"Your Highness Beckett, there is a large amount of life energy reaction ahead."

Nine Realms, Midgard.

After forty-three minutes of walking after the old man in the gray cloak, Beckett and his party finally arrived at the tribe that the old man had spoken of.

A human settlement that appears to be on a large scale.

The young man in charge of guarding the gate of the tribe respectfully saluted the old man in front of Beckett and the others, and under his flickering, respectfully invited Beckett, Hela, and TheOther into the tribe.

The wide roads are lined with stalls, and bartering people enliven the tribe.

"Mom! I'm going to eat that!! ”

"Huh! Don't run around, you bear kid!! ”

“………………”

The hustle and bustle of the environment made Beckett frown, and it was not until the old man walked into the cave where he lived that the look on Beckett's face improved slightly.

"You're the leader of this tribe?"

Although he had not spent much time in Midgard, Hela had somewhat guessed his identity from the previous braw's respectful attitude towards the old man.

"Yes."

After returning to the cave, the old man trembled and took out the dried snacks he had left for his grandson from the bottom of the stone bed and placed them on the stone table, lowering his posture as much as possible to ensure that he would not be beaten to death by Beckett like his former friend.

"I'll go out and order the new altar to be prepared, and I ask you to wait."

Promising Beckett to summon another demon god from a different latitude without sacrificing the Primordial Beast, the old man walked out of the cave tremblingly, and his figure gradually disappeared from the sight of Hela and Beckett.

"Do you really believe what he says?"

Ever since she walked into this tribe, Hela had always felt that something was wrong, staring at the old man's back and completely disappearing around the corner before she turned around and asked.

[Huh? 】

[Why did you eat it?] 】

Hela, who was still thinking about what was wrong, looked at Beckett, who was grabbing a snack and sending it to her mouth, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

[Is the hungry ghost on the body?] 】

"No, I don't believe a word." Seeing Hela's gaze, Beckett didn't care about dragging all the plates loaded with snacks in front of him.

Seeing that Beckett ate so deliciously, the orange cat lying on his shoulder shrugged his nose, and opened its two pink front paws forward, begging for food from Beckett, but Beckett ignored it.

"Meow~"

The orange cat opened its small mouth, patted Beckett on the shoulder with its right paw, pointed at the dried fruit on the plate with its left paw, and then pointed at its own mouth.

"I just want to see what confidence he has to lie to me to come here." Beckett, who has absolute confidence in his current strength, wishes that this old man could get some kind of moth out so that he can vent properly.

Give vent to the nameless fire that has been locked up for thirty days, and move your muscles and bones by the way.

"Meow!"

Seeing that Beckett still didn't take care of himself, the greedy little orange cat planned to go directly.

However, as soon as its front foot jumped off Beckett's shoulder, a red tail directly wrapped around its body, putting it back on its shoulder.

“？？？？？！”

The orange cat, who struggled to no avail, could only hang his head and accept his fate, looking at Beckett, who was still talking and eating, and his mouth became more and more greedy.

"And, more than that, what I want to know is what that Supreme Mage is all about."

Beckett, who poured the last bit of dried fruit into his mouth and chewed it, squinted his eyes, and immediately thought of the handsome man who called himself Cuba.

"I don't know, I've given Heimdall the information, but he hasn't replied to me yet." Major events involving the Nine Realms, Hela naturally chose to report it as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, more than forty minutes and nearly fifty minutes have passed, and Heimdall still hasn't replied.

Click!

As soon as Hela finished speaking, several cracks suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cave.

"Are you coming?"

Beckett, who had just finished eating the dried fruit, shook it casually, and an energy bomb had already blown the upper part of the cave into rubble, spreading in all directions.

Bang!!!

The scattered stones scattered the formation of the tribal warriors, and flesh and blood flew sideways, and human lives were lost one after another.

"Everyone! Get ready! ”

"Yes!"

The young men who had already been prepared took the position of the deceased, pinching the seal in their hands and repeating obscure incantations in their mouths.

Circles large and small manifest beneath the feet of Beckett, Hela, and TheOther.

"Your Highness Beckett, a large number of magical creatures have been detected gathering."

Woz, who had been attached to Beckett's right eye as a lens, immediately gave a diagram of the energy curves of these circles.

"Magical creatures, are they similar to the four people from before?"

Beckett squinted, remembering the four figures summoned by the old man earlier.

Rumble!!!

Before the words fell, a strange figure instantly appeared on the magic circle in the entire tribe.

"Attack!"

The old man, whose beard was still stained with the blood of his companion under his lips, waved his hand, coughed, and gave a command.

Sou!

Whoosh!!!

Even without Beckett's move, Hela's hand with countless weapons floating behind him was raised, and everyone in the tribe was stabbed!

"Huh?"

"What's going on?"

Under Hela's gaze, all the stabbed figures turned into red grains of sand, and then resurrected and condensed into a new body.

"Tsk, is it another annoying regeneration magic?"

Hela snorted, reminding her of bad memories of her time in Vat Alheim.

Memories of being locked in the Man-made Hades by Malekith.

"It's useless!"

"[God] has given us strength! How could you possibly understand! ”

The old man, who had also recondensed into a human after the sand, opened his hands and jumped out of the magic array in front of him, a monster with flapping wings.

The white feathers fall, flutter their wings and fly!

"Get out of the way." Beckett, who had chewed the dried fruit, pushed away the Hela in front of him, and the energy in his hand condensed.

"The Alien God, leave ...... quickly"

"The Alien God, leave ...... quickly"

"The Alien God, leave ...... quickly"

Just as Becket was about to make a move to prevent the group of people from melting into sand, a neutral voice accompanied by the scorching sun rising from the east resounded over the entire tribe.

Turquoise magical energy surged from the scorching sun, and everyone in the tribe fell to the ground powerlessly at the sound of the spell, wisps of black mist emerged from their bodies.

"Caught up!"

"Great!"

"Hey! Are you all right!! ”

A man dressed in a silver-bottomed gold-trimmed mage robe walked from the east of the tribe, and the nameplate on his chest hung on his chest, and the heads of Beckett and Hela stood out in the sun.

"Huh?"

"Eh?!!!"

The man who hurriedly walked into the tribe suddenly stiffened the moment he saw the faces of Beckett and Hela!

"Save, Savior?!!"

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