On the vast plain, the atmosphere became more and more solemn with the arrival of the army of frost giants. Flying icicles shimmer in the sunset and take the target's head, Hela, the daughter of Odin, and Beckett, the son of Thanos.

"Give up the struggle, maybe you can die a decent death, I don't think Odin wants to see his daughter dismantled."

Wielding the Frost Axe in his hand, Milner led the soldiers behind him to compress the target's movement space step by step.

"And you, although I don't know who you are, but, for the sake of you doing us a favor, I can give you a chance to break myself, how about it, satisfied?"

The sharp blade of Milner's axe pointed at Beckett, and as soon as he finished speaking, the latter shattered the ice pick that flew in front of him.

"I hate it when people have weapons pointed at me." Standing up after landing on the ground, Beckett shook off the ice slag on his hands, and the killing intent in his words became more and more intense.

These two aren't in the same group?

Hela casually summoned a shield in front of him, and looked at Beckett, who was also within the range of the Frost Giant's blow, and frowned. She had just led her team to slaughter the garrison responsible for guarding the plains, destroying the large assault weapons that the giants had planted here, and was about to leave when she ran into Beckett's fleet, which she naturally regarded as an enemy to support. Judging from the current situation, it seems that she guessed wrong.

Is there really anyone in this universe who will pass by a battlefield with a fleet?!

It's the first time I've seen such a big hair.

"In that case, then you're going to be dismantled with Hela Odinson like this." With a wave of his hand, Milner, who was armed with a great axe, roared and rushed towards the two of them.

In the face of the giants surging towards him, Beckett not only did not mean to retreat, but chose to face it head-on.

Indescribable excitement, extraordinary calmness, two emotions supported Beckett's figure to toss and turn among the giants, each swing of the fist, either dead or wounded.

"Courage is commendable to exchange injuries for injuries. However, it didn't work. ”

"There are only two of you, and we are a whole army." Milner, who was alone at the back of the army, stared at the two figures fighting the battlefield, grinning and smiling extremely cruelly.

The gap in numbers is by no means so easy to close out. Especially when both of them have injuries on their bodies.

Compared to Beckett, who became more and more courageous and did not care about the increasing number of wounds on his body, the situation of Hela on the other side was obviously much worse. The body of the Aesir Protoss does have an extraordinary ability to recover, but this is based on the condition of being able to cultivate with peace of mind. Beckett's hollowed out body was a little powerless in the face of a large number of frost giants besieging him.

The shield engraved with the Asgardian emblem was torn, and Hela, who was badly wounded, finally showed fatigue under the siege of the Frost Giants.

"Your end has come, Hela Odinson." Milner, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, raised his head to the sky and roared, leaping forward, and slashed straight at Hela's head with his thick arm brandishing the battle axe given to him by the leader Laufey!

Though he was curious about the monkey who was fighting his men, Milner had not forgotten who his worst enemy was.

Clang!

The magical metal hastily condensed at Hela's whims turned into flying tidbits under Milner's chopping, and blood-stained scars were cut on Hela's body. Completely out of balance, Hela slammed to the ground, and the arcane pattern on her tight-fitting battle suit was stained with blood from the plains.

"Hoo ......"

Trying to calm her breathing, Hela struggled to stand up, but the next second she was hit by a figure flying towards her, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Ahem......"

Beckett coughed, a mouthful of blood staining the shattered silver armor on his chest, and staggered to his feet.

"Don't you have long eyes?" Finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Hela was smashed half dead by Beckett again, staggered to her feet, and gradually became irritable.

"That's what I should say." Beckett casually tore apart the shattered armor on his body, unmoved by Hela's words.

"......" If it weren't for the fact that he also needed to use Beckett to help him attract firepower, Hela really wanted to give Beckett a knife in the chest.

"I'm impressed by your prowess, stranger." Milner, who led the army to completely surround Beckett and Hela, was holding a giant axe, and looked at Beckett who had lost his armor with great interest, he was really a little surprised.

"I can give you a chance, if you kill Hela Odinson with your own hands, and I can recommend you to the king of Jotunheim—" Milner's voice stopped abruptly as he could finish his sentence when he was struck on the cheek by the armor thrown by Beckett.

"It looks like your recruitment plan has failed." Hela, who was standing next to Beckett, looked at Milner, whose face was gloomy, and the long sword in her hand appeared.

Asgard has no warriors to survive.

From the moment Hela was taken by Odin, she understood this.

"You've got too much nonsense." After losing the armor, Beckett's knees sank slightly, and the fierce force and strong explosive power made Beckett appear in front of Milner almost instantly, and a powerful whip swept directly to Milner's waist!

"Actually, maybe it would be a good choice for you to promise him." Hela spun the sword in her hand, and her figure followed Beckett right behind, submerging into the sea of frost giants.

Beckett did not respond

The sword light flickered, the fists and feet intersected, and the two, who had never had any experience of joining forces before, were driven by their fighting instincts to get better.

When a man is killed, he dies.

After plunging her sword into the chest of a Frost Giant soldier, Hela beckoned, but no more weapon was condensed. As far as the eye could see, the dense array of frost giant soldiers did not seem to have decreased.

"Strength, has it been exhausted?" Drawing the scythe she had stuck in the corpse of a frost giant, and holding it in her hand, Hela struggled to calm her rapid breathing.

Bang!

After killing two giants with two fists, Beckett, who was slashed back by Milner with an axe, fell to Hela's side.

"I can't help myself." Milner, who weighed the great axe in his hand, looked disdainful.

"Hey, dead or not?" Hela poked Beckett on tiptoe, who had fallen to the ground.

"It's not even close." Beckett, whose face was covered in blood, struggled to stand up from the ground, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked a little terrifying against the background of blood. The upper body of the battle suit had been completely shattered into strips of cloth, revealing angular muscles and countless wounds.

There are those left behind by Hela, and there are those left behind by the Frost Giants.