Over in New Asgard, the battle is almost over.
Rorschach was still holding Tire’s head in his hand, and his expression under the hood was very calm.
Thor's expression was somewhat unswerving, while Hela smiled softly.
Rorschach has some lightning scars on his body, but this is nothing.
The only place that made him feel pain was the meat cleaver embedded in his back.
 In the previous battle, Rorschach faced the hammer in Thor's hand very seriously, and by the way, he ensured that Tyr's head in his hand would not be destroyed.
But he didn't expect that in just one moment of turning around, the butcher's cleaver cut into his back under Thor's control.
This is not the fighting technique of barbarians, so Rorschach was careless.
 Fortunately, Rorschach, who has become the Archangel of Justice (small half), can still bear this shock.
 “Let go of my brother, now.”
Thor held the Son of Odin in his hand and said to Rorschach.
 The muscles on his face were quite calm, not distorted by emotions such as anger.
The hand with the hammer kept shaking, as if it was about to rush up and give Rorschach a hard blow at any time.
Hela was still smiling. Her brother had the spirit of a true Asgardian king, which made her happy.
 Happiness and anger will not show up easily on your face. This is a necessary skill for the king of Asgard.
 This way, the truth will not be easily seen through.
What makes Hela even happier is that Tyr is finished, and those unlucky guys controlled by fear are almost hopeless.
 There is no better situation for Hela than this.
 All the nasty people are dead, and that’s worth celebrating.
 Hela even wanted to have a party.
 “No one is right, but justice is unwavering.”
Rorschach said this.
 The body turned into a faint blue mist and disappeared.
The butcher's butcher's knife fell to the ground and got stuck in the ground without making any residue.
The sound of wind caused by the Hammer of Judgment came, whizzing towards Thor's head.
That posture, in which Thor would probably be able to say goodbye to his body if hit, is a bit scary.
Rorschach did not use the nut hammer this time, maybe he was tired of the nut hammer weapon.
Justice cannot tolerate slander, and naturally it will not compromise.
 And the truth that "justice" must prevail is always very loud!
Hela threw the somewhat damaged Mjolnir out and hit the Hammer of Judgment.
Mjolnir's hammer was directly turned into debris in a collision, and continued to move towards Thor with the strength of the Hammer of Judgment.
 Just like this, Thor got a little gap. Although he didn't have time to dodge, it was enough for him to block.
Thor held up the Son of Odin in his hand and stood in front of the Hammer of Judgment. Noisy noises and shock waves were heard.
  The collision of heavy weapons is simply a test of human endurance.
That kind of movement is more noisy and disorderly than the sound of a stamping machine, and the sudden and sudden roar makes people feel sick.
 Thor's body flashed with lightning, and the power of Odin hidden in his body was finally fully activated!
Although even Odin cannot defeat the Archangel of Justice, the premise is that the Archangel of Justice is Tyrael and not Rorschach.
 So this attack is evenly divided!
Thor took a few steps back, and his eyes were filled with bursts of thunder. Plasma lingered on the warhammer in his hand, dripping on the ground, turning the ground into scorched black.
Hela's expression was a little strange, and her eyes were focused on the Son of Odin.
The aura of the hammer is almost the same as that of Thor at this time.
This is what moved her.
How did that old guy do it? Can the power of Odin be inherited into this hammer? Or is this hammer brother more in line with his ideas than Thor?
Or is the old guy planning to turn himself into such a dead thing so that he can continue to use Thor to control Asgard? 】
Hela secretly slandered her father and created a scheming Odin.
Then he stretched out his finger and poked Thor gently.
“Brother, are you going to fight that guy here to the death? Those Asgardians may still be saved.”
 Hela lied.
The lives of those Asgardians may still be saved, but they will never be what they were before.
 Being corrupted by the devil of hell is irreversible.
Hila can already see this kind of thing.
Even an angel like Yizuel can't even tell his own race at this time.
These Asgardians may become demons or something like that.
However, Thor didn't think so. Holding the hammer tightly in his hand, he glanced at Rorschach.
 Then bully yourself!
 For him, the latter is more important than protecting his tribe and defeating his enemies.
  As for his tribe, he is accustomed to relying on others for help.
 It used to be Odin, now it’s Hela.
Loki's name may be added in the future, as long as the incident about Loki killing human beings gets a good result.
 Thor told Hela his choice through actions, and Hela's smile became even brighter.
“What a troublesome brother, but do you plan to make me the queen of Asgard?”
Hela complained sweetly while walking to the side of the tribesmen.
Becoming a queen was just a joke, but taking revenge under Thor's eyes filled her heart with excitement.
Among the Asgardians, only those who were born after Hela disappeared will survive. Whether they will become demons or something after that will be Thor's problem.
Those guys from the older generation will not be rescued by Hela.
 She is also a small-minded person.
Not far from here, the agents left behind by SHIELD are watching.
They tried to explore the previous changes, but under Tyr's tough attitude, all these agents could do was submit reports.
Even the guy sitting in the White House is not qualified to launch a civilized war with a foreign country.
 But what can the poor agent do?
 Charge forward with a small pistol?
 Stop making trouble, these guys are not guys wearing black suits without fingerprints, nor do they have advanced equipment in their hands that can modify their memory by flashing it at others.
 What’s even worse is that now they can’t contact their direct leaders.
By the way, one of their two direct leaders is named Natasha, nicknamed Black Widow.
 The other one is Colson, who has yet to have his own nickname on the road.
The two black widows were watching the excitement on the sacred mountain of Harrogas, mentally assessing Sonya in the distance.
Colson, on the other hand, was sitting in the lounge, holding a cup of coffee and sniffing it gently.
Dr. Stern was sitting in front of Colson drinking coffee, so he had to use the smell of coffee to suppress the stench that filled the room.
 “You’re not feeling well yet?”
Colson shouted at the top of his lungs, looking up at the closed door of the laboratory and urging.
To be continued...