"Your Highness Beckett, Woz can't detect the strength in Lady Hela's body."

The light screen data at Beckett's right eye directly showed a mess of garbled, and the power of Hela under the blessing of death divinity was extremely weird, even Woz, who had been in contact with divinity with Beckett, could not make a quantitative comparison.

Boom!

After freezing the fire of life of the Asgardian soldiers, Hela, whose face was pale, fell to her knees.

With her current strength, it is still a little reluctant to confine the life of a soldier of an entire army at once, and her pale face is proof of her overdrawn strength.

"Hoo ......"

Hela, who was on the ground with her hands on the ground, gasped for breath and sweated like rain. The silver boots belonging to Beckett were abruptly reflected in her pupils, and Hela looked up and staggered to her feet out of pride in her heart.

"Nice move." Landing on the ground, followed by The Other, Beckett looked around, and the ice sculptures came to life.

He'd done it before, to be precise, when he had his subordinate The Other do it, when he invaded Tofah.

"That's why you Asgard asked me to trade the Ice Box?"

Beckett, who had never asked Hella the reason for the transaction, asked with his head tilted sideways when he saw the familiar ice sculpture scene in front of him.

"The Ice Box contains the purest frost power of the Nine Realms, and it is through that power that Laufey was able to stand up to my father Odin on the frontal battlefield."

"We Asgardians can't use the power of frost, but my mother, after studying the Ice Crate, created several spells of the same nature as the power of frost based on the power structure that surged within it."

"This magic can help your father confuse Laufey, the Frost Giant, as he fights him, sounds like a good idea." Thinking about Hela's words, Beckett easily guessed the plan of the Asgardian queen Frigga.

He had thought that the Ice Box deal had been proposed by Odin, but now it seemed that Frigga had offered it to Odin in order to keep her husband safe.

"As I said, my mother is the wisest mage in the Nine Realms." Wiping away the cold sweat from her forehead, a lingering pride crept up the corners of Hela's eyes.

"And then, are you going to go back to your mother crying now?" Glancing at the frail Hela, Beckett raised his eyebrows and watched Hela's expression with interest.

It was a pleasure to see the frailty of this nasty woman.

"If you cry and go back to your father, I won't go back to my mother." Hela's mouth is hard, but her body is very angry. As soon as honesty is soft, the whole person falls straight forward.

Seeing this, Beckett dodged and let the weakened Hela hit the ground on her face, splashing a cloud of shattered ice crystals.

"Really?" Beckett raised his hand, and Wads, whose bracelet turned into a physical robot cat, took out a tube of green nutrient solution from his belly pocket and handed it to Beckett.

"But you don't seem to be in good enough shape right now, do you want a bottle?" Squatting down, Beckett, who was squatting in front of Hela, shook the green nutrient solution in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more unbridled.

"The effect of this thing is much better than the healing solution injected into you when you were in the court of Jotunheim before, drink it, and in about thirty seconds, the energy in your body that has been depleted will be replenished, and you will return to your normal state."

"Even if I go back to Asgard now, I won't accept anything from you."

Do you want her to bow down to this idiot who only knows [what her father said] all day long?

No way!

"Are you sure you don't want to?" The smile on Beckett's lips became more and more playful, he enjoyed Hela's state at the moment, and he couldn't resist him at all.

"Absolutely, no, but, yes." Hela stared at the man in front of her.

"Really? In that case, forget it. The tube containing the nutrient solution rotated between the man's fingers. Beckett stood up and directly crushed the test tube in his hand in front of Hela.

The green nutrient solution was scattered all over the place, dissolved in ice crystals, and the movement was silent.

"The same question, I will never ask it a third time." Beckett, who let go of his hand, stepped on the shattered test tube, turned around and prepared to leave, snapping his fingers.

Syllable!

"Woz, change the fleet's flight path and prepare to scout Watt Alheim."

"The Other, wake up the Zeta Swiss soldiers and have them work in groups of five to conduct a carpet search on the ground in groups of 48."

After the order was given, Beckett suddenly stopped, turned his head sideways, and had a smile on the corner of his mouth that made Hela extremely disgusted: "Anyway, there are no illusions to disturb them now." ”

Hela, who staggered to her feet, lowered her eyelids, gave a disdainful "tsk", and turned to go in the opposite direction to Beckett.

"Daughter of Odin, son of Thanos, I have to say that the two of you really surprised me a little."

Just as Beckett and Hela were about to part ways, a voice made them both stop and watch in the direction from which the sound came.

The thick black mist was particularly dazzling in the white ice crystals, and a figure with the lower half of his body submerged in the black mist appeared in front of the two of them.

"Malekith."

Hela whispered the name of the comer.

This name has left a strong mark on Asgardian history textbooks, and when Hela was a child studying history, she did not miss the feud between this Malekith and her grandfather Pol.

"I'm glad you still know me. This shows that I have left a deep impression on Bol and on you Asgard. ”

Looking at his granddaughter's Hela, Malekith spread out his right palm, and purple dream flowers appeared in his palm.

"Sure enough, you did it, Mallekis." Seeing the nightmare flower that had caused countless Asgardian warriors to lose their minds, Hela gritted her teeth, and the reason in her mind forcibly suppressed her urge to step forward.

Now in a state of extreme weakness, she will not be a match for Malekith.

"The offspring of the awakened divinity of death, that Pol guy is really jealous." As strong as Malekis, he can naturally see the divine attributes that appeared in Hela before.

The more clearly he could see it, the deeper the hatred of Pol and Asgard in Malekis's heart.

Forget about one Odin, now even the third generation of Hela is a strong person who has awakened the divinity of death, on the other hand, he watt Alheim, not to mention the new generation, even if it is the Mesozoic, there are few who can fight, why is this?

Next door Jotunheim at least has a Laufey who can barely compete with Odin.

In Malekith's view, this is entirely the consequence of Pol's cheeky old immortal who forcibly plundered all the mysterious resources of the Nine Realms to nourish an Asgard.

Otherwise, why?

Why?!

Jealousy separates the walls of Malekis.