In the surge of thunder and lightning originating from Titan, Hela's pale body was being rapidly burned and decomposed, and together with her soul, she became weak and silent.

She lost and she knew it.

“I couldn’t do it in the end.”

Hela, who was hung on the top of the war spear like a pale flag, looked unwillingly at Odin, who looked calm in front of her. She could feel that her body was being decomposed rapidly.

“I’m so unwilling”

"Bang"

Hela's body was burning like a pale flame. Between the white feathers of light, Odin put away his spear. He looked at the extinguished white fire. He stood on this final battlefield.

He stayed for a while, then leaned on his war spear and planned to leave just like that.

However, just as he took a step, a voice came from the shadows behind him.

"Are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Tyrion stood up from Odin's broken throne. He patted his cuffs, then squatted down, half-kneeling on the edge of the coast where only a small piece of the coast was protected by his power. He stretched out

He took action, took off his gloves, and put his fingers into the cold sea water. The next moment, under the command of the great lord, the power from the three hells was injected into the sea water in front of him in a surging and galloping manner.

He raised his head, looked at the giant Odin, and said:

"This battle is not over yet!"

"The incompetent and crazy Hela has already lost, so next, you have to face the real Hela!"
Chapter completed!