42 42: Training Heroic Warriors

The caregivers are also delicate and considerate, but these maids disturbed Hela and looked at Rhodes quietly, Hela was a little angry.

However, as these maids belong to Rhodes, Hela can't just punish them casually.

And I don't know why, when Hela saw these beautiful Valkyrie warriors beside Rhodes, she felt some inexplicable displeasure in her heart, and even Hela herself couldn't figure out why.

Rhodes stood up.

Walk to Hela's side.

"Are you looking for me?"

Hela looked at Rhodes, with a vague smile on her face.

"Yes, God King Odin sent you a new mission."

"What mission?"

"Train the heroes of the Hall of Valor."

"You also know that these heroic warriors in the Hall of Valor are formed by the condensed spirits of warriors from the Nine Worlds who died in battle. After transferring their deceased souls to heaven, they are reborn as God Race warriors in the Hall of Valor."

"They possess formidable divine bodies, yet they still retain their previous personalities and cognition."

"Despite their power, their lack of discipline has led to chaos and insubordination. Odin has dispatched many individuals to manage these heroic warriors in the Hall of Valor, but all have failed."

"As the new guardian of the Nine Realms, I believe you have the ability to discipline them."

Rhodes instantly understood.

Indeed, in preparation for Ragnarok, God King Odin had not hesitated to sacrifice numerous powerful warriors from the Nine Realms on the battlefield.

He then collected the souls of these fallen warriors and reconstituted them as heroes within the Hall of Valor.

While these heroes had become stronger, their loyalty and obedience were lacking compared to other Protoss warriors.

With newfound strength, they were prone to rebellion and indiscipline.

It was indeed a challenge.

Rhodes nodded.

"Okay, I understand. I'll head there now."

Rhodes got ready to depart.

The maids set aside the books they were carrying and draped Rhodes in his Nine Realms Guardian cloak. This garment was a symbol of status, and dressing neatly was necessary before going out.

Several maids gently placed the capes on Rhodes.

Hela glanced at the maids with a complex expression, then turned and left without saying a word.

...

Rhodes arrived at the Temple of Valor.

A towering white temple stood atop a peak.

A colossal beam of light shot skyward from the Temple of Valor, penetrating the heavens.

Rhodes could even see humanoid forms descending from the sky within the great beam of light, entering the Hall of Valor.

This immense light beam seemed to be a conduit for gathering the souls of fallen warriors from the Nine Realms.

This was where the souls of the fallen warriors from the Nine Realms were remade.

Rhodes ascended the grand steps and entered the expansive square before the Temple of Valor.

Many warriors clad in golden armor congregated in groups on the square, some chatting, some drinking, and others engaged in games.

It hardly looked like a soldier's training ground; rather, it resembled a sprawling entertainment venue.

It was fortunate that these individuals weren't causing trouble; otherwise, the Temple of Valor might have been transformed into a massive discotheque.

In broad daylight, this assembly of heroic warriors appeared lax and carefree. It was no wonder God King Odin had delegated this task to Rhodes.

As Rhodes stepped onto the square of the Temple of Valor, hundreds of heroic warriors turned their attention towards him.

Amid their lively chatter, they evaluated Rhodes' Nine Realms Guardian cloak and spear.

There was no sign of reverence for Rhodes' arrival.

No one even saluted him.

Rhodes shook his head in disbelief.

As expected, they were a rebellious bunch.

Rhodes raised his voice.

"Everyone, gather!"

Silence persisted.

Then, to Rhodes' astonishment, the group of warriors burst into uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha..."

"What's this idiot blabbering about?"

"I have no idea. Maybe he thinks he's in charge."

"He's actually telling us to gather?"

"Cut it out. Who cares about him? He's just another fool. Ignore him and let's keep on drinking."

Rhodes stood on the square, and his orders went completely ignored; he looked like a fool.

Veins started to bulge on Rhodes' forehead.

Then, his guardian spear shot out like lightning.

The target was naturally those heroic warriors who had mocked him while drinking.

The guardian spear moved so swiftly that the four or five warriors engrossed in their drinks had no time to react.

Boom...

An enormous crater, over ten meters in diameter, was blasted into the square of the Temple of Valor.

The resulting shockwave sent twenty or thirty heroic warriors tumbling away from the epicenter.

This was where Rhodes' guardian spear had struck.

The few warriors who were drinking found themselves humiliated, and were only just regaining their footing.

For a moment, their surroundings darkened before they collapsed to the ground.

The golden armor on their bodies was scorched black by the impact.

Their appearance was extremely disheveled.

Rhodes had exercised restraint.

The guardian spear in his hand hadn't pierced the chests of any heroic warriors; otherwise, those warriors might have died once again.

After a moment, these heroic warriors began to stir.

They rose to their feet, seething with anger.

"Do you want to die? How dare you attack us?"

Rhodes looked at them calmly.

"Just what you said is reason enough for me to kill you hundreds of times over."

These heroic warriors were naturally unyielding. Drawing their long spears or knives, they charged towards Rhodes.

Rhodes raised his right hand, and the guardian spear lodged in the deep crater returned to his hand on its own.

With a deft flick of his spear, Rhodes sent a few rounds of gunfire towards the charging warriors.

The world of gods spoke through fists.

To train these heroic warriors, Rhodes needed to "educate" a few unlucky ones.

Only then could they truly understand the extent of their shortcomings.

The heroic warriors were swift, but Rhodes was swifter.

He reached the group of warriors in an instant.

His guardian spear swung through the air.

The armor and weaponry of these heroic warriors were shattered by Rhodes' attacks.

They were propelled backward faster than they had advanced.

Several warriors tumbled to the ground, leaving marks on the stone slabs of the Temple of Valor's flooring.

Their clothes were torn, leaving only tattered strips of cloth barely covering their bodies, exposing their powerful muscles.