**Chapter 295: Conquering Hela, Family Matters**
As Hela watched Tang Song, he lay on the leather sofa of his private jet, looking at her with a lazy posture.
He snapped his fingers, and a flight attendant on the private jet immediately pushed over a dining cart, respectfully presenting a transparent decanter filled with red wine and two crystal wine glasses.
The flight attendant, with her excellent figure, appearance, and temperament, leaned down carefully to pour the red wine from the decanter into the crystal wine glasses.
The flight attendant couldn't afford to be careless. Although she didn't know the price of this bottle of red wine, which had already been decanted, she knew that among the wines in the private jet's wine cabinet, the cheapest was no less than fifty thousand US dollars a bottle.
Soon, two glasses of red wine were presented to Tang Song and Hela. Under the lights of the private jet, the red wine in the wine glasses shimmered, like two beautiful pieces of craftsmanship.
"**King Odin** sealed you in **Helheim**. What is it like there? Is it like **Hell**, full of **Demons**, with daily slaughter and conflict? Very boring?"
Holding the wine glass, Tang Song didn't mention the **Church** and the **Heaven Dimension** again. Instead, he asked Hela about **Helheim** with some curiosity.
**Helheim** is also one of the **Nine Realms**, a place where, according to myths and legends, only the dead can enter.
In Norse myths and legends, the **Goddess of Death Hela** is the **Ruler** of **Helheim**, controlling the aging and disease of all things in the world.
The **Gate** of the **Underworld** is far from the **Mortal Realm**. To reach this place, one must pass through the **Gjöll River**. Over the river is a bridge suspended by a single hair, the **Gjallarbrú**. Those who cross the bridge must have their blood sucked dry by the **Bridge Guardian**, **Móðguðr**. The **Underworld** represents biting cold and deep darkness.
Unlike the myths and legends, in this **Marvel Universe**, **Hela** was sealed in **Helheim** by **Odin**.
"Heh, **Helheim**. That's the **Underworld** where the **Aesir** go after death. There are only dead souls without awareness or feeling. It's much more monotonous than **Hell**."
**Hela** shook the wine glass in front of her. As she brought the glass full of red wine to her lips, she said to **Tang Song**:
"But I think you'll like that place. If you remove this binding magic on my head, how about I give **Helheim** to you? Be the **Ruler** of a **World**!"
"**Ruler** of the **Death World**, that sounds quite interesting!"
**Tang Song** drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp. The flight attendant standing by quickly picked up the decanter and poured him the crimson liquid.
He picked up the wine glass, and with his left hand, lifted **Hela**'s fair chin, examining her defiant, proud, contemptuous, and angry gaze with interest.
**Hela** suddenly broke free from **Tang Song**'s hand, splashing the red wine in her hand towards **Tang Song**'s face.
The crimson liquid splashed in the air, but with a glance from **Tang Song**, the liquid seemed to enter slow motion, suspended in mid-air. Then, with a raised eyebrow from **Tang Song**, the liquid suddenly gathered into a water sphere and returned to **Hela**'s wine glass.
"Don't waste it. This bottle of wine is worth two million US dollars!"
**Tang Song** took the glass full of red wine from **Hela**'s hand, then pinched her chin and poured it down her throat as she struggled.
The crimson liquid flowed down the corner of **Hela**'s lips, to her collarbone, soaking...
"Cough, cough, cough," the **Goddess**, whose divine power was sealed, now acted no different from a normal woman being forced.
She bit her lip, looking at **Tang Song** resentfully: "What exactly do you want to do?"
**Tang Song** casually threw the empty glass in his hand onto the tray held by the flight attendant standing by. He leaned down to look at **Hela**, his shadow almost completely enveloping her at this moment.
"I think whether it's **Helheim** or **Hell**, there's a common rule: whoever has the biggest fist is the **Leader**!"
**Tang Song** extended a finger and lifted **Hela**'s chin. A faint black energy spread across **Hela**'s fair face, but as the crushed gold plum blossom markings on her forehead bloomed with golden radiance, this power of death was suppressed back into her body by the golden light.
"I heard **Odin** say that you have an **Army of the Dead** capable of conquering and fighting, and that you yourself are a qualified **Commander**!"
"I am the **King**, the **God King** of **Asgard**! **Odin**, that old man, he betrayed the agreement! When I conquered the **Nine Realms** for him, he said he would pass the throne to me! He betrayed me!"
**Tang Song** appreciated **Hela**'s angry and unwilling gaze.
"Hmm, truly a short-tempered **Goddess**. Unfortunately, **Odin** is about to enter Ragnarök. The souls of the **Aesir** who have awakened their divinity will return to **Yggdrasil**, not **Helheim**. There's no way for you to get your revenge."
**Hela**'s chin was held up by **Tang Song**, her eyes full of anger mixed with doubt:
"Even if **Odin** dies, I will return to **Asgard** and take back what belongs to me. Why are you stopping me?"
"Ha!"
**Tang Song** looked at **Hela** with a smile and said, "The **God King** of **Asgard**, you haven't forgotten, have you? I introduced myself to you. **Earth** is my exclusive territory. But the first thing you'll do when you become **King** of **Asgard** is to conquer the **Nine Realms**. As an **Enemy**, why do you think I should stop you?"
"Release me, and I can guarantee that I will never set foot in **Midgard** from now on!" **Hela** deeply hid her resentment in her heart, forcing out a smile on her face.
"Is that so?"
**Tang Song**'s finger traced upwards along **Hela**'s chin, stroking her cheek.
"Unfortunately, that condition isn't enough, **Your Highness Hela**. **Odin** has already betrothed you to me. You are mine!"
**Hela** tilted her head, avoiding **Tang Song**'s finger. She calmly spoke: "What do you want? I can give you ten times what **Odin** promised you!"
**Tang Song** withdrew his hand, took a paper towel from the flight attendant beside him, and carefully wiped his fingers.
"I want you. I have many talented people under me, but I lack a commanding marshal with extremely powerful strength. I think you're quite suitable!"
"Alright, as long as you release me and allow me to seize **Asgard**, I will serve you!"
**Hela** gritted her teeth and promised.
"Don't even think about **Asgard**. I have an agreement with **Odin**. **Asgard** belongs to **Thor**. Sigh, thinking about having to take care of my ignorant younger brother-in-law in the future gives me a bit of a headache!"
"You're playing with me!" **Hela** looked at **Tang Song**, who was rubbing his brow and acting like he had a headache, wishing she could tear him apart.
"As a **God**, your vision is too narrow. Your gaze shouldn't always be fixed on this small patch of land that is **Asgard**. Don't you like conquering? Follow me, and besides **Asgard** and **Earth**, you can conquer the entire **Universe** as you please!"
**Hela** looked at **Tang Song**, her eyes full of doubt and disdain.
"You don't believe me!" **Tang Song** looked at **Hela**, whose expression was strange, rubbed his brow, and after a few seconds, lightly coughed: "Then I'll give you two choices. One is that this golden hoop will forever seal your divine power, and you will honestly and obediently stay by my side as a tool. The second is that you become my commanding general, and in return, you will be one of my wives!"
"You are as shameless as **Odin**!" Is there a difference between these two choices? After hearing the two choices **Tang Song** gave, **Hela**'s face turned red with anger. She gritted her teeth and glared at **Tang Song**, saying fiercely.
**Tang Song** wore a gentle smile on his face: "Then, **Your Majesty**, which of these two choices do you choose?"
**Hela** glared at **Tang Song**, took a deep breath, and then said, "I am willing to help you lead troops in battle. Can you remove the magic restriction on me now?"
**Tang Song** waved his hand over **Hela**'s head, and the crushed gold plum blossom-like markings on her forehead instantly disappeared.
Feeling the surging divine power of death within her body, the first thing **Hela** did after the seal was lifted was to conjure up two black short blades, stabbing directly towards **Tang Song**'s heart.
Seeing the blades representing death stabbing towards him, **Tang Song** did not dodge or evade, allowing the blades of death to stab towards him.
Just as **Hela**'s short blades were about to touch **Tang Song**, a golden light suddenly appeared on her forehead. The golden light transformed into countless golden Sanskrit script. These Sanskrit script sarira/relic circled twice, condensing into a golden golden hoop that circled around **Hela**'s forehead.
The golden hoop landed on **Hela**'s forehead, transforming back into scattered golden plum blossom marks. As soon as the plum blossom marks appeared, they directly suppressed **Hela**'s surging power of death back into her body.
The black short blades conjured from **Hela**'s power of death lost their source of power and instantly disappeared along with it.
**Tang Song** grabbed **Hela**'s arm and pulled her into his embrace. **Hela** was restrained, unable to move her entire body, and could only lie on her back and watch with wide eyes as **Tang Song** extended his hand towards her.
Born as the eldest princess of **Asgard**, the decisive and ruthless **Goddess of Death** had only ever suffered a loss at **Odin**'s hands in her life. How could she endure this humiliation?
If looks could kill, **Tang Song** at this moment would probably already be riddled with holes all over his body.
However, contrary to **Hela**'s expectations, **Tang Song**'s hand stopped at her forehead, a tingling sensation as if he was stroking her forehead.
"Jin, Jin, Jin (tight, restriction, forbidden). Although they are merely three innate restrictions, the changes within are endless. Based on my current strength alone, even with the method of origin imprinting of the Golden Hoop Spell, I can only imitate three or four tenths!"
**Tang Song**'s finger stroked the crushed gold plum blossom marks on **Hela**'s head. These plum blossom marks on **Hela**'s head were from the Golden Hoop Binding Method of a **Great Buddhist Power** named **Golden Hoop Immortal** from the **Jambudvīpa World**. It was a type of divine ability and Taoist method that was between magic arts and magic treasure.
The genuine Golden Hoop technique, even if a Golden Immortal wore it, could not break free, their life and death in someone else's thought.
**Tang Song**'s Golden Hoop technique was a restriction divine ability simulated using the Reality Stone. With his current strength, he had already touched upon the boundary between immortals and mortals. With his profound Nascent Divinity cultivation base, it wasn't impossible to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the origin imprint of the **Jambudvīpa World**.
Those magic treasures that were previously untouchable, he could now also imitate one or two by relying on the ability of the Reality Stone, just like the Fan Tian Seal and this Golden Hoop technique.
And **Hela** was not the first victim of this Golden Hoop technique. **Tang Song** had already experimented with this Golden Hoop technique on **King Ghidorah** earlier. Although this Golden Hoop technique was a replica, it was not something that **Hela**, a Skyfather, could break free from.
"Swish!"
**Tang Song**'s palm stroked **Hela**'s forehead. As her face turned completely crimson, **Tang Song** withdrew his hand, returning to his gentle attitude.
He just lay back on the leather sofa, slightly lowering his gaze to look at **Hela** lying on his lap, and casually said, "A long time ago, I had a period of adventurous life. It was very exciting. During that period, I saw many things you can't imagine. Sometimes death is not the final destination. I've seen people extract the souls of their enemies and put them in a lamp to make them the wick, suffering the pain of raging fire every day.
I've also seen demonic beasts that transformed from fierce tigers, imprisoning the souls of those they killed as chang ghosts, enslaved by him for eternity.
Have you seen the method of refining weapons using souls? Using white bone as the shaft, human skin as the banner, flesh and blood as ink, sealing living souls within it to refine a demonic artifact.
A Skyfather level powerful one, a **Goddess** who wields death, should be able to refine a magic treasure no less than the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade.
Or I can refine you into a puppet, a Skyfather level puppet. I believe it can fully utilize your value!"
**Tang Song**'s eyes were full of gentle smiles. His hand roamed over **Hela**'s body. Although his palm was clearly warm, **Hela** felt her body hair stand on end in the places he touched.
"You think this can scare me? Didn't **Odin** tell you my identity? I am the **Goddess of Death** who rules over the **Aesir**. The dead souls I command are ten million times more numerous than the living people you've seen..."
**Hela** fearlessly looked directly at **Tang Song**. Their gazes clashed, and all **Hela** saw in **Tang Song**'s eyes was a gentle smile.
"What do you want to do?"
"Rip!"
The haute couture long dress handmade by an **Italy** tailor turned into pieces of torn cloth strips.
"Ah!"
"Hmm!?"
"I want to be the **King** of the **Nine Realms**!" (Panting sound)
"Except for **Asgard** and **Earth**, any territory you conquer will be yours!"
"Is this your betrothal gift? I want **Asgard**! I only want **Asgard**!"
"Hiss hiss, I have already promised **Odin**. **Asgard** belongs to your younger brother. I cannot break my promise, otherwise it will affect my state of mind! Hiss hiss hiss ah—However, the **Asgard** in this **Universe** cannot be given to you. You can deal with **Asgard** in other **Universes** as you please!"
"**Multiverse**?"
"**Multiverse**! I have planted some seeds, and they will sprout one day! The capacity of one **Universe** can only support one Golden Immortal. I need more cultivation resources. You are the **Knight** who will expand territory for me!"
"Golden Immortal?"
"According to the way you **Aesir** put it, that is a single **Universe** level powerful one!"
"Then remove the magic restriction on me!"
"That won't do. Taming a fierce steed cannot be without reins!"
"Hiss! Bite lighter. If you bite it badly, you'll be a widow!"
On the private jet, **Hela**, who had changed into a black long dress, could not hide the flush on her face.
**Tang Song** was half-lying on the sofa, playing with a jade box in his hand. Inside the pitch black jade box, it was unclear if the color was from the jade itself or the color difference caused by the flow of the black mysterious yin energy flow inside.
"It seems my physique still needs to be strengthened, but my cultivation base has reached Nascent Divinity. Cultivating the Nine Cycles Profound Cultivation Method is still lacking some refinement, but it meets the basic requirements for cultivating the Eight Nine Arcane Art!" **Tang Song** was calculating his own little thoughts in his heart when.
**Hela** suddenly placed her fair bare feet on **Tang Song**'s lap and asked a question: "If I refuse you, will you refine me into a puppet, or refine me into the kind of 'magic treasure' you mentioned?"
**Boss Tang**, whose heart was as still as water, reached out and grabbed **Hela**'s foot, just as he was about to brush it off.
"Caw caw!"
A strange cry sounded outside the airplane window.
**Hela** and **Tang Song** turned their heads and saw a beautiful raven with black feathers and golden eyes outside the airplane window, flapping its wings and flying towards them.
When its beak touched the protective glass of the airplane window, a layer of water ripple appeared on the protective glass. It went straight through the protective glass of the private jet and landed on the table in front of **Tang Song**, leisurely preening the feathers on its body with its beak.
"**Muninn**!"
A hint of disgust flashed in **Hela**'s eyes when she saw the raven.
This was one of **Odin**'s two personal ravens, representing his authority/might as **God King**. They also represented **Odin**'s gaze. They would fly across the skies of the **Nine Kingdoms**, informing **Odin** of everything that happened within the territory of **Yggdrasil**.
The raven **Muninn** looked back at **Hela**, then turned back to stare at **Tang Song**, who was lying on the sofa, a hint of hesitation flashing in its eyes.
"**Your Highness Hela**, it's really been a long time since we last met. You are still so beautiful!"
The raven **Muninn** hesitated for a moment, but still took the initiative to greet **Hela** first. As for **Hela**'s indifferent expression, it pretended not to see it.
As an **Elder** who had followed **Odin** for thousands of years, **Hela**'s existence was a taboo in **Asgard**. For it, this was not a secret, but a personal experience.
It could be said that, just like **Thor**, it watched them grow up since they were young. Unfortunately! Sigh!
**Tang Song** leaned back on the sofa, a playful smile on his face: "**Muninn**, does **King Odin** have any instructions?"
The raven **Muninn** opened its mouth, "**Mr. Tang**, the **God King** asked me to convey to you that the war situation between the **Nine Realms** and the **Heaven Dimension** is not optimistic. What we need is to drag those locusts from the **Heaven Dimension** onto the **Nine Realms battlefield**, instead of letting them march straight into the **Nine Realms**."
"Can the **Nine Realms** not hold on?" **Tang Song** asked.
"The number of those locusts from the **Heaven Dimension** is simply too large, but for the **Warriors** of the **Nine Realms**, one less is lost for each one who dies! If this drags on, the **God King** is worried that internal strife will occur in the **Nine Realms**."
"A few days ago, **Heimdall**'s **Ruler** **Laufey** personally came to the **Golden Palace**, wanting to take back the Casket of Ancient Winters to use on the **Nine Realms battlefield**. The **God King** asked me to ask you whether he should be given it!"
The raven told **Tang Song** the situation on the **Nine Realms battlefield** one by one.
Fighting against these **Angels** who were treated as bio-weapons, even if one could hold off a hundred, or exchange one for a thousand, for the **Nine Realms**, it was still an unacceptable loss.
But in **Tang Song** and **Odin**'s plan, they needed to hold them back on the **Nine Realms battlefield** to lure out more of the **Angelic Legion** from the **Heaven Dimension**, so they could march straight in!
**Hela** didn't want to see this annoying raven, so she turned her head to look at the clouds outside the airplane window. Her eyes casually glanced, and she found that this **Muninn** had been secretly peeking at her.
**Hela** didn't quite understand at first, but suddenly, a flash of inspiration, reinforcements?
"So, **Odin** wants my **Army of the Dead** to go into battle? No wonder he released me at this time!"
"Heh."
**Hela** turned her head back, staring at the raven before her with a look of disgust, and said mockingly: "Where are **Odin**'s proud **Female warriors**? Where is his **Valhalla**? And those **Berserkers**, where are they?"
"Who does **Odin** think he is?"
**Hela** said with a cold laugh:
"He's just a faithless bastard (scoundrel). He broke the agreement between us.
"As a **Father**, a cold-blooded, cruel **Father**, for authority (power), he personally struck his own daughter down into the dust!"
"Now **Asgard** has encountered a powerful **Enemy**, has he thought of his daughter again? **Odin**, it's truly a terrible thing to be your child—!"
"Enough!!"
The raven **Muninn** let out a roaring voice. It was an aged and authoritative voice that didn't belong to it.
"Are you angry? Hehe."
**Hela** fearlessly stood up, stepping barefoot onto the private jet's small cashmere carpet, directly facing the phantom of the **God King** reflected in the raven's eyes.
(end of chapter)