Frigga.

The aftermath of the duel still shook the Faroe Islands. Thick dark grey clouds pressed down on the sea, pregnant with thunder and lightning. Under the clouds, a blizzard howled across the frozen sea, and huge waves froze into icebergs, and whirlpools turned into pale pits. Occasionally, on the other side of the horizon, you could see flames shattering the clouds. The thunder that shook the earth and the ice came slowly from afar, and finally exploded in your ears, squeezing the fragile human organs.

The Faroe Islands had disappeared, and the people and buildings that had died were buried under ice and molten rock. Only a few pieces of rocky ground and black spires burning in the fire that emerged from the ice showed that this was once an inhabited island. The safest place on the battlefield was the towering tree constructed with runes. The runes isolated the ever-changing environment outside, but neither the storm nor the high temperature could pass through the stone engraved with the rune combination that Frigga had thrown on the ground.

“My dear mother, it’s been a long time. I still remember how you tricked me into going to the Land of the Dead.” Hela looked at her mother carefully. Her tone rose with sarcasm. “You look much older. A lady like you should take good care of yourself. Is it because it’s too troublesome to raise these cubs? I can kill them and save you some trouble.”

"No!" Frigga shouted nervously. Then she lowered her voice, "No, they are your brothers."

"If that's what you want,"

Hela raised the spikes on her helmet, one hand on her waist, the other holding the black sword named "Night Sky" like a pointer, the tip of the sword pointing at Thor and Loki. "As long as they don't come to hinder me, I can spare their lives for your sake. You must not remember what happened before, Thor, your childhood is too long. Until now, you are still like a teenager whose brain has not fully developed, impulsive, childish, and lacking wisdom. You hold my weapon as if it was born to you."

"Mjolnir is the warrior's weapon! You have insulted my honor and you have insulted Mjolnir!"

If Frigga hadn't held him back, Thor would have rushed up and hit this sister who had completely forgotten about him with a hammer.

"If a ranger's adventure can be considered a military achievement, you have done well. Don't think that I don't know what is happening outside in Nirfheim. You have never experienced a real battlefield. Only court bards can blow up a few small rebellions into epics."

Hela still looked nonchalant.

She pointed the tip of her sword at Loki, who immediately put on a polite smile and made a slight, mock bow.

"You're lucky to be alive, you bastard from Jotunheim." Loki's expression froze, and at this moment he could only straighten up awkwardly. Hela continued as if she hadn't seen it, waving the tip of her sword in front of Loki. "You were so small then, much smaller than the average frost giant child, so small and cold that you had to use all your strength to breathe. I suggested that Odin feed you to Fenrir to prevent you from living in too much pain. But he thought you could control Jotunheim. Now it seems he has failed. He treated a pet as his son. You were supposed to live in a stable, but now you can call yourself a prince. It's really laughable."

"Stop talking." Frigga closed her eyes in pain.

"Look at you, still so weak, but you have learned to disguise. Even if you want to bite my throat off now, you still pretend to smile. This is very smart, but -" Hela's malice almost overflowed, and the tip of her sword was like a red cloth teasing a bull, swaying in front of Loki and Thor. Thor did not underestimate the danger of Hela, and the black sword was always pointing at his and Loki's vital points.

“—Coward. You are a coward and you don’t have the courage to face the enemy.” Hela dragged out her voice, “Look at Thor, although he is stupid, he at least has courage. You won’t do that, right? I forgive you, you are not an Asgardian. Thank you for my mercy, I can kill you first and let you say goodbye to your miserable hybrid life.”

"Shut up!" Thor yelled angrily, "Shut up, you..."

"She is irritating you." Loki warned in a low voice, "Don't talk to her, she makes your brain confused. Our sister who just got out of prison is very smart, at least smarter than you."

“I know!” Thor stared at Hela, spinning Mjolnir in his hands. “Will you help me? I want you to swear in front of Mother!”

"She doesn't seem to like me that much." Loki smiled and spread his hands. "I swear to Frigga, to the God of Mischief, and to the gallows, I will help you, dear brother."

"So, do you choose them or me, mother?" Hela looked at Frigga, and the smile on her face disappeared. Seeing Frigga's painful expression, she became even more angry - she knew the answer - Hela squeezed out a voice from her throat, accompanied by black anger, "You know that I will definitely inherit Asgard, you know that Odin fears me... I never thought that my mother would deceive me!"

"You've gone mad, Hela." Frigga shed tears. Thor and Loki looked at their mother's tears at a loss. They had never seen their mother so sad. "You want to kill everyone. You want to use skulls to build your war achievements."

"Odin ordered me to bring death to the enemy, and I did it!" Hela shouted angrily, "Now he wants to decorate his coat with gold to wash away the smell of blood! For his own reputation, he wants to erase my achievements and force my officers to lay down their weapons! Tell me, Frigga, can I watch the wounded warriors lay down their weapons, erase their honor, and let them do the work of pariahs?"

"The war is over, but you are the only one who hasn't gotten out of it!"

Frigga closed her eyes in pain. Her heart ached at her daughter's madness. "Odin gave those soldiers and their families a safe life and honor. The king has never let down any soldier. Your accusations against him are tarnishing the honor of Asgard."

"So much stupidity and so short-sighted."

Hela shouted angrily, and she hurried forward. Thor and Loki immediately stood in front of Frigga to stop Hela from moving forward. "The war is not over! There are still many threats in this universe. Odin has even lost confidence in his army, otherwise he would not stop the expedition!" She said angrily, "He is afraid, he is afraid of those things he cannot fight against, afraid that my influence in the army will overthrow him from the throne! For his reputation, he even ordered the Valkyries to attack me..."

"What happened to the Valkyrie?" Thor asked.

"I once fought side by side with the glorious Valkyries, and I have to praise their ferocity and bravery. But Odin ordered the Valkyries to attack me. He knew that the Valkyries were no match for me. This was our father, so hypocritical that even the Valkyries who were completely loyal to him could not escape death. Their remains were destined to become stepping stones for him to become the King of the Gods, simply because the Valkyries were sagas whose road to conquest was written with the blood of their enemies, and the Father of the Gods must not have blood on his clothes!"

Frigga said nothing.

She knew very well why Odin stopped the expedition. Part of what Hela said was true, but that was not all. Those invincible enemies were always staring at Asgard. One day they would bring about the Ragnarok that would destroy Asgard. The day predicted by Odin was approaching, and she could see the vague outline of the disaster.

Hela was only the beginning of Ragnarok, not the decisive factor. Everything Odin did was to prevent that day from coming. But she couldn't say it. Just saying those names might attract their attention and accelerate the demise of Asgard. Frigga could only hope that everything Odin had planned for tens of thousands of years would work.

If Asgard is destined to be destroyed, then the gods behind the curtain of Ragnarok will also have to pay the price!
Even God has to bleed!

"I don't deny it." Frigga adjusted her expression and forced herself to be tough. She looked like a queen again. "But I always think that Odin's choice was correct, including imprisoning you. At that time, you had already caused damage to Asgard. As a king, Odin had to deal with you."

"Including purging those soldiers who are loyal to me?" Hela sneered. "Zinal, you remember him. He was responsible for feeding Fenrir. Every time he followed my footsteps and killed the enemy at the front of the battlefield, he was wounded more than once. If I hadn't begged your medical officer, he would have died on the battlefield. Asgard was built on his blood, but Odin still killed them mercilessly."

"They must make sacrifices." Frigga said coldly, "This is Asgard."

Hela was approaching, and Thor and Loki could even smell the blood on her.

They were speechless because they had never experienced the bloodiest and cruelest period in Asgard's history, nor had they seen their gentle mother have such a cruel side - it was their father who issued the orders, but at least some of the orders came from their mother. The blood on Frigga's hands was no less than that of Odin - all the sagas sung by the bards praised the kindness and wisdom of the great god Odin, and never mentioned the brutality and bloodiness of the god of the gallows. Thor had heard that the aliens in the colony called Odin "the King of the Wild Hunt".

Thor never thought about where the aliens' fear of Odin came from, but just took it as a compliment from the enemy, and hoped that the aliens would call him that one day. "Do you know what I was thinking when Zinar fell in front of me? I can't let them down, Frigga. Asgard belongs to me and my soldiers, not to the king who likes to decorate himself with gold and honor! A true king should ascend the throne with iron and blood, not like these two reckless, stupid, and naive guys, who treat the whole country as a game or an adventure sung by the bards hired by the Golden Palace!"

Hela suddenly calmed down, she straightened her back and looked arrogant.

She made the decision in a declarative tone, as if everyone should accept everything she said next, and no rebuttal was allowed. "Since Odin calls me death, I will crown myself with bones and black swords. If a hundred people object, I will kill a hundred people, and if ten thousand people object, I will kill ten thousand people! If all Asgardians oppose me, then I don't mind ruling a kingdom of the dead, just like I have for thousands of years. Anyone who prevents me from going to the Silver Tower and ascending Hliskjálf (the high throne in Norse mythology) will be my enemy-"

Hela pointed her sword at Frigga, and Thor and Loki who stood in front of her. She looked excited, eager to get into position for power, as if Hela couldn't wait for Thor and Loki to attack her. Thor felt a chill. He could see that Hela was serious, and she would really kill him and Loki in front of Frigga.

Frigga just looked at her coldly and said nothing more.

"Including you, mother. I've had enough of your deception."

"You are really crazy! I have had enough of your nonsense! You cold-blooded monster!" Thor could no longer bear it. He walked out of the protection of the runes with his hammer in hand, and blizzards and ice rushed towards him. "If you want to challenge the heir of Asgard, then I should fight! Come here, sister I have never met, I will prove my honor and your death here!"

A huge black sword pierced out from the ground to meet the lightning summoned by Mjolnir, and the loud thunder bombarded the protective magic constructed by the runes. The goddess of death laughed like crazy, and the slender black sword waved in the night sky, creating an opaque night. Thor soon had several shallow wounds on his body, and blood dripped continuously onto the snow, and then quickly condensed into deep red ice.

Hela excitedly played with the prey in front of her, enjoying the death of her prey like a cat, as if she was determined to drain Thor's blood. She even used a vicious method to cut Thor's skin and muscles to make the blood flow faster. Thor could only grit his teeth and endure the great pain brought by the rolled flesh and the dizziness of rapid blood loss.

Loki frantically took out his dagger and carved runes on the gravel. He looked at his mother worriedly.

Frigga looked very haggard, and the toughness she pretended to have disappeared. She just shed tears, as if her life had disappeared. Only a thin shadow was left under the giant tree. She looked at the battlefield and saw Thor clumsily swinging the hammer containing lightning, breaking the black sword shot by Hela again and again, and the metal colliding with each other made a harsh noise and flash.

Each time Thor summoned lightning to strike the black sword, it could only block one attack, and was completely powerless to stop Hela's violent attack. Blood and lightning splattered, and the thunder under the dark clouds became even more violent. The destructive lightning roared under the clouds and even shattered the nearby ice. Even the sky, which had become dark due to the ecological disaster, became as bright as day in a short period of time.

Originally, Mjolnir was a war hammer that could be held with both hands. It was a sacred artifact that the god Odin ordered craftsmen to forge in a dying star. Hela once led her legions into battle with the war hammer in one hand and the black sword Night Sky in the other, until the eve of her being declared a traitor.

When it came to Thor, the handle of the hammer was already shorter. Perhaps the hammer was damaged in the direct conflict between Hela and Odin, or perhaps Hela discovered that Odin used a spell to prohibit her from using Mjolnir, so she had to destroy the weapon to prevent Odin from using the hammer.

Whatever the truth, Mjolnir is now a warhammer that can only be held in one hand, not a weapon suitable for dueling. If possible, Thor wished for the first time in his life to hold a shield so that he could approach the enemy without any scruples, instead of hoping that the armor on his body could block the black sword "Night Sky" for even 0.1 seconds.

The two artifacts that had fought side by side were now constantly colliding with each other. Thor discovered that Hela's black sword could even scratch the surface of Mjolnir. The damage to the weapon was far more painful to him than the damage to his body. He roared, trying to close the distance between him and Hela and quickly end the battle with his unparalleled strength.

But Hela is faster and more experienced.

She was not a madman who wielded weapons at random, but a sophisticated battlefield artist, with rich experience in both leading legions and honor duels. However, her next attack was suddenly interrupted, and a bullet hit the spine of the sword in the night sky accurately, and the blade that was supposed to pierce Thor's fingers holding Mjolnir was deflected.

Hela looked angrily at the dark portal and the two tall figures that walked out of it.

"I'm sorry to interrupt such a happy family gathering, but unfortunately, visiting hours are over." Bayonetta was wearing a Japanese dark blue police uniform - no one knew when she changed her clothes - the black-haired witch took the rose-shaped lollipop out of her mouth, glanced at Hela who was surrounded by floating black swords, and said casually, "If you have any quarrels, it's better to go to your territory to resolve it, otherwise I will give you a ticket!"

Seeing that they were two mortals, Hela had no desire to speak at all.

Lady Death simply swung an obsidian black sword in the direction of Bayonetta and Jeanne, as if mortals were just weak creatures that could be killed at will. Bayonetta fired a shot, blasting the black sword away again, and Hela took a serious look at the witches.

"How dare you refuse my gift of death, mortal!"

"I thought his arrogance was annoying enough, but I didn't expect your arrogance to be more like flatulence, which is annoying." Joan of Arc crossed her arms and pointed at the dark clouds and ice in the distance that were low over the sea. "The person who defeated you is right there, as is your father. Why don't you challenge him? I believe they wouldn't mind spending a little time to kill you, goddess of death."

The witch's viciousness and harshness were beyond the Asgardians' expectations.

“I will wait here for the final winner of the duel. Only the winner can challenge me!” Hela laughed angrily. “Before that, you must atone your sins with your lives!”

"She can't go to Asgard!" Frigga interrupted what Hela was about to say, "Odin has given up the throne. Now the faith accumulated by Asgard over the past 500,000 years will belong to the first heir. The order of succession has never changed, my daughter, he has always hoped..."

"Don't think you can fool me with this trick, mother. It was you who tricked me into going to the Land of the Dead!"

Hela just waved her hand disdainfully. She knew that as long as Thor accepted the challenge, the Rainbow Bridge would open and Asgard would surely welcome its king. If she killed Thor, then she would undoubtedly be the king of Asgard, and Heimdall would have to open the Rainbow Bridge to welcome her, because Asgard had no second choice. If she failed to kill Thor, then there must be a third party who provided help, and Heimdall might favor Thor and take Thor away with the Rainbow Bridge. But it didn't matter. This was the opportunity she was waiting for. The Rainbow Bridge could not refuse the heir of Asgard.

Bayonetta frowned deeply.

From Asgard's perspective, it is a great fortune to be able to solve Hela's problem on Earth, but this is Earth, and Earth has never belonged to Asgard. The battle between Odin and Salomon has already caused an ecological disaster. Although the battle between Hela and Thor is not as bad as the previous duel, it is also unbearable pain for mortals.

She snapped her fingers, and a huge black shadow emerged from under her butterfly shadow like sticky mud, forming an indigo-colored humanoid figure several dozen meters tall in the blink of an eye. Wearing a black swallowtail butterfly dress made of butterfly scales and a butterfly wing-shaped crown on her head, Madame Butterfly looked at Hela, who was emitting malice below, with interest. "Dear half." Bayonetta called Madame Butterfly, "We are going to taste blood again."

Madame Butterfly smiled and nodded, and then she summoned a shadow portal beside Bayonetta, and a golden spear and longbow squeezed out of the portal. Bayonetta held the spear tightly and put the spear on the bow, and the light of Venus pierced through the thick clouds of the blizzard and fell on her.

"Last notice." Bayonetta's tone was still as sarcastic and provocative as always, but now she no longer looked like a shadow witch, but a god covered in starlight, "Death, or leaving."

"You are also a god. Very good. This battle can be considered an honor."

Hela raised her sword high, and a gray skeleton wave spirit appeared out of thin air and jumped to her side.

She stepped on the wolf's head and looked up at Madame Butterfly and the Black-haired Witch. Death was both a curse and a praise, not only because many alien races who called themselves gods died under her sword or wolf's mouth, but also because she was involved in forbidden black magic.

“You come too, dear brother,” Hela said. “And you, Jotunheim bastard. Look at this woman. She is even braver than you.”