I foresee your death.

The huge sickle seemed as light as nothing in Dior's hand. With just a wave of his hand, the giant thorns of death that were penetrated through the sea were instantly cut off and then disappeared.

This power... mortal, report your name.

The high-ranking Haila's eyes narrowed and he looked at the ant for the first time.

Even though his head was cut off and exiled to the void, the conceited Hela never looked at Dior for a long time, but now he has changed his view because of the power of the knife!

The purple power gem was once again inlaid by Dior on the sickle and turned into a real one!

Name? Just call me 'mortal', the next three minutes will become your eternal nightmare!

Buzz...

The power gem began to tremble!

Dior, who was dragging the scythe of the Death, swung forward violently!

A kilometer-long dark purple crescent light blade instantly came to Hela, and the layers of death giant thorns could not stop the light blade!

Looking at the eternal fire that was gradually absorbed, Thor finally realized his mission at this moment, not to stop the occurrence of Ragnarok, but to make the Ragnarok proceed smoothly!
Chapter completed!