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[Sponsored] Chapter 115: Ruthless



[Sponsored] Chapter 115: Ruthless

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“It appears that you have tracked her location."

"That is a very strange world. According to records in the New Compilation of the Universe, it should be similar to the Helheim underworld."

Although Bi Xiao was only guessing, he was probably close to the truth. The person conversing with Lilith was likely the ruler of Helheim, the Goddess Of Death, Hela.

"Interesting, so what do you plan to do?"

Ancient One smiled.

"Of course, I'll go over and kill her."

Bi Xiao grinned. Suddenly, a golden, magnificent magic circle appeared under his feet. As the golden light rippled, his figure disappeared. Ancient One secretly admired Bi Xiao's decisiveness.

Sensing danger, tracing it back to its source, and thinking to use Lilith's image to track her down, and then, without hesitation, going to kill her.

Rationality and decisiveness are among the necessary conditions for success.

After pondering for a moment, Ancient One also opened a portal and left the storage room.

Meanwhile, in the castle of Helheim, Lilith was conversing with Hela, the ruler of Helheim.

Unlike the extremely seductive and enchanting Lilith, Hela had an extreme dark aura, more like a dark queen. She wore a dark green robe, and her beautiful face was full of majesty.

Regarding Lilith's proposal, Hela casually brushed her black hair, seemingly indifferent.

"A good idea, but haven't you considered that my father would so easily let me leave here?"

"He's about to die," Lilith said with a light laugh.

"So you think because he's about to die, he can release me? Lilith, do you misunderstand Odin's power?" Hela sneered, "Or do you think Dormammu is stronger than that old man?"

She resented that old man, hated his hypocrisy. He nurtured her, helped Asgard achieve glory, and made her an executioner.

She slaughtered countless lives, but one day, that old man suddenly wanted to be a merciful king, to cover Asgard's past trampled corpses with mercy. She was indifferent, but was deprived of her freedom and sealed in this damned realm of death.

She hated him, but she never doubted Odin's strength.

For countless years, didn't she want to leave here? She had the ability to resist, but Hela never did because she knew resistance was futile.

Odin was too strong, the Strongest King in the history of the Odinson family, spreading the family's glory throughout the universe.

Countless races bowed to the Odinson family's might.

He even fought alone against nine powerful Celestials.

Hela knew, as long as Odin lived, she had no chance of leaving here. She waited, no matter how impatient, she waited. Hela believed only after Odin's fall would she regain freedom.

Before he died, Hela would never leave Helheim.

Even if the old man didn't have many years left.

But the more it was like this, the more excited and patient Hela became. She didn't want to go out only to be dragged back by that old man before his death.

So, Lilith's proposal, Hela didn't take it seriously.

What Dormammu, what dark lord, what reward, helping her become queen, once the old man died, she wouldn't need Lilith and Dormammu to help her.

Besides, Hela always considered herself an Asgardian, and Asgard's glory wouldn't allow any outsiders to interfere.

No matter the internal turmoil, it was always the Odinson family's business. When did they need outsiders?

Facing Hela's firm rejection, Lilith frowned slightly. She had expected Hela to refuse, but not with such a strong attitude.

Sighing lightly, Lilith stopped insisting. Just as she was about to say something else, she suddenly closed her mouth, turned her head sharply, and, like Hela, looked outside the castle.

"How is this possible?" Lilith's face was full of disbelief.

Hela frowned, her face full of displeasure.

What is this? Although she didn't like it here, she was still the ruler of Helheim. Did they all think of it as a public toilet? Come and go as they please?

The huge wooden door on the first floor of the castle was pushed open by an invisible force. Outside the door, endless mist rolled, faint wails and screams of souls could be vaguely heard in the mist, their twisted faces heart-wrenching.

What truly caught Lilith and Hela's attention was the figure slowly walking in the mist.

In the dim light, they both saw the visitor.

It was none other than Bi Xiao, dressed in a black jacket, white T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers, embodying earthly fashion.

Completely out of place with Helheim's style.

What caught Hela's attention the most was that Bi Xiao seemed to be harboring a terrifying energy about to erupt, so strong that it seemed a bit frightening even to her.

Recalling Lilith's earlier talk about the deal.

Hela immediately realized who this person was.

The one who troubled Lilith and Dormammu, who's from the backward world she once looked down upon, a Midgardian.

Hela's eyes flickered, and she decided to watch the show.

After all, it had been years since she saw a drama of this level. Hopefully, they would fight to the death so she could pick up the pieces.

So, Hela quietly took a few steps back, clearly indicating she wouldn't participate, making Lilith grit her teeth.

Initially, Lilith planned to slip away upon sensing Bi Xiao's arrival.

Unexpectedly, she found that the space around the castle was disrupted by an invisible force. If she dared to tear the dimension to return to Hell, she would be the first to suffer.

He was determined to kill her.

This made Lilith "heartbroken"; she had never met such a ruthless human.

"My dear..."

Lilith's thoughts raced, but she still posed charmingly to ease the tension and gather strength. However, in the blink of an eye, the wretched man had already appeared in front of her.

A luxuriously crafted sword slashed through the air towards her head.

Ruthless and Resolute.

Cold light flashed in Lilith's enchanting eyes.


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