The green flames ignited the fire of life of the sleeping heroes, and the dark souls who had long since fallen into the dark abyss returned as the dead at the call of Hela, the goddess of death.

In those dry eyes, the faint green flame of light like ghost fire fluttered, like Sen Ran's eyeballs, giving people a cold sense of horror.

These heroic warriors who once sacrificed their lives for the glory of Asgard's empire, they are ready to launch another fearless charge against the enemy with heavy steps and a loud war horn!

The armoured and spear-clad army of Heroic Spirits spread like a black tide, rising from the ground and pouring out of the main hall of the Asgard Palace, wanting to tear apart all those intruders who didn't know what to do!

"If you tell them now that you are the heir of Odin, the prince of Asgard, and the rightful heir to the king, is it possible that these heroic warriors will spare us?"

Sean, who stepped on the steps, looked at the army of heroes who were like dark clouds, and turned his head to Thor and asked.

The group of the dead, who had already died once and whose bodies were laid to rest in Valhalla, had been reawakened by the power of the Eternal Flame, and they were now only at Hela's orders.

"Even if my father is resurrected, these dead heroic spirits may not stop."

Thor shook his head helplessly, who would have thought that Hela had resurrected these Asgardian warriors.

They had followed Odin in his conquests, and when they died, they were driven by Hela to become her tools of killing.

"They don't know what they're doing, they don't fear pain and death, they're no different from the dead."

Hearing Thor say this, Sean shook his head and smiled, and walked forward with a relaxed step, as if the endless army of Heroic Spirits in front of him was a cloud of air.

Valkyrie took a sip of spirits, drew her sword, and strode after Thor with fearlessness.

Returning to Asgard, seeing everything familiar and recalling memories of the past made her feel like a fire burned in her heart.

This time, she wants to regain the lost glory for those dead comrades-in-arms!

Loki, who was ready to shout and cheer, was very wise to hide behind, and this kind of thing was obviously not suitable for evil gods who like to play tricks.

An Asgardian warrior with dry cheeks and a mummified face rushed forward first, his heavy armor rattling, his spear raised high, and he stabbed Shaun head-on!

The dim green soul fire fluttered slightly, and this long-dead Asgardian warrior seemed to remember the eventful years of the Nine Realms.

Those powerful dark creatures, the dark elves of Vat Alheim, and the frost giants of Jotunheim, have been pierced through their bodies by spears in their hands countless times, torn flesh and blood, and fallen under the iron hooves of Asgard, and this enemy in front of them cannot escape the same fate!

"You're thinking too much, go back to the dark abyss."

Sean smiled slightly, and with the blessing of the power of the Mind Gem, he easily saw the soul fluctuations emitted by the Asgardian warrior who had become a heroic spirit, and the ghostly green ghost fire.

Immediately after that, the dark red brilliance of the aether particles rippled like water waves, and the Asgardian warrior in front of him with murderous intent instantly turned into a stiff stone sculpture, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years, and gradually dissipated like weathering.

The Heroic Soul army swept over like a tidal wave, and Sean was a solid reef in the raging waves, standing firmly at the center of the wave, unaffected.

The dark red liquid of the aether particles, like tiny droplets of water, circled around him, and the Asgardian warriors who had followed him turned into dust before they could get close.

Thor followed, and the Thor who lost Mjörnir could only use a pair of iron fists to sweep away the heroic spirits that pounced on him, which was really embarrassing compared to Sean, who was walking in front.

"Need help?"

A relaxed smile tugged at the corner of Sean's mouth.

Unwilling to bow down to the other man again, Thor smashed the Asgardian warrior away with a single punch, the blazing thunder in his one-eyed eye looming.

It was as if he had heard the loving voice of his father, Odin, that the King of Asgard had long since returned to the dark abyss beneath the World Tree, and that his soul and body had sunk into eternal sleep, never to be awakened again.

But Thor's ears clearly echoed Odin's whispers, and that extremely cordial and powerful aura lingered around him.

"Thor, as the heroic thunder god of Asgard, wouldn't you be able to fight without Myornir?"

Odin's playful laughter clearly emerged, and his kind and generous voice and smile slowly appeared.

"Father's ......"

Thor murmured.

Knock Knock Knock –

He heard his heart beating violently like a drum, and the power of the raging thunder surging through his body!

"Thor! What are you doing? ”

Valkyrie, who was caught in a bitter battle, saw the army of the Heroic Spirits surround the distracted Thor, and the other party stood still as if he had given up resistance.

Asgardian warriors frantically swarm like black crows pecking at corpses, ready to tear Thor's strong body apart!

Those dry and terrifying cheeks revealed incomparably fanatical greed, like a hungry ghost seeing a sumptuous feast and eagerly starting to enjoy it.

"Hela shouldn't bother you!"

The blazing lightning swept like a long whip, and the army of the Heroic Spirits was like a wax figure scorched by the heat, quietly melting in the roar of violent and dazzling thunder!

"Dust to dust, dust to dust...... The dead are liberated, the living are at peace! ”

Bathed in blazing lightning, Thor strode forward, quickly catching up with Sean's footsteps.

Between the swings of his fists and feet, lightning burst out, and the power of thunder surged, clearing the air and sweeping away waves of heroic spirit army!

"Hela, I'm back!"

Thor, who had regained his strength, couldn't help but feel more confident.

He thought that he might not lose to Hela again, and the crazy surging thunder power in his body was like a shot in the arm, instilling Thor with extremely strong confidence.

For the first time ever, Thor didn't need Mjairnir to easily control the furious Thunder and harness this powerful force!

The blazing lightning swirled like a storm, and the army of heroic spirits who were not afraid of death were like snowflakes in the heat, and they all turned into nothing!

Loki, who followed behind, had a complicated expression, Odin always left the best for Thor, and the others were not even qualified to face it.

Thinking of Sean's vague meaning, Loki's eyelids drooped, and a slight coldness appeared on his handsome face.

Asgard would never belong to him, so why should he be obsessed, even if Thor defeated Hela and stopped Ragnarok, how should he deal with himself in the face of a thriving earth?

"Alright, the warm-up game is over."

Sean said calmly.

He stood on the highest steps of Asgard, staring at Hela languidly leaning on the huge throne, the graceful figure of the Queen of Death, outlined under the green cloak.

If I hadn't intervened, I'm afraid all this would have evolved into an Asgardian bloody palace fight, where the three sisters and brothers intrigue to get on the throne and fight to the death, and the series is guaranteed to be broadcast at eight o'clock in the evening.

In the depths of Sean's eyes, the golden light shone, and the dark red light contracted and condensed, and then erupted!

The power of the aether particles distorts reality, tampering with the rules, and the fearless army of Heroic Souls sends out terrifying cries, as if they are being burned by a raging fire, and they struggle frantically one by one, until the dim green soul fire is extinguished!