Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 464 Grasping the Principal Contradiction
"The Wailing Wall?" Hela was in battle form, her face half goddess, half demon. A single upward curve of her demonic lips nearly terrified a captured Greek jailer from the underworld.

“Great Goddess, the Wall of Sighs is the boundary separating the Pure Land of Elysium from the Underworld. It is a wall of despair that only gods, uh, only Olympian gods, can enter. No matter how powerful the energy impact, it remains unscathed. For all beings except gods, it brings only despair. It is truly a wall of sighs, unless…” He spoke with an air of complete confidence.

"Speak. I'll decide your reward based on the value of your information." Hela raised an eyebrow dismissively.

"Unless the light of hope can fill the depths of darkness, that is, the energy of the sun, the source of all things in the world, can break through the Wailing Wall. But where in the underworld can sunlight come from?" The guy chuckled dryly, revealing a fawning expression.

He was talking about an open secret.

Because beings below the level of gods cannot do this, Hades doesn't mind revealing this secret.

"Oh? Is this Hades's trump card?" Hela scoffed.

"It seems so." With a casual divine spell, the River Styx, which mortal souls could not cross, froze over with a thick layer of ice, allowing the Helheim Guardians to pass through in formation.

Hela turned to Scáthach and smiled slightly: "I might have to ask you for help this time."

“No problem,” Scáthach said softly.

The three goddesses of the underworld gazed into the distance at a view that would surely awe any bard.

It was a long battle line that stretched from the first River Styx to both sides of the horizon after crossing the riverbank.

The army of underworld guards from Helheim appeared to stretch endlessly. They wore seemingly heavy, dark green armor, and their skull-like eye sockets flickered with gleaming, eerie blue ghostly flames. Any being in the underworld with a modicum of common sense could easily discern just how extraordinarily powerful the immortal energy contained within each of these underworld guards was.

Any one of these guys, if released into the outside world, could easily destroy a town.

Visually speaking, the end of the battle line has become an undulating, faint shadow, like a horizon suspended between the sea and the sky.

Only Hela and the others knew that this marked the boundary between the Aesir and the Olympian underworld forces.

On their side, tens of thousands of Greek ghosts were handcuffed and dragged away by the menacing Helheim guards; on the other side of the line, countless wandering spirits fled like frightened chicks, chattering and scattering.

This scene couldn't even be described as a life-or-death struggle; it was merely a one-sided looting.

The Helheim side was like a swarm of locusts attacking a field, devouring everything in sight.

However, this is just an appetizer. With the three great judges of the underworld of Greece now dead, no powerful figures will stand in their way here.

The real test is at the Wailing Wall.

The ghosts on the outskirts are captured, and to Hades, this is even a burden he is placing on the underworld.

After all, the recent mass deaths of Greeks had already overburdened the underworld. Losing these ghosts was nothing compared to the damage.

Before long, the three goddesses of Helheim, with thousands of their followers, crossed the vast gray plain known as the Fields of Truth, where two roads led to the Paradise of Elysée (the Land of Blessed Happiness) and the Hell of Tartarus.

By this time, Hell had already been destroyed by Cronus and the other Titans. The vengeful spirits imprisoned there, along with the unfortunate souls thrown in recently, had long since escaped through the fissure leading to Mount Olympus. Going there was pointless. Hela's only goal, naturally, was the world beyond the Wailing Wall, the Elysian Paradise symbolizing the eternal bliss of the dead—the true essence of the Greek underworld.

The Helheim army surrounded the Wall of Sighs.

This is a city wall that looks only ten stories high.

No, it doesn't even look like a city wall. Because this stone wall, which looks like white jade but is actually made of some unknown material, is covered with murals praising Hades and depicting the paradise behind him.

Hela chuckled. "Alright, we should knock on the door now. Let the fools behind us know that the true ruler has arrived."

Ai Lei rolled her eyes at Hela: Knocking? This is more like kicking the door down!

Scáthach didn't seem to care. She turned around, her fingers gripping the gun so loosely, as if she were holding a piece of paper.

As the runes on the [Gungnir] spear lit up one by one, the divine light emanating from each character felt like golden sap seeping from the roots of the World Tree. The moment the spear twisted its waist in a lunge, the surrounding underworld trembled, and as the spear tip tore through the air, it seemed as if a million souls simultaneously let out terrified screams.

She casually tossed a spear towards the dome of the underworld behind her army.

When the spiral-shaped stream of light, with only two ends and no middle trajectory, pierced through the sky, a strange divine power first surged continuously in the dome above the underworld, and then different kinds of radiance flowed out like a wound.

The next instant, as the disintegrating fragments of the dome fell amidst the brilliant sunlight, the entire underworld trembled.

The seemingly harmless sunlight poured down at a 45-degree angle, and in a single glance, the entire Wall of Sighs was as if it had been hit by a giant cannonball, instantly unleashing a shockwave resembling a ring nebula.

On the pristine and supposedly incredibly sturdy city wall, a terrifying gap resembling a lava trench was burned into it by the sunlight. Within seconds, the Wall of Sighs, exposed to the sun, melted completely, like a candle touched by a raging flame, turning into a lump of something resembling white wax.

"Ahhh!"

Sensing such a terrifying scene, countless ghosts in the underworld let out terrified screams.

At the same time, Hela's unrestrained laughter echoed throughout the entire Elysee Park.

[Hehehe—Hela, lord of Helheim, the underworld of the Aesir, is on a mission, targeting only Hades and his minions. Anyone who's being foolish enough to ignore this can come out and discuss things with me.]

To be honest, the moment the Wailing Wall melted, Hela sensed that several powerful beings in the Underworld had been thoroughly alarmed. They cast bewildered glances, staring with immense hostility at the army from Helheim. If Hela continued her advance without understanding the situation, they might just jump out.

After Hela said that, they turned their attention back to the present.

Hela was unaware that the ones spying on them were Nyx, the goddess of night, and Erebus, the god of darkness. As the oldest of the first gods, they did not obey Hades. However, their power was not to be underestimated.

Hela only knew that she should focus on the main contradiction and specifically deal with the core gods under Zeus.

(End of this chapter)