The deep crying and wailing sound came from the fog. His Majesty the Queen of Asgard, the wife of the God King Odin, and Friga, the most powerful witch in the entire divine realm, stood in the fog.

The queen was honored by her own citizens as the "Queen of Heaven", which is not only a demonstration of her status, but also a respect for the powerful magical power she possesses.

His Majesty Friga looked at the fog that was nowhere to be seen around her. She knew that she was in a dream.

Witches can also dream, and witches' dreams often represent some projection of the real world, which is similar to the principle that wizards on earth will make some "predictive dreams".

It is all feedback in the dream after the understanding of magic power reaches a certain level, what is going on or what is happening in the future.

"Who is calling me?"

Queen Friga asked:

"Show up and meet."

At her invitation, the mist around slowly dissipated, and figures appeared one by one before the queen. They had the appearance of the Asgardians, but their eyes were lit with a faint green soul fire, which was a symbol of the dead soul.

"Why do you call me, the dead?"

The queen was not afraid of these illusions in front of her. This was her dream and she could wake up at any time. The call of these weak dead souls in such a situation also means that these dead souls have requests from her.

As a kind ruler, the queen is willing to listen to their requests.

"A kind queen..."

An old man leaning on a birch cane, he kneeled in front of the queen, begging:

"Your people cannot rest after death, we can no longer follow the footsteps of our ancestors to the Kingdom of Dead, we cannot return to the glorious world tree, they are stopping us, they are transforming your people into ghost warriors who will never rest..."

"Please help us, your majesty, please help us."

"oh?"

A trace of anger flashed in the queen's eyes, and she asked:

“Where are those forces that prevent you from returning to the World Tree?”

"In hell, your majesty, they are doing whatever they want in hell, please help us..."

The figures of the old man and other dead souls dissipated in the mist. As dead people, they must have spent a huge price to send this information to the rulers of Asgard.

The next moment, the queen woke up from her dream. She sat up from the bed and walked quickly to her astrological tower. She was observing the astrological signs and confirming that some secrets that should be buried deep are still complete.

"The dimension of hell is no longer stable, and the dead are longing for rest."

Queen Friga held her cane and said to the maid beside her:

"Invite the ministers to the Astrological Tower immediately. This is a serious situation. We must solve this problem immediately!"

A moment later, the emissary of the Queen of Heaven rode a flying horse and scattered out of the astrological tower, passing through the night sky of Asgard.

"Thor, look!"

In a tavern in the divine realm, Loki beat Thor's shoulder, who was drinking happily, and pointed to the sky, and said:
Chapter completed!