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Thor stared in shock at the two people before him, his mind in complete disarray.
He remembered what his father, Odin, had said before he came...
That sister of yours is full of ambition, extremely savage. This time, your only job is to bring Mike Kent's son back. Don't let him meet with an accident and die at Hela's hands.
At first, Thor was completely stunned to hear he even had a sister.
He never knew he had a sister.
But after Odin finished explaining Hela's story, he fell silent.
She had conquered the Nine Realms with Odin, but because of later disagreements—when Odin had a change of heart and chose peace—Hela wanted to continue conquering the universe.
Thus, Odin personally sealed Hela, and she had remained so until now.
Today, when Odin sensed that someone had broken into Hela's place of sealing, he immediately checked and saw a great battle.
Upon seeing that one of the combatants was Erik, he immediately summoned Thor and sent him here to help Erik.
But upon arriving, Thor saw the scene currently before him.
Wasn't this supposed to be dangerous?
Wasn't it said that Erik might be killed by Hela?
What was going on with them embracing, looking like they were about to kiss just a second ago?
Thor stared at the scene, completely and utterly dumbfounded.
Erik also froze when he saw Thor.
This is Thor? He's on our side? Why did he have to come at this exact moment?
A flash of annoyance crossed Erik's eyes.
Hela glanced at Erik, who was right next to her, with shame and anger. She immediately looked at Thor, and her expression changed the moment she noticed the hammer, Mjolnir, in his hand.
"You are... Odin's son?"
"I am the Son of Odin, Thor, God of Thunder!" Thor replied, his expression strange. "So, you are Hela?"
Hela nodded, then her body stiffened.
Odin's son saw her in this state... doesn't that mean Odin knows?
At this thought, Hela cried out in shame and fury. A massive amount of dark green magic erupted from her body, shattering the metal chains binding her. She flung Erik away and charged rapidly at Thor.
Thor's expression changed.
This Hela is truly savage!
One second she was being intimate with Erik, and the next she was charging at him, full of killing intent.
Thor's eyes narrowed, and he threw Mjolnir without hesitation.
Mjolnir crackled with electricity, flying toward Hela with the force of a thunderbolt.
But facing the incoming hammer, Hela simply raised her hand and caught it.
The electricity on Mjolnir flashed twice, then quietly died out.
Thor stared in shock at this scene, his outstretched hand trembling slightly, trying to summon Mjolnir back.
But the hammer, like a dying fish, only twitched twice before falling still.
"That's impossible!" Thor cried out.
"Little cutie, you have no idea what 'possible' even means."
A cold arc formed on Hela's lips. She squeezed.
"Bang!"
Mjolnir instantly shattered. A blinding flash of electricity, accompanied by a thunderous, mournful roar, swept out in all directions.
Clatter, clatter!
It was like a crispy pastry crushed by hand...
Thor looked at the fragments of Mjolnir on the ground, his face pale. He then roared angrily at Hela, "You crazy woman!"
Hela snorted coldly. "Since you saw something you shouldn't have, death is your only way out today."
As the words left her mouth, Hela's brows subconsciously furrowed. Why did that sound so... awkward?
Erik was secretly pleased. Thor looked at the two in shock.
So there really is something going on between Erik and Hela!
But in this short amount of time, what on earth happened?
Thor was incredibly curious. But seeing Hela summon a sharp sword and charge at him, accelerating from slow to fast, Thor stepped back, flipped his hand, and a knife appeared in his grasp.
It was a knife that looked rectangular overall.
The blade was bright, its sharp edge glinted with a cold light, and mysterious runes flickered constantly on its surface.
He slashed down at the charging Hela. The sharp blade left a bright trace in front of him, and Hela's sword was easily cut in two.
Hela was completely unconcerned. As she let go of the broken hilt, a new sword instantly formed, thrusting up from below toward Thor's chest.
But...
"Ding!"
Another clear sound. A black pot appeared in Thor's hand, which he used to block the strike.
The pot was entirely black, but a cluster of flames burned at its bottom.
Whoosh!
The flames suddenly flared up, burning Hela's sword, and at the same time, Thor's knife chopped quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly toward Hela.
Hela flipped and jumped, dodging Thor's knife. At the same time, she waved her hand nonchalantly, and a series of black blades flew toward Thor.
Ding, ding, ding!
In a series of clangs, the blades were all blocked by Thor's flaming pot. The flames at the pot's bottom flared, seemingly turning into a fiery shield.
"What are these strange weapons?"
Hela murmured, a look of curiosity in her eyes. But before Thor could answer, she rushed him again.
Thor angrily swung the kitchen utensils in his hands, fighting Hela to a standstill.
For a time, the two were surprisingly evenly matched.
Hela found this somewhat incredible.
She could clearly feel that Thor had not yet truly awakened his own power, but he was still able to block her attacks. This...
She looked at Thor with a gaze that, in addition to anger, slowly showed a trace of appreciation.
But what she found strange was that she kept hearing Thor muttering weird phrases.
Things like "peel potatoes," "dice tomatoes," "chop spare ribs..."
And then: "steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast pullet, roast goose..."
Every time he changed the word, his attack pattern would change.
Hearing this over and over, she actually started to get a headache.
"Shut up!" Hela shouted coldly, her attacks growing even more ferocious.
Meanwhile, Erik, who was off to the side, had at some point stood up. He had even casually created a chair and was now sitting on it, contentedly watching the two fight.
This is their family business. It's not right for me to interfere. (He was absolutely not sulking because Thor had interrupted them earlier.)
However, he was still paying close attention to the fight.
One was an old friend, the other was the woman he had his eye on. It wouldn't be good if either of them got hurt...
...
At the same time, having already left Niflheim, Star-Lord and the Ravagers were flying through space. Looking at the planet not far away, the terror in their eyes had still not faded.
Too terrifying!
Magneto was terrifying, and that woman was even more terrifying!
If Magneto hadn't helped them at the end, they would have been completely wiped out by that woman.
In that case, did they actually owe Magneto their lives?
The Ravagers still wearing the metal collars looked at the metal on their necks, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
But when they saw Star-Lord and his group, their expressions instantly became uniformly furious.
If looks could kill, Star-Lord and his crew would have already been sliced to ribbons.
But even though these few were clearly terrified, they still put on an arrogant and indifferent facade.
"Ha! I'm warning you guys! We're friends with Magneto! If you dare to be disrespectful to us, Magneto will... Haha!"
Rocket shouted loudly, acting all fierce as if daring them to try something.
Looking at the group (who were like a fox borrowing the tiger's might), the Ravagers' teeth itched with hatred, but considering Magneto's power, they had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.
"Yondu!"
Spotting a figure in the crowd, Star-Lord roared and charged over.
The light of his Celestial power flickered on his body. Before Yondu could react, Star-Lord had grabbed him by the collar, pushed him back, and slammed him hard against the wall.
"Bang!"
With a thud, Yondu showed a bitter smile.
"Quill."
"Don't you call my name, you bastard! To think I trusted you so much, and you set a trap for me!"
"So what if I set a trap for you? How many times have you trapped me? Don't forget, I'm the one who raised you!"
"Yeah! You're the one who took me from Earth, forced me to leave my home, and turned me into a Ravager! I really f*cking thank you for that!"
The two of them, like two bulls, stared angrily at each other. But when Yondu saw the deep disappointment in Star-Lord's eyes, his lips quivered, and he said, "Listen to my explanation."
"Let him go!"
At that moment, the Ravagers aimed their weapons at Star-Lord.
Star-Lord angrily waved his hand. A large amount of Celestial power surged from his body, knocking those Ravagers back.
Seeing this, the Ravager captains' eyes narrowed, while the other Guardians of the Galaxy shouted, "Quill, don't be impulsive!"
Making a scene here wouldn't end well for anyone.
Looking at the furious Star-Lord, Yondu said quickly, "I didn't know Magneto could stop that many people. They promised me they wouldn't hurt you."
So, Yondu did it for him?
Star-Lord fell silent, and the hand gripping Yondu's chest unconsciously loosened.
"He cares a lot about you," Stakar Ogord, who had undone his merged form, walked to Star-Lord's side and said slowly.
"Cares about me? When I was little, he threatened to eat me."
Yondu's mouth twitched. "I was lying to you then."
"Lying? I trusted you so much, and you lied to me?" Star-Lord's eyes widened.
Yondu was speechless. "Isn't it normal to lie to kids? You were so annoying back then..."
"You're calling me annoying!" Star-Lord got even angrier.
Watching the two who were about to start bickering again, Stakar Ogord rubbed his forehead. He said to Star-Lord, "Tell Magneto that we owe him one. If there's anything he needs help with, just ask."
This wasn't a place to stay long; they planned to leave and regroup.
"Help?" Star-Lord muttered. "The best way you could help him is by giving him all your money."
Stakar Ogord's face twitched. He pretended not to hear and said to Star-Lord, "We're planning to leave. What about you guys? Are you going to wait for Magneto?"
Judging by the power Magneto displayed, he should have no problem protecting himself from that woman.
"No, I've already summoned powerful reinforcements!"
Rocket grinned, the ring hanging around his neck swinging gently. This was the real reason he had been so arrogant just now.
Star-Lord was surprised. "Mike is coming?"
"That's right!" Rocket said happily. "I've already received a clear confirmation."
A look of joy crossed Star-Lord's face. He said to Yondu and Stakar Ogord, "We'd better wait here."
"Who is Mike?" Yondu couldn't help but ask.
"A very strong person. Someone much stronger than Magneto and that woman."
Hearing this, all the Ravagers sucked in a cold breath in unison.
Stronger than those two? Just how strong would that be?
The thought had barely formed when the space in their midst was torn open, and a portal appeared before them.
"Where's Erik?"
Michael (Mike) stepped through the portal and asked Rocket. After seeing the surrounding Ravagers, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "How did you get involved with Ravagers?"
"We'll talk about that later. Erik is fighting over there right now."
Rocket pointed at the nearby Niflheim.
Michael (Mike) rubbed his chin and nodded. "Right. I'll go over there and take a look first. Hela... heh!"
He couldn't help but chuckle. A card quietly appeared at his fingertips.
The card dissolved into points of light, and Michael vanished in a single step.
Watching this, the Ravagers looked at the Guardians of the Galaxy, then at Stakar Ogord.
"What do we do next?" his wife, Aleta Ogord, asked in a low voice.
"Stay here!" Stakar Ogord said firmly. His eyes flickered. "Magneto saved us. We must repay this kindness."
"Of course..." He looked at the other Ravagers. "If anyone wants to leave, you can take other ships. I won't stop you."
As soon as he said this, the Ravagers all had different expressions, and they quickly made their choices.
At the same moment, in Niflheim.
Michael stepped into the wind and snow.
Before he could use Erik's communication ring to pinpoint his location, he saw a brilliant bolt of lightning descending from the sky.
Lightning? Is that Thor?
Makes sense. Hela is sealed in Niflheim; Odin must be monitoring it closely. A battle broke out, so sending Thor immediately is the normal reaction.
The only problem is, Thor might not be her match.
A series of thoughts flashed through Michael's mind. With a sonic boom, he instantly vanished, rushing toward the battle.
When he arrived at the battle site and looked down from above, he froze slightly.
What is this situation?
He saw Erik standing between Thor and Hela, using his abilities to block both of them.
Are they ganging up on my son?
No... doesn't look like it! Erik's expression didn't look like he was being ganged up on; rather, he looked like he was trying to break up a fight.
What is going on here?
Michael descended from the air, appearing next to Erik.
A trace of joy flashed in Erik's eyes; his father had arrived at the perfect time.
Just as he thought Michael would immediately help, he saw his father reach out and poke him on the forehead, asking in confusion, "What exactly are you doing?"
Erik: "..."
He looked at Michael, noticing the faint, mischievous smile in his father's eyes. His mouth twitched. "Dad, if you don't make a move soon, your son is going to be beaten to death."
"Let him die. I still have two more." Michael said, appearing extremely magnanimous.
Erik looked at his father with grief and indignation, shouting, "Stop playing around! Hurry up and help!"
Michael flicked him on the forehead. "My, my, you've grown bold. You dare to yell at me now."
Although he said this, Michael's hands moved quickly, pulling out two cards.
(End of this chapter)