A gentle breeze blew through the forest.
Alan Folker and Hela's gazes met, both standing between two giant trees.
"Who are you?" Hela's eyes turned cold, looking at the ferocious Hollow mask before her, a powerful aura emanating from the terrifying face, as she asked indifferently.
"Grim Reaper Aizen!" Alan Folker replied calmly and naturally.
Hela frowned slightly upon hearing this and asked, "You are not Karola. Is this matter also related to you?"
"No, quite the opposite. My goal is the same as yours," Alan Folker responded.
He was now certain that his Hela was the Goddess of Death, but what did that matter? It couldn't change his initial thoughts.
Hela, no matter who she was, he would definitely support her!
Destroy Odin, slaughter Thor! He would spare no effort!
Seeing Hela seemingly lost in thought, Alan Folker spoke again, "As a pregnant woman, being too active isn't very good for the baby."
"You seem to know yourself well. Since there's no relation, then leave. I'll spare your life," Hela said, her voice resonant and solemn.
"Thank you, but he's not dead yet!" Alan Folker smiled, realizing that his wife was indeed the kindest to him, feeling extremely relieved.
"Not dead? But his body was already pierced by my blade, like a Poke beehive," Hela said, unconvinced.
A corpse was clearly right in front of her; the person before her was completely spouting nonsense. How could he not be dead?
"He's indeed not dead. Karola possesses a second life. The death you saw is an illusion. If you don't believe me, let's make a bet," Alan Folker slowly walked towards the meteor's corpse, knelt down, and removed the power from his body, saying.
"A bet? What do you want to bet?" Hela showed a curious expression and asked. It was the first time she had met such an interesting person. Although there were still reservations, she was quite interested now.
"If I win, I'll tell your husband your identity! If I lose, I'll protect you all, and today's events will absolutely not happen again," Alan Folker smiled slightly, his voice as gentle as still water.
"With your power, becoming a personal bodyguard for my husband is not bad, but let's add one more thing: if I win, you take off your mask," Hela replied with interest.
"Good! Deal!"
Alan Folker really wanted to know how Hela would reveal her identity tonight. Instead of him discovering it, it would be more loyal if she said it herself.
The silent forest was devoid of any noise.
Two gazes focused on the meteor's body, but there was no change in him.
Even Alan Folker began to doubt that the one before him was not a high-level Karola, but just a new type of Karola, a killer type.
"It seems you lost!" Hela glanced at Alan Folker , saying triumphantly.
Alan Folker never expected to actually lose. It seemed he had indeed misjudged. "Alright, I'll admit defeat!"
He reached out and grabbed his mask.
And just then, the blood around the meteor solidified, and his body twitched slightly.
With just a trace of movement, Alan Folker and Hela simultaneously sensed the meteor's life aura.
"How is this possible? Two lives?" Hela was somewhat surprised, but the next second she returned to her indifferent state. Even if it were three or four times, Hela would kill him again.
Alan Folker stared at the meteor, watching him slowly stand up. He exchanged a glance with Hela, clearly not convinced and wanting to prove his strength again.
But Alan Folker remembered that after Karola died once, his second life's power would be greatly weakened. Let alone dealing with Hela, he couldn't even defeat Black Widow in combat alone.
"Kneel!" Alan Folker released a powerful spiritual pressure that swept through the surroundings.
The meteor's angry expression suddenly turned to terror, and he fell to his knees. He looked at Alan Folker , astonished, "Grim Reaper Aizen!"
"I didn't expect you all to know me!" Alan Folker said calmly.
The meteor endured the power of the spiritual pressure, trying to stand up, but no matter how he used his strength, he couldn't. Finally, he gave up resisting and said bitterly, "Indeed, Blood Queen was right. The power of spiritual pressure is something we can't contend with."
"Spiritual pressure!" Hela, however, felt nothing. She only felt that the surrounding aura was very rich, but she didn't feel any oppressive sensation.
Alan Folker couldn't help but glance at Hela. As expected of the Goddess of Death, level six spiritual pressure had no effect on her.
He had wanted to tease her properly, but it seemed he had to abandon that idea.
"But don't get too complacent. When the Great Demon King completely breaks his shackles, you will just be his food," the meteor struggled for a while, then said indifferently.
His voice was cold; he knew he was doomed today, but he showed no fear.
"Great Demon King, I'll have to give him a good try!" Alan Folker nodded upon hearing this, responding casually.
Hela frowned, saying coldly, "Too much nonsense!"
A sword appeared in her hand, the Sword of the Night Sky, and she slowly walked towards the meteor.
The meteor looked up at Hela, sneering, "Everything discovered now, the Great Demon King will see clearly."
"I, Shadow Assassin Meteor, die without regret!"
Hela's expression remained unchanged. She swung the Sword of the Night Sky, a single strike to the throat.
She seemed to be thinking that if Karola revived again, it would be better to cut off his head. That way, he surely couldn't revive again.
Alan Folker watched Hela's decisive actions and suddenly felt that she was indeed the Goddess of Death, it was completely her.
Hela turned around, her indifferent expression looking at Alan Folker , and said calmly, "This time, you win. I will fulfill my promise!"
"But the next time we meet, you will only face death!"
Hela threw down a sentence, then vanished into a blur.
Alan Folker looked at Hela's retreating figure, took off his mask, and revealed a faint smile.
Goddess of Death!
Hela!
It seemed everything had become very interesting. The woman who had been with him for so long was actually Aunt Hela.
Alan Folker could no longer distinguish whether the Goddess of Death in his mind was real, or if his wife was the true form.
In any case, Hela seemed to be very fond of him. In that case, he had indeed received her protection.
Thinking of this, Alan Folker 's heart seemed to no longer care. He only hoped to accompany Hela now, waiting for the arrival of Ragnarok, and personally help her.
Alan Folker would not easily allow Hela to be killed.
He thought for a moment, glanced at the meteor, and slowly walked towards the forest exit.
Now that two of the Twelve Great Leaders had died, their vitality was greatly damaged. For them, it was indeed a good thing.