Stupid Odin

She wasn't pretending anymore; she was laying all her cards on the table.

All of Hela's previous politeness and patience seemed to have been saved for this moment of explosive release.

Hymir was frozen in place as if struck by lightning, his emerald eyes filled with shock and fear.

Originally, if Hymir's mother had charged forward, he, as her son, should have grabbed his weapon and followed suit.

However, Hela merely glanced at him, and he changed his mind: Hela's dead eye clearly conveyed disdain—either surrender, or die with your mother!

This wasn't just Hela's sentiment; across from them, Hrangnir, the strongest giant on the surface, was casually watching his kin while carrying a massive metal battle-axe. He was actually hoping Hymir would attack so that he could earn some minor merit within the Aesir.

The situation was too outrageous, so much so that Hymir not only stood there like a wooden post, but he even instinctively opened his arms to block the few giants under him with weak combat prowess, along with his beautiful wife and daughters, and watched helplessly as his own ferocious monster of a mother charged forward.

To be honest, anyone would be frightened by a monstrous giant whose size rivaled that of the progenitor giant Ymir, but whose appearance was even more terrifying.

In terms of combat power alone, she might have been on the same level as Ymir.

Alas, times had changed!

Her opponent was no longer the primitive Aesir of the past who drank blood, but a legitimate Goddess of Death who wielded the power of an entire realm.

With a flip of her hand, a long sword that seemed to be burning with eerie green flames suddenly appeared in the center of their vision.

The Sword of Helheim had arrived!

A gray death aura instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. Amidst the surging gray-black light, the Aesir Goddess of Death's long dress seemed to ignite with a layer of deathly flames. The flames flashed and disappeared, and a suit of pitch-black armor emitting an eerie glow was draped over her beautiful formal gown.

The next moment, Hela held the Sword of Death level and pointed it towards the 900 monstrous giants. Immediately, a chilling tornado of death swept towards the old hag.

Even with a distance of five hundred meters between them, Hymir could already hear his monstrous mother let out a terrifying scream.

For this old hag, any of the elements of earth, water, fire, or wind could effectively reduce the damage to her chaotic power.

Unfortunately, Hela used the element of the soul. When the power of [Death] caused damage, it didn't distinguish between order and chaos.

In a sense, [Death] was equivalent to true damage.

The heads at the front of the old hag's large belly immediately had their flesh drained upon contact with the death aura of the [Sword of Helheim].

The skin withered and cracked, the muscles stiffened, the brains dried up, and even the eyeballs of those heads shriveled.

"What is this?!" The old hag stopped in her tracks as if she had been electrocuted, trying to retreat and avoid it, but it was too late.

More than a hundred heads and torsos on her belly were already withered, even revealing white bones.

The aura of death continued to spread over her body.

"Ah! Ah—Ah—You monster, what have you done to me?"

"Monster?" This title undoubtedly touched Hela's reverse scale. With a thought, her hellhound Garm immediately pounced like lightning, knocking the old hag to the ground, its claws pinning her arms.

Hela gracefully jumped onto the largest giant head at the very top of the old hag's body and thrust her sword straight down.

"Tzzt!"

The two-meter-long blade suddenly transformed into a translucent, ethereal form, piercing through the old hag's forehead without any resistance.

Physically, this sword did not penetrate.

On a soul level, this sword was the end!

Hela clearly felt that she had not subdued a single, vast soul, but an aggregate of evil thoughts mixed with countless souls.

The next second, countless chaotic powers began to disintegrate, shooting out from the old hag's body.

Before the chaotic powers could spread, the power of death, representing order, gathered them all up and began to purify them in another form.

The old hag's body began to shrink, but not by much, probably to a height of about eighty meters, at which point her body stabilized.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth! The underworld belongs to the underworld!" Hela transformed back into the sweet-looking young goddess, smiling gently: "Alright, you will be my subordinate from now on—Simila!"

Hela called out the name of the strongest will among the 900 souls.

From this moment on, a new powerful henchman had been added to the underworld.

Over there, the giant Hymir was dumbfounded.

His mother charged, Hela instantly killed.

Everything happened too fast. Hymir hadn't even considered going back on his word when his monstrous mother was defeated.

This scene left Hymir's family stunned.

Before they could react, Hela had already ridden over on the giant hellhound, whose shoulder height was taller than Hymir himself.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo!" The hellhound bared its teeth, emitting a low growl of threat. Just this warning sound alone made Hymir's family feel like a continuous, deep rumble of thunder was ringing in their ears.

Hela stood on the dog's back, looking down at these oversized lambs to be slaughtered: "Surrender, or die? Oh, right, even if you die, you still have to surrender. I control all the dead in this world."

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"Surrender... no, no, no, we didn't even do anything. We are willing to join the Aesir!" This giant with a ferocious appearance cleverly argued.

To be honest, Hela actually wanted to kill these dozen or so giants as well.

She could have completely insisted that Hymir's mother was in cahoots with him and directly silenced them.

Just then, Hela suddenly remembered her father Loki's words, 'No need to fight and kill, just get the pot'.

Hela suddenly had a jolt.

She didn't know why Loki had said this to her, she only knew that her father had really put in a lot of effort to keep her and Jörmungandr alive.

Whether out of filial piety or recognition, Hela finally nodded to Hymir: "Then about borrowing the pot…"

Seeing a way out, Hymir decisively gave in: "Borrow, borrow, borrow! Definitely borrow."

His wife Hel, or rather, Little Hel, quickly held her husband down: "Hey! Talking about borrowing is too vulgar. I'll give it to the God-King as a congratulatory gift."

"That's so embarrassing," Hela pretended to be modest.

"It's okay, it's as it should be, as it should be," the giantess said with a smile.

Hymir became anxious: "If we give away the pot, what will we use to cook meat?"

Little Hel pulled her husband and whispered in a voice of 80 decibels: "Didn't your mother die? Use hers!"

Thus, by borrowing a pot, losing the monster mother, and surrendering to the Aesir, Hymir's family really didn't know if they had gained or lost.

In any case, Hela 'borrowed' the pot beautifully.

In less than an hour, Hela came back with the pot, and didn't even cause too much bloodshed.

This result surprised Tang Si, and he could only sigh that [History] had been ravaged by him too much, and was now unrecognizable.