Sovereign of the Ashes-Chapter 1316: Hela’s Interrogation

“There’s no need to think about it. Of course, it’s going to be me!” Murg said, patting his chest.

He was an extremely well-built and dark-skinned knight, clad in heavy black armor.

His weapon of choice was a bladeless axe—a weapon that only those absolutely confident in their own strength would wield.

It was made for warriors who relied purely on brute force to smash their enemies.

The only one tougher and more resilient than Murg was Marcus from the Order of Cercis Shield.

However, Marcus was old, and it was wiser not to deploy a powerful Rank Five knight like him on the front lines right away.

“Sir Murg can lead the initial charge. I can take over if he needs help midway through,” Sein offered.

“You?” Murg stared at him, eyes wide in surprise.

He did not mean to look down on Sein, but having a mage take the frontline was the last thing he expected to see.

Of course, he did not know that Sein had tempered his body with the Verdant Flame technique, making his constitution far stronger than that of an ordinary Rank Four mage.

Marcus, however, was not surprised. The veteran knight merely contemplated silently, unsure whether to agree or object.

At that moment, Angreas grinned and added, “I can also take the lead, if necessary.”

The Kermoine Serpent bloodline was not known for its resilience, but Angreas, as a Bloodline Warlock, had a far stronger constitution than most mages of his rank.

Among all the major spellcaster professions in Magus World, Bloodline Warlocks were the only ones who could rival knights in physique.

In terms of recovery and resistance to damage, certain Bloodline Warlocks could even outperform knights on the battlefield.

Under Grimm’s control, massive space gates roared with elemental energy.

Combat legions stood below them, ready for the assault.

Sein and the others had already finalized the first phase of their Pyreling World campaign. The native specimens Grimm captured earlier had long been distributed among the mages of the four divine towers for study.

Hovering directly above the largest space gate were two fortresses—one belonging to Sein and the other to Murg. They would serve as the war platforms leading the initial assault.

This was Sein’s suggestion; he wanted to see for himself what kind of destructive power his Ashen Fortress could unleash.

Marcus and the others were happy to oblige, knowing Sein’s fortress was the strongest and most devastating of the four deployed in this war.

It was, without question, the best choice for the Magus Civilization’s legions to spearhead the assault and secure a foothold in Pyreling World.

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While Sein and the others were in the demiplane outside Magus World, Hela had just returned to the Mountain of Gods in Titan World, and she was giving her two problematic brothers a serious lecture.

“Speak! Who did you sell the Golden Apple you stole from the orchard to?” Hela sat casually in the Temple of Death, fixing her sharp gaze on Thor and Loki below.

She had only just returned to Titan World, but the moment she heard a Golden Apple had gone missing, she could guess with her eyes closed that these two fools had something to do with it.

The Golden Apples Titan World produced were not only rare and precious, but each one was meticulously recorded. There was no way one could simply “go missing”.

Although Golden Apples belonged to the Magus Alliance, Titan World was both their cultivator and custodian. Some of the fruits were kept for internal use, which was why Thor and Loki had eaten so many when they were kids.

Hela was their elder sister, and her authority was not something they could challenge.

Thor and Loki exchanged glances, each waiting for the other to speak first.

Seeing their hesitation, Hela smiled coldly. She raised her slender finger and pointed directly at Thor, silently ordering him to confess.

Thor rolled his eyes. Why did the family always seem to favor Loki? Was it just because he was the youngest?

As he hesitated, debating whether to keep quiet for Sein’s sake, a silver serpent slithered from Hela’s hair and hissed at him.

The World Serpent, Jormungandr, was Hela’s pet and her deadliest weapon.

It was a gift from their grandfather, given to her before he left the Astral Realm.

Thor’s eyes grew moist. Why did nothing good ever come his way?

He had never even met his grandfather, much less received any gifts from him.

The hammer he wielded was only given to him after countless pleas to his parents.

Meanwhile, Hela could easily get weapons that qualified as world-class secret treasures.

Among overlord-level beings, she was considered well-off.

Staring into Jormungandr’s cold, slit-pupiled eyes, Thor gulped hard before he confessed everything to his elder sister.

Thor had no better choice. He had been bitten by that serpent as a child, and though he feared Jormungandr, he feared Hela even more.

Her title, the “Goddess of Death”, alone was enough to show her power and status in Titan World.

When she heard that Thor had sold the Golden Apple to Sein for seventy million magicoins, her expression flickered with surprise, then understanding.

Of course, Thor did not forget to mention the role Loki played in the whole scheme.

In truth, it was Loki who carried out the break-in at the Golden Apple Orchard, whose divine abilities included sneaking, stealing, disguising, and shadow manipulation.

The only reason he even got his hands on the Golden Apple was not because of his skills, but because he had a privilege no one else did: unrestricted access to the Golden Apple Orchard, granted by their mother.

Even Thor did not have that privilege. It showed just how favored Loki was in the family.

Thor himself used to have it once, but he lost it after snapping a branch off a Golden Apple Tree as a child.

Hearing all this, Loki nearly jumped up to smack his idiot brother.

What angered him was that Thor actually mentioned that he got only thirty million magicoins, while the remaining forty million had gone to Loki.

Hela, however, did not seem too bothered by this incident anymore.

After thinking for a moment, she shot a sharp glare at her two younger brothers and said, “That Golden Apple you stole... I’ll count it under my quota.”

“Don’t ever pull something like this again, or I’ll make sure you regret it!” she warned, shaking her fist at them.

Thor and Loki quickly nodded like chicks pecking at grain.