57- The Rebellion Starts

Odin listened to the shout with a blank face. He was in a bad mood, tired from the weight of his decisions, and surely not in the mood for any accusations.

When he made this decision, he had expected quite a few rebellions to happen. After all, the Aesir were a race built for warfare—the gods of war. Them adapting to peace without any resistance was unlikely.

There were actually many people whom he had thought might rebel against him. The first might just be his heir, Magnar. And considering his current feelings, he might just pass on the throne to him, because he truly did not feel like ruling for now.

But, against all his expectations, the first one to voice complaints and show signs of rebellion was not his son, not his ambitious generals, or other influential people of Asgard.

It was his own daughter—someone he hadn't considered in the list. Sure, she had been getting far too violent and loved killing, but that was no reason to rebel, right?

Now he just felt stupid. Being the God King, he was so wrong about his predictions—which, in turn, fueled his anger even further.

He looked at Hela angrily and shouted, "And you are a foolish girl who doesn't realize the futility of war!"

"Shut it! You were the one who ordered every war I've fought in! We are the conquerors of Asgard—how can you spout such words befitting a coward sitting on that throne!"

Hela, ever the cutiepie, continued her shouts without any care for the strange face Father was making.

"And I have come to realize my mistakes. Therefore, I am abolishing any more warfare," said Odin with a deep sigh. In this depressing moment of his, the best decision would have been to stay quiet.

Anyone with a brain should have realized this and stood at the corner silently. But you see, if she had a brain, she wouldn't be Hela. So, she continued:

"What you have come to realize is not your mistakes. Rather, it is your weakness—your cowardice—and your fear. You are a fool unbefitting of ruling the Nine Realms!"

And that sealed the deal.

A golden beam of energy shot straight at Hela, hurling her away hundreds of meters like a ragdoll.

Odin was angry—angrier than he had ever been. He had decided to make an example out of his daughter. He would seal her until she learned her mistake and repented. Indeed, he had made some wrong decisions, but to question the All-Father…

Was an unforgivable crime. And she would pay for it accordingly.

Rather than sending any soldiers after her, Odin decided to deal with Hela himself, sending another beam of energy from his spear, Gungnir.

The beam landed straight on Hela, pushing her even further.

Hela was a mighty warrior for sure, but there was no chance she could hope to stand against the onslaught of Odin, who outclassed her in almost every aspect.

Just Odin's raw power was enough to defeat Hela.

Soon, the beam disappeared, and a disheveled Hela came into view. She was full of burn marks, gasping for breath. Just defending against those attacks had taken her all…

She then drew out her weapon—the hammer, Mjolnir—and charged toward Odin at full speed, gathering her divinity, intending to deliver her strongest strike.

But against someone so much stronger than her, all her efforts were meaningless. Odin raised his spear again, and a bit of Odinforce gathered on it. He pointed it toward the incoming Hela—and boom.

Hela was blasted off the castle of Asgard, outside the capital city itself, and landed in the ocean beyond Asgard—heavily injured.

Odin flew at full speed toward Hela, intending to incapacitate and seal her.

Meanwhile, Hela was completely sober now, her fierceness replaced by fear. The strength of the last attack had left her seriously injured. She was hardly staying conscious, looking toward Asgard with tired eyes, blood seeping down her face.

She realized after the last attack that she was no match for her father. The Odinforce was not a power she could hope to contend with now.

Maybe in the future, when she gets stronger—but not now, when she is only 800 years old. She is not nearly strong enough…

Hela knew her father was angry, and she also knew that she was going to receive severe punishment now—maybe even banishment or imprisonment.

Maybe she could plead for forgiveness, but being a warrior, her pride would never allow that. She would rather die than bow down.

So, she readied herself. As she looked toward the incoming Odin, she stood up, fighting through the pain her body was feeling through sheer will, and summoned the Eternal Night Sword beneath her feet, rising upwards, intending to launch a final attack on Odin.

She waved her hand, and several projectiles in the shape of swords shot toward Odin. But the All-Father didn't even need to flinch—a golden energy barrier surrounded him, and all the attacks merely brushed off.

Seeing this, Hela let out a sigh. But she knew—her body was in no condition to fight off a close-combat battle.

Once again, she gathered all the divinity she could and launched Mjolnir toward Odin. This time, instead of relying on the golden barrier, he swung Gungnir and swatted away Mjolnir.

Odin then waved his free hand, and the pedestal beneath Hela shattered. A force hit her so strong that a mixture of saliva and blood shot out from her mouth, and she crashed into one of the pillars of the Rainbow Bridge—almost embedded into it.

Hela, once again, through sheer will, opened her eyes. But that was all she could do. Her injuries ensured that. She could only watch with blurry vision as Odin approached her.

And Odin, seeing the still-conscious Hela, felt even more frustrated. His attack should have been strong enough to knock her out. No—when he used Odinforce, that attack should have already incapacitated her. So seeing her still struggling angered him.

Intending to finish this, he raised his spear, preparing to shoot an ordinary energy beam from Gungnir. He did not wish to kill Hela, rather simply incapacitate her.

Hela watched as the energy gathered at the tip of Gungnir. She hadn't expected her father to go as far as killing her. But she would not fear anything. Even in death, she would not flinch. So she didn't avert her eyes. Although her vision was blurry, she didn't blink.

The energy beam shot out from Gungnir, and Hela braced herself for impact…

But the pain never came.

In front of her were the broad shoulders of a man—covering her, giving her a sense of security. She knew she would not die today—not while he was in front of her…

Slight tears formed in her eyes, and she mumbled with a weak voice—

"Brother…"

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