The magic greatsword shattered under the crushing of pure power, and a touch of wonder finally appeared in Hela's eyes. Since her debut, no one has survived her magic combination, but now, Beckett has done it.

Her long inky hair fluttered in the wind, but Hela wasn't as dashing as her own.

Her body was almost hollowed out by the magic of the three forbidden arts.

Since her debut, she has used magic only a handful of times, and in most cases she has been able to rely on her strong force to crush all the way.

Hela, who can make weapons infinitely and whose weapons are all heart-wrenching, is simply a big killer in a big war, and it is precisely for this reason that Hela's own cultivation when she grows up is more inclined to the awakened divinity and the divine power of the Aesir Protoss itself, and she does not delve too deep into the magic taught by her mother.

"You've lost, Hela Odinson." Beckett, who broke the life-and-death barrier with one punch, fell from the sky and landed in front of Hela. Behind him, patches of golden rays fell to the ground.

It was a fragment of a golden greatsword.

The silver cuirass, still intact on his chest, glowed with a dizzying glow in the setting sun, and Beckett reached out his right hand and grabbed Hela's throat.

"Rejoice! His Royal Highness the Young Beckett, son of Thanos, the great descendant of Titans, has successfully defeated the daughter of Odin from Asgard! This must be a battle that will go down in history! ”

The Other's voice sounded just in time, interrupting Beckett and Hela's gaze.

The Other, who got up from the ground with a scepter in hand, was still singing praises to his master, Becket, and coldly received two cold glances, and his words were a little blocked for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

Could it be that your congratulatory speech is wrong?

The Other's brain was racing, wondering if he should read more books when he went back to enrich his vocabulary, after all, it was a bit uncultured to turn over and over "celebrate".

"Do you usually live with this kind of accolades?" Hela, who was choked by Beckett's throat, did not have the slightest look of fear on her face, but showed considerable interest in The Other, who slapped Beckett's ass.

Although this kind of subordinate looks pompous, once you accept this kind of self-selling and boastful setting, it seems to be unexpectedly emotional?

"You don't seem to have figured out your situation yet." Beckett didn't pay attention to The Other, who was still holding up the scepter behind him to count Beckett's past glory, his cold gaze returned to Hela's face, and the five fingers that grabbed Hela's throat increased the force, and Hela's face only showed a look of pain at the right time.

"Beckett, that's your name, isn't it?" Outwardly, Hela's breathing became more and more difficult.

"Now, I'm sure Thanos didn't teach you exactly how to deal with an Asgardian mage."

The pained look on Hela's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a perverse smile. Beckett frowned, and before he could think about what Hela meant by this, his body's instinct had already made him dodge.

Several weapons made of magical metal passed by Beckett, and Hela in front of Beckett had become an inflatable doll.

The sharp weapon pierced the doll's limbs directly, nailing the already leaky doll to the blood-stained plain.

"Asgard's stand-in magic is different from the trickery magic of the three-legged cats in the outside world."

"It's realistic."

Hela's figure appeared from Beckett's front left, her face a little pale due to the hollowing out of her body, but this did not affect her pride and self-satisfaction.

Melee combat is suppressed, and she's still a ranged mage.

Demon and martial arts double cultivation is so capricious.

And after seeing that Hela was obviously out of trouble, The Other, who had just finished singing the praises, instantly extinguished his thoughts and ran to Beckett's side, and quietly stayed with the Zetari army, which had already destroyed more than half of them, and watched the changes.

"Boring trick."

Beckett glanced at the doll, which had been stained red with blood, and a touch of disdain crept up the corner of his eye.

In the face of absolute strength, anything with bells and whistles is a paper tiger.

"How many times else will your body be able to perform this so-called magic?" For Beckett, Hela's poor health was already obvious.

"It's okay to hold on until you fall." Despite her poor health, Hela still thinks that Beckett is worse off than herself.

With two holes in her arms pierced by magic arrows, her internal organs being squeezed by the crystal wall, and the punch that shook the Sword of Judgment just now, Hela didn't think that Beckett would be unscathed after this series of events.

"I appreciate your confidence. The enemies I had met before, without exception, had come to this point prostrate at my feet and wagged their tails and begged me to spare their lives. Beckett squinted his eyes and walked to Hela's location.

When he was seven years old, he almost got stabbed to death, but he survived, and now this injury is medium at best.

For Beckett, as long as he didn't die, it wasn't a big problem, and if he didn't return to the bubble of life on the battleship, all his troubles would be solved.

"Really? That's a coincidence, I've killed a lot of megalomaniacs on the battlefield who think they have a chance to win. ”

As soon as Hela's hand was raised, dozens of weapons instantly appeared beside her, pointing directly at Beckett.

As far as Hela is concerned, her injuries are not too big, and she will be able to recover in two days after returning to Asgard, and her strength will even be strengthened with Asgard's blessing.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

The Other, who had already sung a hymn to Beckett, stood on Beckett's side with a clear banner, the blue scepter in his hand faintly radiating light. The Other, who didn't regard the unenlightened people as his own compatriots, used his scepter to control a team of Zeta Swiss soldiers and prepared to start a sneak attack.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was a little ...... Cold?

Wrong! How could this normal temperature plain be-

Sensing that something was wrong, The Other was just about to make a voice to warn Becket of the situation, but his body was quickly frozen and became an ice sculpture in the setting sun along with the Zetari army behind him.

The sunset in the sky reflects a dazzling glow on tens of thousands of ice crystals.

"Hela Odinson, daughter of Odin. Kill you, and I think Laufey will be happy. ”

A large number of blue giants slowly appeared on the skyline red by the setting sun. After receiving the garrison's distress message, the closest reinforcements from the Frost Giants arrived at their destination.

Although it was a little late, the garrison was completely destroyed, but he saw Hela, the daughter of Odin, who was alone and looked wounded. As for the monkey with a tail next to Hela, he didn't know it, and he didn't need to know it.

Killed together, it won't be friendly forces anyway.