Marvel's Shendu: Dominating the Multiverse

Chapter 118 Hela Descends Upon the Vanir Gods

Frigga felt a sense of powerlessness as she watched all this. She knew the power of the Holy Lord. If Vanaheim really wanted to rebel, these soldiers would be nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in front of the Holy Lord, or even less than lambs. But she didn't know how to convince the proud Vanir gods of all this.

"Uncle," Frigga's tone turned serious, "I have witnessed that man's power. He single-handedly defeated the entire army of frost giants, made Hela, the goddess of death, kneel in submission, and forced Surtur, the fire giant, to relinquish the Twilight Sword. The 100,000 warriors of Vanaheim could not even last a minute against him."

Njord's expression shifted slightly, but he quickly reverted to his disdainful demeanor: "Hela? Surtur? They were all defeated by Odin. What's there to be proud of in defeating them?"

Frigga couldn't help but cover her face with one hand: "Hela is not Odin's defeated opponent. Odin has never defeated Hela. He just imprisoned her with a seal. As for Schultr, Odin has never fought him head-on. Uncle, you should know the weight of these two people better than anyone else."

Njord fell silent as he listened to Frigga's words. He knew that what Frigga said was true, but he could not admit it. If he did, it would mean that Vanaheim would have to submit, and that his decades of persistence and anger would become a joke.

"Frigga," Njord's voice deepened, "you're saying all this to get Vanaheim to surrender without a fight?"

"I just don't want Waraheim to be stained with blood."

"Enough!" Njord waved his hand to interrupt Frigga. "I don't want to hear it anymore. Frigga, go back and tell that usurper, Vanaheim, that he will never submit to a patricide, never to anyone."

Frigga stood there, watching Njord's figure with sadness in her eyes. She knew that Njord had made up his mind.

In the Golden Palace of Asgard, the Holy Lord sat on his throne listening to Frigga's report. Wanda stood behind him, Hela stood in a corner of the palace, and Loki sat on his throne, his face filled with unease.

"They refused," the Holy Lord's voice was calm. "Staying silent while secretly amassing troops?"

Frigg stood in the hall, bowing her head: "Yes, Your Majesty, the elder of Niyo has rejected your rule, and he is uniting with other races to prepare for a joint rebellion."

"A united resistance?" The Holy Lord's lips curled into a slight smile. "Who gave him the audacity?"

Frigga explained, "The Vanir gods have always been dissatisfied with Asgard. They were suppressed by Odin for thousands of years during his reign, and now that Odin is dead, they feel their opportunity has arrived."

The Holy Lord shook his head: "Opportunity? They think that with Odin dead, Asgard is leaderless? They think that with Loki on the throne, no one can control them?"

Loki's face turned extremely ugly.

The Holy Lord looked at Hela, who was standing in the corner: "Hela."

Hela stepped out from the corner and knelt on one knee: "Master."

"Take your legion of death to Vanaheim," the Holy Lord said as if it were a trivial matter. "Let those Vanir gods know what it means to refuse to submit."

A glint of excitement flashed in Hela's eyes: "Master, how many people do I need to kill?"

The Holy Lord shook his head: "You only need to demonstrate your power and let them choose to submit. If they choose to resist, then you should let them know what true death is."

Hela's lips curled up slightly: "Yes, Master."

Three days later, in Waraheim.

Njord stood atop the highest point of Vanaheim, gazing into the distance. Behind him stood dozens of Vanir gods, each with a face etched with tension and anticipation.

"Have you made contact with the envoys of other races?" Njord asked.

A general stepped forward: "We've made contact. The Dwarf Kingdom has indicated it will provide weapons support, and the Light Elf Kingdom has indicated it will send troops if necessary."

Njord nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. As long as we are united, that usurper in Asgard is nothing to fear."

Just as they were still boasting, the once clear sky suddenly turned dark, with large amounts of dark clouds surging in from all directions, and a sense of decay and death filled the air.

"What is that?" a general asked, pointing to the sky, his voice filled with fear.

Njord looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted. A huge warship appeared in the sky, slowly descending from the clouds. The warship's hull was made of countless bones pieced together. Hundreds of smaller warships followed around the warship, each exuding an aura of death.

"The Death Legion." Njord suppressed his fear. "It's Hela's Death Legion."

He had heard of Hela and her undead army, beings that even Odin feared, and any living creature would dread this legion of the dead.

He had assumed that Hela's legions had been wiped out by the Holy Lord when Hela was conquered, but in reality, the Legion of the Dead appeared in Vanaheim.

A black warship landed in the central square of Vanaheim. Hela stood on the deck of the warship, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, her green eyes looking down at the Vanir gods below without any expression.

"The Vanir!" Hela's voice echoed throughout Vanaheim: "I have come by my master's command to give you one last chance: submit, or die!"

Njord stepped down from the platform and stood in the center of the square, looking up at Hela: "Hela! Do you think you alone can make Vanaheim submit?"

Hela ignored Njord's provocative words. She raised her hand, and the skeletons on the warship began to writhe. A large number of skeletons jumped off the warship and landed on the ground, forming a huge army. The skeletons wore ancient armor, held rusty weapons, and had green flames burning in their eye sockets.

The Legion of Death, these skeletons collected from the battlefield, were reawakened by Hela's death power and became her soldiers.

The Vanir warriors watched as the weapons in the skeletons' hands trembled uncontrollably. They could face living enemies or ferocious beasts, but their courage was severely dampened when facing these skeletons who had already died once.

Njord's face turned deathly pale, but he did not retreat. "Do not be afraid!" Njord roared to the warriors behind him. "They are just skeletons, smash them! Warriors of the Vanir, for our honor, for our homeland, charge!"

The Vanir warriors roared in unison and charged toward Hela's legion of the dead.

Hela shook her head as she watched the Vanir warriors charging towards her: "Foolish."

Hela raised her hand, and an aura of death emanated from her body; the Legion of Death began to move.