Kryptonian: Man of Steel

Hela heard a sneer at the corner of her mouth. In that smile was a hint of regret for Odin's death, but also a regret for not being able to take revenge personally.

"Really, that's really a pity."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, as if she no longer expected anything.

"And what's your name?"

She asked next, as if she was not very familiar with the sudden appearance of her younger brother, or was deliberately provoking him.

"Thor."

Thor answered firmly and forcefully. Although his heart was already turbulent, he knew that at this moment, he represented Asgard, justice and light. He clenched his fists, trying to resist the urge to fight Hela to the death immediately.

However, Hela seemed not to let him go easily.

"Thor, I can't understand how Odin could give birth to a stupid son like you."

There was obvious contempt and disdain in her words. She gently ran her hands through her long hair, and her ferocious horn headdress looked even more terrifying under the light of lightning.

Her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, directly hitting the deepest pain in Sol's heart.

"Or do you mean that you don't want to accept that you have fallen from the first heir to the throne to the second?"

Under the cloudy sky with roaring thunder, the confrontation between Thor and Hela seemed to be the most intense collision between heaven and earth.

Thor is now standing at the crossroads of Asgard's destiny, and his heart is filled with complex and profound emotions for his sister Hela - anger, disappointment, confusion, and a trace of imperceptible sadness.

His clenched fists trembled slightly from the excessive concentration of strength, as if even the air was shaking under his anger.

"I have never seen a crown prince talk about the right to inherit the throne!"

Thor's roar resounded through the sky like thunder. His voice was not only filled with anger at Hela's behavior, but also unwillingness to be misunderstood.

In his heart, the throne has never been a goal, but a symbol of responsibility and sacrifice. He knew very well that becoming a king meant giving up his personal freedom and dreams and taking on the heavy responsibility of protecting the entire Asgard.

But Hela, this sister whom she had never met or heard of, regarded power and status as everything, which made Thor feel sad and disappointed.

When Hela heard this, not only did she not flinch at all, but she smiled even more wildly. It was a twisted smile that was extremely thirsty for power.

"Everyone has a good word to say,"

She sneered in response.

"You said that I talk about the throne and am an ambitious person. What about you? Don't say that you have no interest in the throne?"

Hela's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Thor's heart.

She attempts to uncover the secrets deep within Sol's heart and make him face desires he may not even be aware of.

When Thor heard this, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, his eyes full of disdain and determination.

"Sorry, I just have no interest in the throne,"

He said slowly, his tone revealing a transcendent and free and easy tone.

"How can there be freedom in the throne?"

Thor's words were simple and direct. He knew clearly that he was not suitable to be a ruler. What he longed for was unrestrained exploration and combat, and the freedom to wield Thor's hammer as he pleased.

Although Mjolnir is gone now.

Hela heard the words, and a more sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Freedom? Humph, that's just an excuse for the weak. A truly strong person should stand at the pinnacle of power, overlook all living beings, and use iron fist and wisdom to shape his own order. What you call freedom is just a cowardly way of avoiding responsibility.”

Thor shook his head, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Maybe you and I have different definitions of strength. In my opinion, being able to face one's own shortcomings, have the courage to take responsibility, and strive for greater good is what Truly powerful. Although the throne is high, it is also lonely and heavy. It requires not only strength, but also wisdom, compassion and sacrifice. "

After a brief silence, Hela's voice sounded again, with unquestionable majesty: "Sacrifice? You are wrong, Thor. In this world of the jungle, sacrifice is only a fate that the weak are forced to accept. And I, never I will be bound by anyone or anything, including this so-called throne. What I want is absolute control, a power that no one can match, and an existence that is above everything."

Thor shook his head, his eyes shining with unyielding light.

"No, Hela, you are wrong. Freedom does not mean escaping, but choosing to bear. I choose to protect rather than rule. I believe that everyone can find their own path, and I choose It’s about becoming a guardian of Asgard, not a ruler.”

The scene fell into a dead silence, only the heavy breathing of the two people intertwined.

Hela's eyes gradually turned cold. She seemed to be touched by Thor's words, but was immediately replaced by deeper anger.

"Bastard! Do you think your escape can bring peace? In this world, the strong are respected, and only by standing at the top can you protect everything you want!"

Thor took a deep breath and tried to calm down the fluctuations in his heart.

"Hela, strength is not the only way to solve problems. Real strength lies in your inner tenacity and kindness, and your willingness to sacrifice your ego for a greater goal. I admit that I am not the strongest, but I am willing to do it for Ah La. Sigard, fight and protect my family and friends."

Hela sneered, she seemed to sneer at Thor's remarks.

"Family? Friends? These weak things will only become a burden to you. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, only the strong can survive, and the weak deserve to be eliminated."

As she said this, she waved her hand violently, and dozens of "night sky swords" appeared out of thin air, attacking Thor like a black meteor shower, and each sword contained a terrifying force that was enough to tear the space apart.

Thor flashed, and with his extraordinary speed and reaction, he easily dodged most of the attacks.

But even so, a few swords still brushed past the corners of his clothes, leaving a few tiny cracks, reminding him of the danger of this battle.

He knew that a head-on confrontation with Hela was inevitable, but he also understood that force alone could not defeat this sister who was devoured by hatred and ambition.

"Hela, there is no point in fighting between us,"

Thor shouted loudly while dodging the attack.

"What Asgard needs is unity, not infighting. You should understand that our enemies are not only each other, but also those dark forces that are eyeing the peace of the Nine Realms."

The dark elves just escaped, but they have not been eliminated yet.

Not to mention the threat of the Saiyans.