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Chapter 683
chapter 0296 part 1
**Chapter 295: Conquering Hela, Family Matters**
As Hela watched Tang Song, he lay on the leather sofa of his private jet, looking at her with a lazy posture.
He snapped his fingers, and a flight attendant on the private jet immediately pushed over a dining cart, respectfully presenting a transparent decanter filled with red wine and two crystal wine glasses.
The flight attendant, with her excellent figure, appearance, and temperament, leaned down carefully to pour the red wine from the decanter into the crystal wine glasses.
The flight attendant couldn't afford to be careless. Although she didn't know the price of this bottle of red wine, which had already been decanted, she knew that among the wines in the private jet's wine cabinet, the cheapest was no less than fifty thousand US dollars a bottle.
Soon, two glasses of red wine were presented to Tang Song and Hela. Under the lights of the private jet, the red wine in the wine glasses shimmered, like two beautiful pieces of craftsmanship.
"**King Odin** sealed you in **Helheim**. What is it like there? Is it like **Hell**, full of **Demons**, with daily slaughter and conflict? Very boring?"
Holding the wine glass, Tang Song didn't mention the **Church** and the **Heaven Dimension** again. Instead, he asked Hela about **Helheim** with some curiosity.
**Helheim** is also one of the **Nine Realms**, a place where, according to myths and legends, only the dead can enter.
In Norse myths and legends, the **Goddess of Death Hela** is the **Ruler** of **Helheim**, controlling the aging and disease of all things in the world.
The **Gate** of the **Underworld** is far from the **Mortal Realm**. To reach this place, one must pass through the **Gjöll River**. Over the river is a bridge suspended by a single hair, the **Gjallarbrú**. Those who cross the bridge must have their blood sucked dry by the **Bridge Guardian**, **Móðguðr**. The **Underworld** represents biting cold and deep darkness.
Unlike the myths and legends, in this **Marvel Universe**, **Hela** was sealed in **Helheim** by **Odin**.
"Heh, **Helheim**. That's the **Underworld** where the **Aesir** go after death. There are only dead souls without awareness or feeling. It's much more monotonous than **Hell**."
**Hela** shook the wine glass in front of her. As she brought the glass full of red wine to her lips, she said to **Tang Song**:
"But I think you'll like that place. If you remove this binding magic on my head, how about I give **Helheim** to you? Be the **Ruler** of a **World**!"
"**Ruler** of the **Death World**, that sounds quite interesting!"
**Tang Song** drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp. The flight attendant standing by quickly picked up the decanter and poured him the crimson liquid.
He picked up the wine glass, and with his left hand, lifted **Hela**'s fair chin, examining her defiant, proud, contemptuous, and angry gaze with interest.
**Hela** suddenly broke free from **Tang Song**'s hand, splashing the red wine in her hand towards **Tang Song**'s face.
The crimson liquid splashed in the air, but with a glance from **Tang Song**, the liquid seemed to enter slow motion, suspended in mid-air. Then, with a raised eyebrow from **Tang Song**, the liquid suddenly gathered into a water sphere and returned to **Hela**'s wine glass.
"Don't waste it. This bottle of wine is worth two million US dollars!"
**Tang Song** took the glass full of red wine from **Hela**'s hand, then pinched her chin and poured it down her throat as she struggled.
The crimson liquid flowed down the corner of **Hela**'s lips, to her collarbone, soaking...
"Cough, cough, cough," the **Goddess**, whose divine power was sealed, now acted no different from a normal woman being forced.
She bit her lip, looking at **Tang Song** resentfully: "What exactly do you want to do?"
**Tang Song** casually threw the empty glass in his hand onto the tray held by the flight attendant standing by. He leaned down to look at **Hela**, his shadow almost completely enveloping her at this moment.
"I think whether it's **Helheim** or **Hell**, there's a common rule: whoever has the biggest fist is the **Leader**!"
**Tang Song** extended a finger and lifted **Hela**'s chin. A faint black energy spread across **Hela**'s fair face, but as the crushed gold plum blossom markings on her forehead bloomed with golden radiance, this power of death was suppressed back into her body by the golden light.
"I heard **Odin** say that you have an **Army of the Dead** capable of conquering and fighting, and that you yourself are a qualified **Commander**!"
"I am the **King**, the **God King** of **Asgard**! **Odin**, that old man, he betrayed the agreement! When I conquered the **Nine Realms** for him, he said he would pass the throne to me! He betrayed me!"
**Tang Song** appreciated **Hela**'s angry and unwilling gaze.
"Hmm, truly a short-tempered **Goddess**. Unfortunately, **Odin** is about to enter Ragnarök. The souls of the **Aesir** who have awakened their divinity will return to **Yggdrasil**, not **Helheim**. There's no way for you to get your revenge."
**Hela**'s chin was held up by **Tang Song**, her eyes full of anger mixed with doubt:
"Even if **Odin** dies, I will return to **Asgard** and take back what belongs to me. Why are you stopping me?"
"Ha!"
**Tang Song** looked at **Hela** with a smile and said, "The **God King** of **Asgard**, you haven't forgotten, have you? I introduced myself to you. **Earth** is my exclusive territory. But the first thing you'll do when you become **King** of **Asgard** is to conquer the **Nine Realms**. As an **Enemy**, why do you think I should stop you?"
"Release me, and I can guarantee that I will never set foot in **Midgard** from now on!" **Hela** deeply hid her resentment in her heart, forcing out a smile on her face.
"Is that so?"
**Tang Song**'s finger traced upwards along **Hela**'s chin, stroking her cheek.
"Unfortunately, that condition isn't enough, **Your Highness Hela**. **Odin** has already betrothed you to me. You are mine!"
**Hela** tilted her head, avoiding **Tang Song**'s finger. She calmly spoke: "What do you want? I can give you ten times what **Odin** promised you!"
**Tang Song** withdrew his hand, took a paper towel from the flight attendant beside him, and carefully wiped his fingers.
"I want you. I have many talented people under me, but I lack a commanding marshal with extremely powerful strength. I think you're quite suitable!"
"Alright, as long as you release me and allow me to seize **Asgard**, I will serve you!"
**Hela** gritted her teeth and promised.
**Chapter 295: Conquering Hela, Family Matters**
As Hela watched Tang Song, he lay on the leather sofa of his private jet, looking at her with a lazy posture.
He snapped his fingers, and a flight attendant on the private jet immediately pushed over a dining cart, respectfully presenting a transparent decanter filled with red wine and two crystal wine glasses.
The flight attendant, with her excellent figure, appearance, and temperament, leaned down carefully to pour the red wine from the decanter into the crystal wine glasses.
The flight attendant couldn't afford to be careless. Although she didn't know the price of this bottle of red wine, which had already been decanted, she knew that among the wines in the private jet's wine cabinet, the cheapest was no less than fifty thousand US dollars a bottle.
Soon, two glasses of red wine were presented to Tang Song and Hela. Under the lights of the private jet, the red wine in the wine glasses shimmered, like two beautiful pieces of craftsmanship.
"**King Odin** sealed you in **Helheim**. What is it like there? Is it like **Hell**, full of **Demons**, with daily slaughter and conflict? Very boring?"
Holding the wine glass, Tang Song didn't mention the **Church** and the **Heaven Dimension** again. Instead, he asked Hela about **Helheim** with some curiosity.
**Helheim** is also one of the **Nine Realms**, a place where, according to myths and legends, only the dead can enter.
In Norse myths and legends, the **Goddess of Death Hela** is the **Ruler** of **Helheim**, controlling the aging and disease of all things in the world.
The **Gate** of the **Underworld** is far from the **Mortal Realm**. To reach this place, one must pass through the **Gjöll River**. Over the river is a bridge suspended by a single hair, the **Gjallarbrú**. Those who cross the bridge must have their blood sucked dry by the **Bridge Guardian**, **Móðguðr**. The **Underworld** represents biting cold and deep darkness.
Unlike the myths and legends, in this **Marvel Universe**, **Hela** was sealed in **Helheim** by **Odin**.
"Heh, **Helheim**. That's the **Underworld** where the **Aesir** go after death. There are only dead souls without awareness or feeling. It's much more monotonous than **Hell**."
**Hela** shook the wine glass in front of her. As she brought the glass full of red wine to her lips, she said to **Tang Song**:
"But I think you'll like that place. If you remove this binding magic on my head, how about I give **Helheim** to you? Be the **Ruler** of a **World**!"
"**Ruler** of the **Death World**, that sounds quite interesting!"
**Tang Song** drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp. The flight attendant standing by quickly picked up the decanter and poured him the crimson liquid.
He picked up the wine glass, and with his left hand, lifted **Hela**'s fair chin, examining her defiant, proud, contemptuous, and angry gaze with interest.
**Hela** suddenly broke free from **Tang Song**'s hand, splashing the red wine in her hand towards **Tang Song**'s face.
The crimson liquid splashed in the air, but with a glance from **Tang Song**, the liquid seemed to enter slow motion, suspended in mid-air. Then, with a raised eyebrow from **Tang Song**, the liquid suddenly gathered into a water sphere and returned to **Hela**'s wine glass.
"Don't waste it. This bottle of wine is worth two million US dollars!"
**Tang Song** took the glass full of red wine from **Hela**'s hand, then pinched her chin and poured it down her throat as she struggled.
The crimson liquid flowed down the corner of **Hela**'s lips, to her collarbone, soaking...
"Cough, cough, cough," the **Goddess**, whose divine power was sealed, now acted no different from a normal woman being forced.
She bit her lip, looking at **Tang Song** resentfully: "What exactly do you want to do?"
**Tang Song** casually threw the empty glass in his hand onto the tray held by the flight attendant standing by. He leaned down to look at **Hela**, his shadow almost completely enveloping her at this moment.
"I think whether it's **Helheim** or **Hell**, there's a common rule: whoever has the biggest fist is the **Leader**!"
**Tang Song** extended a finger and lifted **Hela**'s chin. A faint black energy spread across **Hela**'s fair face, but as the crushed gold plum blossom markings on her forehead bloomed with golden radiance, this power of death was suppressed back into her body by the golden light.
"I heard **Odin** say that you have an **Army of the Dead** capable of conquering and fighting, and that you yourself are a qualified **Commander**!"
"I am the **King**, the **God King** of **Asgard**! **Odin**, that old man, he betrayed the agreement! When I conquered the **Nine Realms** for him, he said he would pass the throne to me! He betrayed me!"
**Tang Song** appreciated **Hela**'s angry and unwilling gaze.
"Hmm, truly a short-tempered **Goddess**. Unfortunately, **Odin** is about to enter Ragnarök. The souls of the **Aesir** who have awakened their divinity will return to **Yggdrasil**, not **Helheim**. There's no way for you to get your revenge."
**Hela**'s chin was held up by **Tang Song**, her eyes full of anger mixed with doubt:
"Even if **Odin** dies, I will return to **Asgard** and take back what belongs to me. Why are you stopping me?"
"Ha!"
**Tang Song** looked at **Hela** with a smile and said, "The **God King** of **Asgard**, you haven't forgotten, have you? I introduced myself to you. **Earth** is my exclusive territory. But the first thing you'll do when you become **King** of **Asgard** is to conquer the **Nine Realms**. As an **Enemy**, why do you think I should stop you?"
"Release me, and I can guarantee that I will never set foot in **Midgard** from now on!" **Hela** deeply hid her resentment in her heart, forcing out a smile on her face.
"Is that so?"
**Tang Song**'s finger traced upwards along **Hela**'s chin, stroking her cheek.
"Unfortunately, that condition isn't enough, **Your Highness Hela**. **Odin** has already betrothed you to me. You are mine!"
**Hela** tilted her head, avoiding **Tang Song**'s finger. She calmly spoke: "What do you want? I can give you ten times what **Odin** promised you!"
**Tang Song** withdrew his hand, took a paper towel from the flight attendant beside him, and carefully wiped his fingers.
"I want you. I have many talented people under me, but I lack a commanding marshal with extremely powerful strength. I think you're quite suitable!"
"Alright, as long as you release me and allow me to seize **Asgard**, I will serve you!"
**Hela** gritted her teeth and promised.
