Thor froze in place as a statue, his eyes full of disbelief, and Mjörnir crumbled in Hela's palm, and the metal warhammer, which had been given the power of thunder by Odin and had defeated countless powerful enemies, was directly torn apart, turning into a pile of scrap metal and falling to the ground.

Because of his prowess, Thor was worshipped by Asgard as the god of thunder and strength, the strongest warrior of the Aesir gods, and Mjörnir was a symbol of supreme glory, representing great military exploits and Odin's commendation.

Now that the hammer of Thor had been crushed by Hela, Thor suddenly felt as if a piece was missing from his heart, as if the power of thunder in his body had ceased to exist with the shattering and destruction of Mjernir.

Hela clapped her hands disapprovingly, her strength comes from Asgard, even if Odin is resurrected, she may not be able to stop herself now, not to mention Thor, whose strength is far inferior to her father.

The dwarven king Attri's triumph, the indestructible Mjörnir, is nothing in the eyes of the goddess of death, and the only thing that the whole of Asgard can hurt her may be Odin's eternal scepter, which is a symbol of the king's power, also forged by the dwarven clan, engraved with the rune script, enough to penetrate all things in the world, extremely powerful.

However, the spear, also known as "Kungunir", the first artifact of Asgard, had long been buried in the Dark Universe with Odin.

"When I led the Asgardian legions in the Nine Realms, Thor, you weren't even born...... Challenge me, and there is no use for anything but to prove your own courage and stupidity. ”

Hela slowly descended the steps, and the Asgardian warriors in the wide courtyard retreated like a tidal wave, their eyes filled with fear and panic.

This black-haired woman, who calls herself the goddess of death, has already shown everyone her powerful force and ruthless methods.

After Odin returned to the embrace of darkness, Thor's warhammer was crushed, and who else could stop her?

"Why, still unwilling to give in to me?"

Hela stared at Thor, who had been hit hard, and she didn't mind being a little more patient with her brother, who didn't know what to do.

"I've got to know you, Thor. You are the most powerful warrior in Asgard, and you have a reputation for being brave and combative, and you are more admired than my other brother, Loki. ”

"It is said that after the Rainbow Bridge broke, it was you who led the Asgardian Legion to quell the chaos in the Nine Kingdoms, and when the Dark Elves woke up, it was you who stood up to stop Malekith...... Thor, you're just like me! Born for war and conquest! ”

Hela Yaoyao stretched out her hand, a smile appeared on her cold face, and said softly, "Come on, stand by my side." You are qualified to rule Asgard with me, to fight for me, and to conquer civilization after civilization! ”

Thor opened his mouth, his handsome and brave face filled with hesitation, and the successive blows that followed made him a little overwhelmed.

His inner adored father Odin is no longer in this world, his mother Frigga died in the invasion of the Mad Titans, and his younger brother Loki does not know where to live in the universe.

If I had to compare life to anything, Thor would obviously be a coffee table full of cups.

Looking at his empty hands, Thor's heart was full of confusion, his father's kind face came to mind, and the majestic voice of the King of Asgard seemed to echo in his ears—

"You are destined to become the king of Asgard and lead your people to a good peace, this is your birthright mission and responsibility!"

Wisps of electric light lingered in his palms, and Thor jerked his head up, his confused eyes filled with thunder, revealing a fierce meaning.

"I'm still the same answer, please forgive me for not being able to do it."

"Stupid people are always stubborn."

Hela shook her head helplessly, and the pitch-black sword hummed and vibrated like a black lightning bolt stabbing out!

Despite the loss of Myornir, Thor did not intend to rest on his laurels, avoiding the lightning swiftness of his pitch-black sword, snatching a spear from the guards behind him, and striding towards Hela like a fearless Spartan.

"Father said that a wise monarch never takes the initiative to provoke a war—"

Thor soared into the air, wielding his spear and swooping down like a falcon!

"But he must also be ready to fight!"

Hela shook the thorn-like black crown of her head, and her two pitch-black swords parryed the spears that she had struggled to stab, and her expression was relaxed.

She had single-handedly destroyed Asgard's Valkyrie legions, far inferior to Thor in terms of combat experience.

"Your movements are so obvious that even the blind can see it!"

The sword slashed like lightning through Thor's chest, slicing open a bloody wound deep into the bone.

Hela walked gracefully, as if she was wandering in the midst of a grand royal ball, with a calm and indifferent posture.

Her younger brother is like a reckless man who can only roar, and his fighting style is rough and simple, if he encounters an opponent of equal strength, he may be able to rely on his ability to become more and more courageous, and finally win by his own bravery.

But this time Thor met Hela, the treacherous and ruthless goddess of death, and the sudden attack in front of her only seemed clumsy, and without the blessing of Mjernier's power, Thor quickly fell into a disadvantage, staggering left and right, barely holding the situation.

"I really don't know what Odin thinks, he actually thinks that you are better than me, more suitable to be a king......"

With resentment in her eyes, Hela slices Thor's right leg with a sword, then knocks him to the ground with a flip of her palm.

"Are you unique? Amusing! ”

The black thorny crown dissipated into long, vertical hair, and Hela stepped on Thor's head, pushing her opponent's strong body against the hard steps.

"Let me tell you the difference between you and me, I am the eldest daughter of Odin, the first in line to the throne, the queen of Asgard! And you...... Nothing! ”

Boom!

With a dull sound, Thor was kicked and smashed to the ground like a punching bag.

His Royal Highness, the prince who is usually worshipped as the god of war by the Asgardians, has no power to fight back at all, and can only passively withstand the fierce attack.

Hela looked at Thor struggling to get up in disgust, and the pitch-black sword was raised high, and then slashed down with a merciless swing!

A scream of pain rang out, and the world in front of Thor suddenly darkened, blood spilling out of his eye sockets, soaking half of his face!

Blinded in one eye by Hela, and with intense pain hitting his brain, Thor fell to his knees, gasping for breath, ready for death.

"Since Odin likes you so much, then I'll just send you to see him."

Hela's tone was languid, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Blood and family affection don't occupy much weight in her heart.

The pitch-black blade was raised high, and just as he was about to deliver the final blow to Thor, a tide of dark matter energy suddenly burst out, and a brilliant pillar of light enveloped Thor who fell to his knees.

Hela looked angrily in the direction of the Rainbow Bridge, and Heimdall, who had left without permission, held the big sword in both hands, and at his feet was the unconscious Skorch, the gatekeeper of Asgard, who saved Thor from a thread of danger at a critical moment.

"I can only help you get here."

Heimdall sighed, and the surging energy flooded Thor's figure, and a huge pillar of light that tore through the space soared into the sky, as if it penetrated the nine star fields!

When the dazzling light was dimmed and Thor's trace was lost in the center of the courtyard, Hela sneered at the gathered Asgardian legions, the green cloak hunting and flying, and an endless array of pitch-black swords appeared behind her.

Next, it's a feast of death!