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Legend has it that the Asgardian protoss is "immortal."

Their bodies can be destroyed, but their souls will be taken into a sparkling golden palace - Valhalla.

Valhalla is the paradise of the Æsir, also known as the Hall of Valor. It is a magnificent palace located in the divine kingdom of Asgard that cannot be touched in the material dimension.

Not only the heroic souls of the Asa clan will return here after death.

In mythology, all the mortal heroes and kings who believed in the God King Odin were able to win his recognition with their bravery and sacrifice. After being admitted to Valhalla by the Valkyrie riding a Pegasus, they drank fine wine with the heroes of the past and obtained Another form of immortality.

The god-king Odin Poulson, who conquered the nine kingdoms and brought the Asir clan to its peak, left no remains behind.

He turned into tiny golden particles of light, drifted and disappeared with the sea breeze of the God's Realm in the arms of Queen Frigga.

At the funeral seven days ago, Odin's armor and clothes were placed on a primitive canoe and flowed along the ocean of Asgard to the endless stars.

In the Golden Palace of God's Domain, the two brothers Thor and Loki stand under the throne of the King of Gods.

There are only seven or eight high-status warriors left in the God's Domain Legion in the main hall. The elders of the God Clan are separated on both sides. The goddess Sif stands at the front. The originally severed right arm is covered by a dark silver raven. Lu magic metal arms were replaced, and a long sword was straddled diagonally at the waist.

Queen Frigga stood next to the vacant throne, her fingertips caressing the dark golden armrests, her eyes calm. The eternal spear "Gangnir", which is always in Odin's hand, stands straight to the side.

"The throne of Asgard cannot remain vacant for a long time. His Highness Thor Odinson, the eldest son of the God King, the orthodox heir of the Asgard and the nine kingdoms, it is time to take over the position of the King of the Gods."

A white-haired old man in a flaxen robe looked up at Thor, the god of thunder who was holding a hammer without saying a word, and glanced vaguely at the second prince Loki, who was leaning slightly to the other side.

The old man pondered for a moment, and sighed secretly in his heart. Just when he was about to speak out again, Thor suddenly took off the flying silver helmet he was wearing with a heavy breath, and threw it on the steps with a clang.

"If a king is not wise and mighty, wise and magnanimous, he cannot lead his compatriots and country on a more magnificent path. But at least he should protect his relatives and the safety of the people under his rule."

After the "Three Warriors of Asgard" were killed in battle, apart from Loki, the deceitful god, Sif, the goddess who had the closest relationship with Thor and understood him best, suddenly felt a sinking heart.

She watched Thor step down the golden steps with heavy steps, and walked silently in front of several representatives of the Divine Realm legions and people. The dirty golden beard on his face had not been trimmed for a long time, and it was messy and tangled. .

".These are the things that a king should do, but I haven't been able to do any of them. Even if it weren't for my insistence on going to Midgard to provoke powerful enemies, my father would still be sitting up there looking at us at this moment."

Sif and the old man both moved forward, trying to comfort and comfort Thor, but before they could say anything, Mjolnir was suddenly raised and crossed in front of Thor, signaling the two of them to stop.

"I don't have the qualities and wisdom to be a king. I'm just a reckless warrior. I'm not strong enough as a warrior. Loki is more suitable to succeed the throne of Asgard than me."

Thor turned back to look at his younger brother above him. He held "Mjolnir" in his right hand and pressed lightly on his left chest. He slightly lowered his head and nodded in greeting.

"Loki Odinson, as long as you can lead Asgard to its glory, and as long as you can avenge your father on the humans of Midgard, my war hammer will be wielded for you."

"No - no."

Just as Loki's fair and handsome face moved slightly, a voice that did not come from Sif or other Thor supporters sounded calmly beside the throne.

Everyone in the Golden Palace hall turned their attention to the Queen Frigga who was wearing a simple and elegant dress.

The widow of God King Odin didn't say a word from the beginning when she arrived at the palace. After hearing her mother's sudden voice, Loki's face flushed and he pursed his lips tightly, looking at Frigga like he was being despised. child.

"Loki, my son, you should know that your destiny is not here."

The Queen walked slowly to Loki, reached out her hand and caressed his cheek, whispering softly as usual.

"My destiny. Mother, even you - what does Odin think of me! Who am I!"

Loki thumped the armor on his chest heavily, his eyes filled with crimson little by little, his sharp roar resounded throughout the vast halls of the Golden Palace, and his eyes looking at "mother" Frigga were full of disappointment.

"You are an abandoned baby found on the battlefield after Odin conquered Jotunheim and defeated the Frost Giant King Laufei. Your bloodline comes from the ice giant royal family and you are Laufei's child, but your innate development is not What a loss."

Every word the Queen said made Loki's body tremble more violently. Frigga understood that the eyes of her adopted son, whom she regarded as her own, seemed to be begging her not to say any more.

".He brought you back to Asgard and used the power of the divine realm to heal your body. Your bloodline of the ice giant appeared bit by bit and was hidden, and you became our son."

Absolute silence shrouded the majestic palace, whether it was Thor or the god generals below. When the family secrets of God King Odin were revealed by Frigga herself, only a pair of dull faces with wide eyebrows and eyes were left. of silence.

"Hey! Hey hey."

The sudden burst of high-pitched laughter broke the silent air pressure bit by bit. Loki slightly bowed his body and kept shaking his shoulders, and his laughter became more and more wanton and even crazy.

"The lost abandoned baby! The abandoned baby that Odin picked up on the battlefield with infinite tolerance and compassion? Ha! I'm just a hostage that the wise King of the Gods took from the ice giant, and I'm raising him in this palace to wait for him. Could come in handy one day!”

"Loki, Odin and I have treated you as our own son every day we raised you. We-"

"Then why did He never mention it! Even if he showed a hint of recognition for me, he thought I was qualified to inherit the throne!"

Loki interrupted Frigga's words angrily. The blue and black meridians on his neck and face bulged, and dark bruises slowly spread on the fair skin.

Thor stepped up the stairs in two steps, and stood firmly between Loki and his mother Frigga with his big hand, pushing the increasingly unstable "brother" back a few steps.

"You! My brother, although you only think about hammer swinging and drinking, at least you have self-knowledge and know that you are not worthy of being the king of Asgard. But even so, none of you agree that I am qualified to be on this throne. Chair, hey! Not to mention now, even if I am Odin's biological son, will you support me!"

Loki glanced down with eyes wide open. He pushed Thor a few times but stumbled back. After Odin's soul returned to the Hall of Valor, Frigga's eyes once again shone with tears and she spoke. He explained sincerely:

"Both of you brothers are born to be kings. One will inherit Asgard, and the other will return to Jotunheim to inherit the throne of the Ice Giant. With your emotions and bonds maintained, the God's Domain and Jotunheim will truly usher in peace. This is your father’s original intention.”

While there was a quarrel in the Golden Palace, Heimdall, who was dark-skinned and holding a sword, walked slowly on the Rainbow Bridge.

His long braids were hanging loosely, and his eyes were covered by a horizontal scar. Although he could not see, his body was not stooped, and he walked straight into the throne palace.

boom!

The key to the Rainbow Bridge and the divine sword "Bultesteel" were suddenly thrown towards the center of the dome mural of the Golden Palace. Everyone present was horrified by Heimdall's sudden action and stopped arguing for a moment to look at The gatekeeper of God's Domain standing indifferently behind.

"The defender of Asgard and the opener of the Rainbow Bridge are only loyal to the king and should not intervene in the struggle for royal power."

Although Heimdall was still moving normally and could not tell that his eyes were missing, he could not find the target of his gaze when speaking. He faced the vacant throne and continued in a solemn voice:

"But now is no longer the time for you to argue about who owns the throne. Although my eyes are no longer visible, I still have some ability to sense the nine kingdoms. She is back, and she called me."

Crack, bang, bang, bang.

The divine sword thrown by Heimdall pierced the center of the mural on the dome. Spider-web-like cracks spread quickly along the blade, and soon filled the entire mural about Odin and the history of the divine realm. A magnificent picture.

"Bultsteel" screamed and fell back into Heimdall's hand, and then pieces of murals fell down, and fragments fell all over the hall.

Thor, Loki, and even Queen Frigga looked upward, their eyes gradually changing from confusion to horror.

Hidden under the original mural, an ancient picture scroll with blood, flames, and dark weapons as the main colors came into view.

It is full of the most primitive killings and conquests, blood flowing, and ferocious patterns of mountains and rivers changing colors. In particular, a stern female figure riding a giant wolf and wearing a ferocious horned helmet is particularly eye-catching.

She was almost always with Odin in his prime, charging into the lands of the Nine Realms, even holding something in her hand.

Thor subconsciously glanced at the "Mjolnir" Thor's hammer in his palm, and he began to wonder if his father had ever forged a similar hammer.

It's like looking at a lover who has buried his "love history" deeply in the past, but suddenly reveals the past after knowing each other for many years.

“‘Goddess of Death’ Hela Odinson, Odin’s eldest daughter and his first child.”

Heimdall's silent voice seemed to be mocking the brothers Thor and Loki who had just argued about birth and adoption. Even Odin's wife Frigga, who had been with Odin for thousands of years, was filled with confusion and astonishment, holding on to the dark gold throne. The back of the chair bit his lower lip.

"My king Odin has experienced far more years than the average Asa clan can imagine. Among the gods still alive in the divine domain, I am the only one who knows about the existence of Hela. She was sealed by the god king himself, and even relied on Only after the entire Valkyrie Legion was destroyed did she gain the opportunity, once she——"

The Immortal Palace gatekeeper's words suddenly stopped. Heimdall lowered his head slowly, turned around with stiff movements and looked at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, and propped himself up with the sword.

"call!"

As Hela's heaving chest deeply inhaled the breath of Asgard, her broken black and green armor suddenly became intact.

The pale complexion of the Death Goddess became visibly moistened to the naked eye. Two wisps of dark green shoulder wind floated out from behind her. As her hands gathered her long black hair, a black-horned battle helmet wrapped around her head appeared. .

"Well, I still miss the era when the palace of the God King was built with black stone and rough gold and iron. The way it looks now is, hehe, gaudy."

Hela swayed and stepped forward. Although her steps were slow, her speed was strangely fast. It seemed that she had reached the door of the Golden Palace in just a few steps.

Along the way, she saw the withering Asa realm without the majestic legions that roared like mountains and tsunamis in the past. The boots under her feet trembled on the golden floor tiles of the palace, as if playing the drums of King's Landing.

"Heimdall, you are really blind, but are you also deaf? Can't you hear the king you are supposed to swear allegiance to is calling you!"

As Hela spoke, she walked a few steps from the gate, got close to Heimdall, and looked at his ruined eyes carefully. It seemed that Heimdall was the only one in this palace worthy of ordering Hai. Pull face to face.

"Your Highness Hela, you have long since been deprived of all qualifications and status to inherit the kingship of the divine realm by the God King, and have been driven away by eternal exile. I have no obligation to respond to your call."

"Hmph! Boring, you are still as rigid as those dirty dwarves. Why don't you introduce me to them? I heard that these two are my biological brothers?"

In the still and oppressive palace, Thor unconsciously tightened his grip on the hammer: "You——"

"Kneel down. Kneel down and talk to me, all of you."

Hela held her waist with a noble hand and fiddled with her nails without taking a closer look at Thor. She just stared at the ring-shaped throne belonging to Odin, with nothing else in her eyes.

"Damn it!" "What do you want?"

Thor and Loki said "greetings" to Hela almost at the same time. The goddess of death looked at the two brothers interestingly, pointed at Loki with a sneer and said:

"Well~ you are more like Him."

After speaking, Hela walked between the two of them and walked up the stairs to the throne. When she passed Queen Frigga, she narrowed her eyes and took a deep look, and sat on the throne leisurely.

"What do you want? It's very simple. I, the 'Goddess of Death' Hela, will lead the Asgard protoss to regain the glory of the supreme fairy palace, so that you trash can be bullied by mortals take a good look! The real king , what kind of courage and power should true conquest be!"

Buzz!

As soon as Hela finished speaking, she rushed towards Thor and spread her fingers. "Mjolnir" only struggled in Thor's palm for a moment and then suddenly flew into Hela's hand, and was firmly held by a pair of slender hands. Hold on.

Loki knew that the atmosphere or emotion at the moment was serious enough, but when he looked at his brother Thor's dull face, he couldn't help but curled his lips and held back the laughter that was on his lips.

He held it back forcefully.

Sorry for the late update. I just returned to Shanghai in the past two days and have a lot of things to do. I came back from work and tried hard to write but I couldn't make up the time.