"Savior? Sure enough, it is a weak person who only expects to be saved. Beckett, who was floating in mid-air, sneered when he heard this, his eyebrows full of pride and disdain.

"Why, do you think it's great that you've saved them? So it's okay to talk about it here? Hela, who was beside her, looked coldly.

"They are weak, but that doesn't mean they haven't tried to resist, as evidenced by the blood on the ground."

"Look at the corpses of the rebellious villagers, and ask yourself, if one day, you lose the power you are proud of now, will you be able to do what they are?"

"I bet you can't, because your arrogance and rudeness are ingrained in your bones. If one day you lose your current strength, I bet you will die because of your mouth, and you will be cut off by your enemies in the first place. ”

Looking down at the group of villagers who were supposed to be sheltered by the Asgardian camp at his feet, Hela landed in front of them without looking back, leaving Beckett alone in mid-air, and his ears kept echoing the last words left by Hela before leaving: "But also, after all, you are the son of the Titans who are high above, how can you understand what [Guardian] represents, because you have nothing to guard." ”

[You're just a war machine that only knows how to kill. 】

The last word, Hela didn't say. Judging from the only thing she knew about Beckett, a big war was inevitable. At this time when the situation in Midgard is still uncertain, there is no need for Hela to entangle with a man who trades his intelligence for combat power.

At this time, Hela, who was full of love for everything under Asgard's rule, was grateful to more than 100 survivors as the princess of Asgard, and the persistent survivors prostrated at her feet one by one.

Of course, they also bowed to Beckett, who was still floating in mid-air with a blank face.

[Guard? 】

Beckett closed his eyes, and the thoughts that swirled in his mind instantly took him back to the years when he was most powerless.

In the rescue capsule, he was powerless to slap the protective shield and cry, and outside the rescue capsule waved goodbye to his mother with tears.

Beckett hated himself as a baby at that time, because he was weak at that time.

And weakness, that is, original sin.

Just like him once was, and like the hundreds of survivors at his feet.

Opening his eyes, the experience of growing up in the dark quadrant helped Beckett suppress the surging thoughts in his heart, and turned his head to see The Other, who was holding the blue scepter, was looking at him with a worried expression: "Your Highness Beckett? ”

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Seeing Beckett open his eyes, The Other's head shook like a rattle.

"Your Highness Beckett, just now your strength value fluctuated extremely violently for some reason, but now it is back to normal."

"In addition, according to Woz's estimates, the extremely mysterious cosmic force that Astra transmitted into your body will be completely gone in forty minutes."

"At that time, you will lose the current form of power amplification." Woz, who was monitoring Beckett's physical condition at all times, reminded him with all his might.

"Forty minutes later, I see."

Beckett landed on the ground, and before the white robe dancing in the wind had wiped away the frost and snow stained on the bright silver boots, the survivors who had been paying attention to Beckett's movements had already sent a leader to Beckett and thanked him respectfully.

"Send the coordinates of this location to Ebony Throat and let him land around here."

Looking at the words of thanks that kept appearing on the translation panel, Beckett didn't feel anything, but The Other behind him suddenly widened his eyes, and suddenly felt that his status as the number one loyal servant of His Royal Highness Beckett was not guaranteed.

I've been with His Highness Beckett for a while, except for complimenting Thanos' Ebony Throat all the time. The Other had never seen a hymn sung louder than itself.

But for now, the leader of the survivors, he did it.

A series of exaggerated adjectives such as "savior", "golden flash", "legendary god", etc., really helped The Other to enrich his thesaurus, and The Other felt that his congratulatory words about His Highness Beckett could be a little longer in the future.

Also, in The Other's opinion, this is not the most outrageous compliment. In his opinion, the most outrageous are:

[We want to build a statue for you, so that our future children and grandchildren will know your divine power through this statue......]

What is a profession?

It's called professionalism!

Considering himself to be the first important minister under His Royal Highness Beckett, the status of the ebony throat is like that of Thanos, and for the first time in his life, The Other felt panic.

What if His Highness Beckett is comforted by compliments and takes this man with him?

Learn! Must learn!

With the mentality of learning, The Other, who was holding the blue scepter, was about to go to the survivor leader who had been promised by Beckett to get a close-up, but he was directly stuck in the step of language communication.

What he said the Midgard people didn't understand, and what the Midgarts said, he couldn't understand. The two of them stared at each other, communicating with their dancing body language.

"When will your men arrive?"

Seeing The Other mingling with the survivors as they danced, Hela paced to Beckett, reclining beside Beckett on a tree stump with her hands crossed over her chest, her gaze drifting off into the distance.

"It's coming."

Beckett, who was staring at the sky, did not look back, and replied coldly.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The other and the dancing interactions between The Other and the Midgard survivors seem to be separated by two worlds between Beckett and Hela.

One is hot, the other is cold.

Thirty minutes later, the army that Beckett said was "Soon" had not yet arrived, but instead the dense Nine Realms United Army Wuyang gathered at the entrance of the village, causing panic among the survivors.

"Even the elves who claim to be indisputable with the world have come out, and my father is right, the Nine Realms really need to be rectified."

Hela, who was standing on the branch of the tree, condescendingly glanced at the Nine Realms Alliance forces that surrounded the entrance of the village, and the corners of her eyes gradually turned cold.

Among the Nine Realms, the civilizations with a large amount of combat power, except for one dwarf, are now all on the opposite side of Asgard, or Odin.

Whether it is Warnaheim, who was born in the queen of the gods, or the elves who claim to have no quarrel with the world and just want to chop wood to feed the horses and farm.

"Daughter of Odin! Son of Thanos! You're surrounded by us! ”

The voice that shook the sky made Beckett, who was reclining on the stump, snap his ears and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Has it finally arrived? Who surrounded whom, exactly, is not certain. Standing up, Beckett's figure gradually rose into the air.

The survivors on the ground looked up, and Beckett's raised right hand snapped its fingers, and a crisp sound resounded through the sky!

A dense group of battleships appeared behind Beckett, and the swarthy barrels of the guns were aimed at the vanguard of the Nine Realms Combined Army on the ground, and energy surged.

“？？？？！！！！”

"Impossible?!!! When?!!! ”

The expressions of the leaders of the vanguard army of the Nine Realms United Army suddenly changed extremely ugly.

"You've never stopped, Beckett."

Ebony Throat, one of Thanos's four obsidian generals and the idol of The Other, floated out of the battleship group and landed beside Beckett with a helpless face............

"Whoever wants to kill me, of course I have to kill back." Sneering, Beckett, who said this, didn't know why, his eyes swept over Hela, who was standing alone directly opposite him......

Laufey, the Frost Giant, and Hela, the daughter of Odin, are the only two exceptions to Beckett's career so far.