Chapter 83 Agatha Reveals Her True Colors
Gel's gaze did not fall on the Frost Giant King, because the aura he had just sensed was far more than just the Frost Giant King.
A moment later, from a cluster of giant rocks not far away, emerged numerous frost giants, their bodies a deep, iron-blue color. At a glance, there were hundreds of them. Each frost giant exuded an incredibly powerful aura.
Two of the Frost Giants, who were taller and stronger than the others, walked up to Loki.
Gel looked ahead with a solemn expression—the Frost Giants had fought against the Asgardians before. Even though they were eventually suppressed and lost the Frost Giants' artifact, the Ancient Winter Coffin, their strength was still considerable.
Especially the Frost Giant King Laufey, even though he only revealed a small part of his frost power, it was enough to show how terrifying he was.
At the very least, that was a power that neither he nor Thor could match.
Loki watched with interest the despair on Gale and Thor's faces, seemingly oblivious to the two frost giants beside him, and sighed softly: "I had originally intended to watch you both die, but I have more important matters to attend to. So, you two will die here in silence. It's a pity I won't be able to witness your cries and agony before you die. Of course, brother, after all, we've been brothers for thousands of years, I will ensure your bodies slumber in Asgard."
Thor glanced at the two frost giants beside Loki and instinctively sensed something was wrong. His brows furrowed tightly. "Loki, what are you trying to do?"
"You'll never know what I'm going to do." Loki's lips curled into a cold smile, then his expression turned serious as he shouted to the sky, "Heimdall!"
A moment later, to Thor's astonishment, a seven-colored light stirred the ice and snow of Jotunheim and suddenly descended from the sky.
"How is that possible?"
Thor was so shocked that he almost lost his voice—why did Heimdall not respond to his call, but instead responded to Loki's call?
"Poor Thor, the people of Asgard already know your foolishness and tyranny, and no longer acknowledge your identity." In a moment, the Rainbow Bridge had reached mid-air, getting closer and closer to Loki.
At this moment, Gale had no interest in listening to the brothers' harsh words—the one using the Rainbow Bridge at this moment was definitely not Heimdall; Loki was merely using psychological tactics.
Ger raised his hand high, then pressed it down forcefully. As he did so, the spatial energy in the sky rushed toward his palm.
This was his and Thor's last chance to escape.
"jingle."
With a crisp sound, Gol and Thor disappeared simultaneously and then reappeared in the mirror space.
Gel quickly opened a portal next to himself and Thor, then looked at Thor and said in a deep voice, "Whether we can escape or not depends on this."
The two portals he opened led in different directions. After all, given the current situation, there was no point in him staying with Thor, so they had no choice but to separate and escape.
Or to put it more bluntly, I hope one of them can escape.
All the chaotic energy within Geer's body surged towards the spatial gate, and the spatial gate, under Geer's full-force opening, rapidly expanded.
But the next moment, Gel's expression changed drastically—the surrounding mirror space shattered instantly, and he and Thor reappeared in the real space.
Also shattered were the two spatial doors that were not yet fully opened.
At that moment, Gale happened to witness the scene of the Rainbow Bridge taking Loki away.
In the seven-colored light, Loki cast a disdainful glance at Gol, seemingly mocking his overestimation of his abilities.
Geer's heart sank completely.
While Ger was in dire straits, Wanda was also experiencing some astonishing changes.
The small town in New Jersey had transitioned from its midday hustle and bustle to the quiet of the afternoon—everyone had returned home after playing all day, and Wanda was no exception.
Wanda opened all the windows in the house, smelling the fragrance of flowers carried by the spring breeze as she packed her belongings.
"Are you leaving?" Agatha asked, stroking the rabbit and watching Wanda pack her things.
As Wanda put some small toys she had bought over the past few days into the box, she looked up at Agatha and said with a smile, "Yes, I came here to travel around. I've been here for several days now, and it's time to leave and go play somewhere else."
Wanda's light blonde hair was casually tied behind her back, swaying slightly in the breeze.
A smile appeared on Agatha's face as well, but she stood aside without saying a word, silently stroking the rabbit in her hand, as if she was reluctant to part with Wanda.
A moment later, Wanda searched around but couldn't find what she was looking for.
With a puzzled look, Wanda put down her hands that were packing, slowly straightened up, and although her delicate face was full of smiles, there was a hint of seriousness in those smiles compared to before: "I can't seem to find a notebook where I keep notes. Have you seen it, Agatha?"
Agatha waved her hand slightly, and a thick notebook slowly flew from a distance into her hand. At the same time, a ball of deep purple energy emerged from her hand. Her attire also changed. Her original noble and reserved lady's attire was replaced by a heavy, deep purple dress and cloak.
At this moment, Agatha looked like a medieval witch.
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