hotmtlnovel Chapter 115 Hela
Chapter 115 Hela
Loki took the key he found in the vault and inserted it into a hidden hole in the door.
The sound of a key turning echoed through the dungeon, and the runes on the door began to glow faintly, growing brighter and brighter until they illuminated the entire dungeon.
Behind the door was complete darkness, from which gusts of cold wind blew, and the stench of decay and death instantly spread around them, causing Loki to shiver involuntarily.
"Is anyone home?" Loki asked tentatively.
Loki's voice echoed in the darkness, but received no response.
Loki frowned. He had thought there was a prisoner or a sealed monster behind the door, but now it seemed there was only darkness behind the door and nothing at all.
Just as Loki turned to leave, a green light suddenly appeared in the darkness. The light was faint, but it made Loki feel uneasy. Loki sensed a magical aura that was the same as his own, only this aura was deeper and darker.
The green light drew closer and brighter until Loki finally saw what it was: a pair of green, murderous eyes.
"Finally, someone has arrived."
A woman's voice came from the darkness, with a lazy and nonchalant tone, and a figure emerged from the darkness.
She was tall and slender, with long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and wore a black, tight-fitting battle suit covered in green patterns.
"You are..." Loki's voice trembled slightly.
The woman walked up to Loki and looked down at him. She was about the same height as Loki, but the aura she exuded made Loki feel as if he were looking up at a mountain.
"It's normal that you don't recognize me." The woman's lips curled into a cold smile. "But I recognize you, Loki Laufeson. No, should I call you Loki Odinson now? Or Laufeson's son? You have too many names; I don't even know which one to call you."
Loki's pupils contracted slightly: "How do you know my name?"
The woman did not answer. She stretched out her right hand and a black longsword appeared out of thin air, covered with black patterns and emitting an eerie light.
The woman's voice was soft: "You can call me sister."
Loki was stunned: "What did you say? Sister? I've never seen you before?"
Hela's voice carried a hint of mockery: "Odin hid me away, hid me in this dark and sunless cell for thousands of years. He was afraid of my power, afraid of my ambition, so he locked me up here and pretended that I never existed."
Hela walked to Loki's side and reached out to stroke his face. Loki felt a block of ice on his face: "But you see, he died in the end, and his seal finally failed. Now Asgard needs a true king."
Loki stepped back to avoid Hela's hand: "I am now the King of Asgard."
Hela couldn't help but laugh, her laughter filled with sarcasm: "You? A usurper? You don't think I don't know how you got to the throne, do you? A traitor who killed his own father, a puppet sitting on the throne without any real power? You're the king? Don't make me laugh."
Loki's face turned extremely ugly: "You know nothing."
Hela's smile vanished, and the hero's green eyes fixed on Loki: "I know more than you think. I know you killed Odin, I know there's a more powerful being behind you, and I know you're just his pawn now. Loki, you were wrong from the start. You shouldn't have killed Odin; you should have come to me from the beginning."
"Looking for you?"
"Yes." Hella extended his hand: "Let me become the King of Asgard, and I will give you everything you want: power, status, respect. You don't need to be anyone's pawn. You can become my brother, a king standing shoulder to shoulder with me in Asgard."
Loki stared at Hela's hand, a flicker of hesitation crossing his eyes. After a brief moment of thought, he shook his head: "No, I refuse."
Hela's face showed a hint of surprise. She had thought that even if the goddess of mischief disagreed, she would at least pretend to agree: "Why?"
Loki's voice was calm: "It's simple. Although you are strong, you are definitely no match for him. You have not seen the power of the Holy Lord. That kind of power is beyond your ability to contend with."
Hela narrowed her eyes: "Holy Lord? He's the one standing behind you?"
Loki nodded.
Hela's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain: "Let me see him. I want to see who has the audacity to steal my throne."
In the Golden Palace, the Holy Lord sat on his throne, closed his eyes, and felt the power within him, with Wanda standing behind him.
Footsteps came from outside the main hall. It sounded like more than one person; another footstep was very soft, like a cat's.
The doors to the main hall were pushed open, and Loki and a woman walked in.
As soon as Hela entered the temple, the entire space changed. The decorations on the walls began to turn black, cracks appeared in the stone slabs on the floor, and a putrid and deathly aura appeared in the air.
Hela stood in the center of the hall, looking up at the Holy Lord on the throne.
Their eyes met, the gazes of the Holy Lord and Hela clashed in the air, and two invisible forces clashed in the hall, causing the air to distort and the cracks on the walls to deepen.
"So you're the one who stole my throne?" Hela's provocative voice echoed through the hall.
The Holy Lord rose from his throne and looked down at Hela: "Your throne?" His tone was calm: "When Odin was in power, you were imprisoned in the dungeon. When Loki was in power, you were still imprisoned in the dungeon. If I hadn't ordered him to release you, you wouldn't even have the right to see me now. When did this throne become yours?"
Hela narrowed her eyes slightly: "I like your tough talk, but I didn't know your strength was as tough as your words."
Hela raised her hand, and a black longsword materialized in her grasp.
The Holy Lord looked at the sword in Hela's hand and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "The power of death, interesting."
Hela ignored the Holy Lord's provocation and charged at him with her sword raised. Hela was very fast, almost instantly crossing the distance of the hall. Her black longsword, carrying the aura of death, pierced towards the Holy Lord's chest.
The expected resistance to the piercing body did not occur; the sword in my hand pierced through the Holy Lord's chest, or more accurately, through the Holy Lord's phantom image.
Hela's pupils contracted. She hadn't expected the Holy Lord to be so fast. The next second, the Holy Lord appeared behind Hela, the tip of the Spear of Eternity pressed against the back of Hela's neck.
"You are very slow," the Holy Lord's voice came from behind.
Hela's lips curled slightly upwards. Without turning around, she sent her longsword flying out in all directions, shattering into numerous black fragments that hurtled toward the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord took a step back, the Eternal Spear spinning in his hand, golden light surging from its tip and repelling all the black fragments.