In the year 2233 of the cosmic calendar, Beckett, the lord of the dark order, the last survivor of the Titans, and Thanos, the youngest adopted son under the command of Thanos, officially became the ruler of Zitari with the approval of Thanos.

The Other, the current king of Zitari, has abandoned his dignity as a king and is willing to prostrate himself at the feet of Beckett to serve his lordship, and do what he can to flatter. The palatial hall was erected under the hands of the tireless Zetar Swiss soldiers, and in just three days, the supplies allocated by Thanos moved the Zetarians who have never been loved by their fathers and mothers.

Where have they ever enjoyed this kind of treatment before when they can enjoy the supply of basic resources without having to fight.

With a good life backed by the mountains, they finally realized the bitterness and bitterness in this sentence. Why did the previous king of Zitari work so hard to seek development and progress? It's not because Zitari is poor that it indirectly causes the Zitari clan to be unable to make great strides.

The climate of Zetari is already harsh, and the poor geography and barren energy resources have always been a mountain pressing on the chest of the previous Zetari king. Yes, they are half-machine, half-creatures, but that doesn't mean they can survive in the universe without resources at all, something that even the Eternal Titans can't do, let alone the Zetarians as a life form that is relatively inferior to the Titans.

In order to survive, to develop, and to have resources, the previous king of Zitari, after living with his people for a period of time, finally couldn't hold back his heart that wanted to progress too much, and began to provoke wars everywhere, and used this to obtain a large number of resources for the evolution of the race.

Theoretically speaking, the concept of the former King Zetari is still good, but it is a pity that he kicked the iron plate of Thanos without a long eye, and in the end, not only his own corpse wilderness, but also his own race was packaged and given to Thanos by the way.

"Your Highness Beckett, this batch of supplies is already the last batch on the list." The Happy, The Other was still directing the Zeta Swiss soldiers to move the supplies on the transport ship to the resource storage warehouse one by one, and after seeing Beckett's figure appear at the door, he immediately put down the list in his hand and trotted all the way to Beckett's eyes.

Today, Beckett did not wear the silver armor used for combat, and the simple black training uniform concealed the angular muscles of Beckett's body, and the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead clearly told The Other that he had just come out of the temporary training base.

Beckett was noncommittal, and without the slightest pause, he walked straight to the resource carrier.

"His Highness Beckett—"

"Shut up." Beckett stopped, turned his head sideways, and glanced coldly at The Other behind him, who was startled, and the words that had already reached his lips were forced back into his stomach. The Other had no doubt that if he said one more word, the tail as hard as steel behind Beckett would pierce his chest mercilessly.

After the annoying flies stopped, Beckett restarted his steps and stepped onto the main ship of the transport fleet. The Other, who was determined to hug Beckett's thigh, followed closely behind and boarded the main ship. While boarding the main ship, he also asked the Zeta Swiss soldiers on it to disappear quickly, so as not to get in the way of His Highness Beckett.

Beckett saw all this, and there was not the slightest expression on his cold face. This is what he learned from his adoptive father, Thanos, and as a superior person, it is a basic operation to be moody and angry. A qualified superior should not only give favors to his subordinates, but also make them feel afraid.

How to grasp the degree of this, Thanos did not teach, but just said that Beckett would grasp it himself. In Thanos' opinion, this is also a practice, a practice that is beneficial to Beckett.

The daughter of the war maniac in Asgard was able to lead the army to win the war independently, and Beckett, as the most satisfied adopted son in Thanos' heart, naturally couldn't be left behind. Although the two of them are basically in a state of not seeing the king because of the difference in their business scope, out of the pride of the old father, Thanos does not think that his Becket will be much worse than that Hela.

"Your Highness Beckett, what is this ......?"

The Other, who followed Beckett to the main warehouse, raised his head, looked at the behemoth in front of him that occupied his field of vision, couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart, and asked.

The Other wasn't a turtle who hadn't seen the world before, but the thing in front of him that seemed to be a cannon really made him wonder. After all, he really hadn't seen a turret that could shoot an artificial moon.

To be precise, the muzzle of the cannon first shoots some rays of light composed of special substances, and then these rays are intertwined in mid-air to form a full moon. The cold moonlight was dappled and scattered around every corner of the ship, and then, The Other only felt a sudden wave of energy beside him that made his heart palpitate. Looking back, the energy fluctuations that made his heart beat were emanating from Beckett's body!

Is it just man-made, after all?

Feeling the surging energy in his body, Beckett opened his eyes. His eyes stared at the little moon in the sky, trying to suppress the impact of his violent emotions, and after two seconds, Beckett, whose body had changed, reached out and turned off the machine, and the artificial full moon disappeared.

Although the increase for him is not as good as the real full moon, it is okay, at the very least, it means that in the future, as long as Beckett wants to, he can transform anytime and anywhere, and he is no longer subject to any restrictions.

It was a gift from Thanos to Beckett to celebrate his official leadership of the army, which was very practical.

"It's just a power-amplifying item." Beckett, who had returned to his normal size, glanced at The Other and replied. The Other, who thought he wouldn't get a response from Beckett, was pleasantly surprised.

His Royal Highness Beckett replied to him, indicating that he still had some status in His Royal Highness Beckett's heart, and he was not a little transparent.

"Congratulations, Your Highness Beckett." Due to the fact that his own level is too low to lick Thanos, The Other has completely made up his mind to be the first licking dog under Beckett's command. He bowed to Beckett for the first time, and his tone of joy was completely sincere. After all, the stronger Beckett is, the only good for him is and there is no harm.

The small mouth is like the honey-smeared The Other, this time he didn't chatter, and after a brief congratulations, he didn't have any extra words after a brief congratulations.

"Have this machine be lifted to my ship, Woz, and take him to my ship."

"Yes, Your Highness Beckett." The blue tanuki dragged its round body and projected it in front of The Other, and its simple and cute face surprised The Other.

I can't see that His Royal Highness Beckett is still so ...... Childlike?

"Woz......?" After Beckett left, The Other looked down at the cute blue tanuki robot, pondering his words.

The idea that hugging Beckett's thigh is equivalent to indirectly hugging Thanos' thick thigh has been ingrained in The Other's mind, and The Other is obviously very concerned about the robot cat in front of him who is obviously trusted by Beckett.

God knows what the hell this cat is.

"Your Excellency, do you have any questions?"