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Chapter 154: The Happy Dance Troupe

Hela emerged from the ruins, her eyes filled with apprehension.

The recent attack, although she managed to withstand it with her unique divine power, had taken its toll. Even though it seemed like she had recovered, she knew that the lingering thunder within her body required forceful suppression by her death magic.

If she faced several more attacks of that magnitude, her body could be at risk of collapsing.

Fortunately, such an attack drained even Thor's energy significantly, making it impossible for him to sustain it indefinitely.

Thor looked at Hela and shouted, "Stop these tricks. If you want the throne, then prove your strength."

Hela responded coldly, "As you wish."

With a flick of her wrist, a slender black longsword appeared in her hand. This was no ordinary flying sword summoned by magic; it was Hela's exclusive weapon—the Night-sky Sword.

Hela was adept in nearly all Asgardian magic.

She was a character who relied primarily on her magical abilities.

She rarely engaged in melee combat.

In general, Hela was more of a magical character compared to Thor.

Her usual approach was to use her death magic to summon a pair of short swords filled with death power, leaving devastation in their wake, akin to a marvel version of Gilgamesh...

However, this did not mean her melee skills were lacking. She possessed formidable swordsmanship, which was even more effective when wielding a perfectly suited artifact like the Night-sky Sword.

Moreover, melee combat allowed her to fully utilize the artifact's power.

True Asgardian powerhouses are skilled in both magic and martial arts. Much like Thor, it doesn't matter whether they are engaged in battle or not.

It seems that a family resemblance is inevitable.

Many perceive Thor as a warrior, but he is actually a thunder mage or a melee mage.

Loki, often seen as a mage, also enjoys using small daggers—clearly an assassin with magical traits.

A sorceress like Frigga can subdue Malekith with her sword skills...

Not to mention Hela, who, in the original stories, used her magical flying swords to decimate the Valkyrie troops and then used straightforward melee combat to subdue Thor...

Seeing Hela prepare for a serious fight, Thor knew she was ready to go all out.

He wasted no time and immediately readied Stormbreaker.

To the spectators, the clash of swords and axes was a breathtaking sight.

Meanwhile, in a spaceship light-years away, a familiar rhythm played.

"Hey… Hey…"

In the spaceship's cockpit, Star-Lord was dancing...

"Damn it, Star-Lord, how long will it take us to reach Asgard if you keep dancing like this?"

Rocket kept his distance from Star-Lord, clearly avoiding being caught up in his antics.

"I should clarify, it's Quill, not Star-Lord!"

Star-Lord said with a mock-serious tone, then added with a grin, "Don't worry, I calculated the distance. We'll definitely catch Thor's coronation ceremony."

Gamora remained impassive. "How can you be sure? It's today. Look at the time—maybe the fight is almost over."

"That doesn't matter," Star-Lord replied casually. "When he becomes king, there will definitely be a grand celebration dinner, the kind that lasts all night! We just need to get there in time."

"Why celebrate?" Drax asked, confused. "His father just died a few days ago. Shouldn't this be a time of mourning instead?"

"Uh…" Star-Lord was at a loss for words...

Having been born on Earth, he wasn't well-versed in this culture, only recalling some courtly customs from his childhood. Did the new king have to mourn rather than celebrate upon ascending the throne? Was he expected to wait a few years before claiming the throne?

He changed the subject. "It's not always like this… Like me, I don't feel sad about my father's death..."

Drax: "..."

Gamora added, "I wouldn't be sad if my father died. Maybe I'd even dance happily."

Rocket and Groot: "…"

"Oh right, you both had tough lives too."

Gamora said sadly, "But you're better off than me. At least you had Yondu as a father figure. I can see he treated you like his own son."

"And I'd rather not have had that father!"

Gamora gritted her teeth.

She was adopted by Thanos. Although Thanos seemed to care for her, she would never forget that he was the one who had slaughtered her planet.

The spaceship fell silent, the only sound being the occasional "pop" of buttons being pressed.

Groot, now a teenager, was engrossed in a game.