The Rise Of A Porter

Chapter 501 - Battle Of Alfheim Arc: Who's Next? (1)

Hercules wasn't the only one who heard Arnold's command. All four of them did, he probably wanted to kill the Asgardians by himself which made sense as unlike the Elves, killing the Asgardians might increase his influence quite a bit and he wasn't a big enough fool to waste an opportunity like that. 

'Subdue them... that's easier said than done.' A vein bulged out of Hercules' head, 'Killing them would be much better. But since the man has spoken, I'll have to do as asked of me.'

Saying so, Hercules took his gauntlets off as he didn't want to accidentally kill any of them. Heimdall did something similar and put his sword back in the sheath. He was going to fight them with the sheathed sword, that way, he'll be able to kick their asses without worrying about killing them. 

Sif and the warriors, unaware of Arnold's command, saw this as an act of utter disrespect. To them, it looked as if their opponents were mocking them, which was far from the truth. Both Heimdall and Hercules knew it wouldn't be an easy task to subdue them and were taking it extremely seriously. 

But even without weapons, they were confident in stopping them, but with a bit of... overexertion from their side. 

"Try to limit your blows below the waist." Heimdall whispered into Herules' ears as he walked closer to him, "If we can cripple their legs then they are done for."

"Right... How about I rip their limbs off? He said he wanted them alive but didn't state anything other than that."

"Don't run your barbaric mind." Heimdall shook his head, "It will be better if they are in prime condition when Master arrives. Who knows why he wants them alive. It could be to increase his influence, but I think there is some other reason as well."

"You think too much, you know that?" Hercules scoffed before bursting his knuckles, "Whatever, I'll do what you want but this time, let me handle those three clowns and fight the bitch yourself."

"Why? Did she scare the champion of Olympus?"

"Nah. She makes me mad and I might accidentally end up killing her. So I thought it would be better if someone more delicate and collected, handled the matter."

"Stop whispering amongst yourselves-" Volstarg rushed in and swung his gigantic axe to behead the two of them.

But his plan didn't work out as well as he had expected, because a moment later his head was firmly planted under Heimdall's feet, while the rest of his body was quickly immobilised thanks to Alice's quick enchanting debuffs.

"Didn't I teach you to shut your yapping mouth when the elders are talking? I disappear for a while and all of you start thinking that you're the king of this universe or something. What is the All-father even thinking letting you punks out loose?" 

"Oi! I told you to leave those three alone." Hercules uttered in annoyance.

"Then you should have been quick about it. Fine. You can have the remaining two. I'll put Sif to place."

Saying that Heimdall removed his feet off of Volstarg and started walking towards Sif. However, it seemed like the elves had different plans. At one point in time, Heimdall had sworn to protect the elves, but that time was long gone. The only promise he cared about was the one he made to Arnold. 

Sif blew a horn and charged towards him, followed by the vicious horde of Elves, the same happened on Hercules' side. Their agility had grown surprisingly by a lot, but that wasn't all. Alice's debuffs weren't working on them anymore. Thankfully, Volstarg still couldn't move but the rest of them were unaffected by her spells. 

Sif thought this would force her opponents to back up. However, as soon as she saw Heimdall charging right towards them, she was taken by surprise. His sword was still sheathed, but even so, each swing of his sword was backed up with enough strength to rid any elves that came in touch useless to the battle.

Heimdall avoided all of the enemy attacks while putting numerous souls out of their misery. He swung his sword in a beautiful arc, incapacitating anyone who came within the range of his attack. But he didn't stop there, he immediately changed direction and slashed at yet another wave of elves. 

The scariest part about it? His eyes were shut while he took the lives of all those elves. Even though he was no longer bound to his oath, he couldn't just blindly kill them all. That was the difference between a god and a warrior. 

Sif saw it and her steps faltered. She knew even with the trick they had pulled there, it wouldn't be possible for them to defeat Heimdall and Hercules simultaneously.

'I can't believe that I'm thinking about retreating... but it's the right choice.' Sif slowly started taking steps backwards, 'The rest of them can think about themselves later. I need to escape before it gets too late.'

She opened a portal back to Asgard and was about to jump in when someone grabbed onto her shoulder and pulled her back. 

"Cowards... just like I thought." Arnold's voice echoed over the noise of the battlefield, "I don't know why people are so scared of a bunch of running bastards."

"It's you!" Sif roared and swung her sword at Arnold who grabbed onto it and it disappeared into nothingness.

"... Coward and brain dead. Things are not looking bright for you at all." 

Saying so, Arnold punched a hole open in Sif's abdomen and ripped her intestines out. It was a truly gory scene seeing her blood and organs spew out of her body like a fountain... it was too much. Even Sif looked more surprised than she felt pain. Surprised that someone who was once a mortal could be so ruthless.

However, Arnold did not give her much time to wonder and ripped her head apart from her body right in front of everyone before throwing her remains inside his domain. He wasn't planning to use her for anything, but he couldn't let her corpse be outside or those gods would resurrect her.

"So.... who's next?"