It is impossible just to have power constantly washing and torturing us!

Hela’s hatred will last for thousands of years and will not be simply eliminated.

 But this also means that she will endure a longer period of time in Johanna's "redemption".

Those who devote themselves wholeheartedly to hatred will not reflect on themselves, and those who only want to prove themselves will not listen to other people's persuasion.

Even at this time, Hela was swollen like a corpse buried in the ground with a "giant view", and the skin was separated from the bones and flesh and was trembling like a balloon.

 She did not feel the slightest regret.

 The power of the Holy Crusaders is not very refined, and the process of being washed away by divine faith is full of pain.

But the lotus blooming in the mud is the most beautiful, and the flower in the depth of sin is incomparably beautiful.

 “May you bear my pain one day!”

Hela spoke in Johanna's tone, her voice trembling in pain.

 The cold hatred in it is like a substance that resists Johanna's power.

 Johanna didn’t say much.

 She is a Crusader, not a priest!

 For her, redemption is just a means to witness whether an existence still has a chance.

 Those who are hopeless will be reduced to ashes in the endless flight, and what is left is the existence worthy of redemption.

  What happened in Bulcaisel was more worthy of Johanna's attention than Hela.

  She felt the turmoil on the ground, felt the anger coming from Bulcaisso passing through the air, and her mind had already flown to Bulcaisuo.

 Of course she will pay attention to the coming of the Burning Hell, and she is not stupid enough to be easily attracted to it.

It’s just that Johanna also knew very well that if she didn’t leave, the Hell Demon would not show up in front of her and Bulcaisel.

 Now that there is only one lie and three demons left, more than two hell demons will not appear in this place.

 All she has to do is give the Demon King of Hell a chance to show up.

 As for Hela, an excuse to leave.

 “Redeeming” a sinless person is merely incidental.

Compassion is always there, but mercy should only be shown to people who have always been kind.

 The Crusaders are an armed force! They are combatants fighting against demons!

 Forgiveness without a bottom line will only lead to more hatred.

 “Johanna, teleport over here!”

Burkeso's voice rang in Johanna's ears, and the turmoil on the ground finally stopped.

Johanna waved the butcher's knife with only the handle remaining and opened the portal in front of her, dragging Hela and rushing in directly.

 There is no slowdown...

 When she passed through the portal, she directly collided with Mocott's pickup truck.

Johanna's war horse rushed over without wavering, and the pickup truck forged by Rasuk turned into pieces in mid-air.

 “Ha! Johanna!”

Mocott shouted loudly in mid-air, and landed directly in front of Johanna with a somewhat weird posture.

There was excitement in his voice. As for the pickup truck forged by Rasuk being broken, it’s not worth caring about at all!

Who said that Rasuq's craftsmanship is not good enough to add a legendary Sakala shoulder armor to the car.

 A car that cannot even be indestructible is not interesting at all!

 “Mocott? What does this mean?”

　　The war horse that Johanna was riding suddenly disappeared, and Hela behind her finally had time to rest.

She rolled twice like a bloated rubber ball and hit a rock and stopped.

 “Who is this?”

Tony sat by a campfire and asked Rumlow next to him, with curiosity in his eyes.

Although Johanna didn’t look energetic and her armor was covered in dust, it couldn’t cover up the dazzling brilliance.

His heroic appearance made Tony a little concerned.

 On the other hand, Natasha was comparing her appearance with Johanna.

 This is Natasha's habit. Rare beauties will always subconsciously compare their beauty.

 There is no malice in it, but it is just a comparison.

 “I don’t know, but he is obviously an acquaintance of the ancestors.”

 Rumlow rubbed his nose, and then his body shook unnaturally.

 Even after he became a barbarian, his sins did not disappear.

 When facing Johanna, he instinctively felt the danger.

 “What about the ball at the back?”

 When Tony said "ball", Hela's body began to return to its original shape little by little.

 She is also a rare beauty, but she is much more enchanting.

The meager strength of the Hell Demon King in Hela's body has been burned away by the previous drag.

 It’s just that the feelings full of hatred haven’t had time to be reversed.

"have no idea."

 Rumlow avoided Johanna’s gaze intentionally or unintentionally, and spoke in a perfunctory manner.

Then Thor stood in front of Hela and stretched out his arm.

“Madam, I feel a familiar aura from your body.”

Thor spoke boldly, and his conversation and behavior seemed no different from those of the young people he chatted up on the street.

"Me too."

Hela straightened her appearance, then grabbed Thor's hand and stood up.

 The aura inherited from Odin in Thor made Hela very unhappy.

 She had already recognized the identity of the person in front of her after just one face-to-face meeting.

Even though he was imprisoned, Hela was still able to get some information from her brothers who served as jailers.

 Thor's news was something Baldr always mentioned.

 Thunder, the next Lord of Asgard.

Although Baldr has been directly killed by Mephisto, Hela is always full of nostalgia for this younger brother.

 That was the brother who had been with her the longest.

He is also the person she hates most besides Odin.

 “Johanna, long time no see. It seems like you are not having a good time these days?”

 Vida suddenly appeared in front of him and greeted Johanna.

 Behind Vader, Banner and Betty were constantly observing all this.

As for General Ross, he was called away by the old General Qualkek at this time.

 Probably undergoing revision.

“I heard that some of your recruits can bite black bread with their gums without making a sound?”

Johanna took out the remaining piece of black bread and waved it around, asking Vida.

 She still remembered Bulcaisel’s cold joke from before.

 Rumlow poked Casillas, who was sitting next to him, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

 “Ha, you’re famous, brother.”

“Shut up, if you don’t want to feel my forehead being tempered by the ancestors of Kanuk!”

  Casillas drank rudely.

 As soon as he lifted his gums and bit into the black bread, Casillas felt his jaw hurt from the wind.

 This is all a conditioned reflex.

“Johanna, I’ve said it before, but I have to say it again. Welcome back!”

Burkeso stood in the center of the crowd and said to Johanna.

"Welcome back."
To be continued...