Chapter 100: Welcome to the World of the Dead [Subscribe Only!] 】

Invisible pressure poured in from all directions, and the dense battleship shook and struggled, but in the end it was to no avail. Hela, leaning against the window, frowned, her hands outstretched, and her two long swords sank into the ground, maintaining her balance.

"How could it be ............"

Staring at the cursed warrior who claimed to be your on the light screen, Hela's eyes were full of solemnity.

"Alert, alert, Your Highness Beckett, the warship's fuselage is falling uncontrollably due to the influence of invisible gravity!"

"Alerts, Alerts............

Inside the main ship, Woz's sirens rang out with a blinding spark of lightning, and the ship, which had lost control, fell in the direction of your's arms on the ground.

"Start the Mags Power System." Beckett's eyes flashed with surprise on the console, and he unhurriedly reached out on the control screen in front of him to unlock the battleship's highest-level power system.

"Yes, Your Highness Beckett." The authorized Woxz immediately activated the energy-intensive propulsion system. With the blessing of the new power system, the group of warships that fell collectively regained their balance and did not cause large-scale ship destruction and death.

"Prepare to land, Woz."

After regaining the ship's balance, Beckett stood up in his control chair and moved his wrists.

The power consumption of the Mags power system is too large, and it is easy to run out of energy if it is turned on for a long time. At that time, in Vat Alheim, which has no charging conditions, the Zetari army under the command of Beckett can move at a speed that can be imagined.

And in this case, the quickest and easiest way to fix it......

The hatch of the main ship slowly opened, and Beckett, dressed in silver armor, disappeared into the battleship in an instant.

The speed was as fast as a silver streamer, and in an instant, it was already floating in front of the dark elves led by your.

"Disappear."

Looking at everything under his feet condescendingly, Beckett raised his right hand, and the silver-white pillar of energy light burst out and slammed straight to the ground!

Thinking that Beckett would ask a few more words before making a move, the face under your pitch-black armor changed, and a thick black mist erupted from his arms.

A black crystal wall stretched across the heavens and the earth, blocking all the energy rays that Beckett blasted out casually!

Thundered!!!

Splashes of energy were mottled and scattered on the ground, dusty.

"Huh? This is? ”

Seeing this familiar trick again, Beckett raised his eyebrows, and the invisible qi waves under his feet turned into roaring beasts driven by the energy in his body, constantly impacting this crystal wall, but they were all like mud cows entering the sea, silently.

"The walls for which the gods sigh."

Hela, whose face was as heavy as water, walked up to Beckett's side step by step, and looked at your with a look of unkindness in her eyes.

"It's impossible, how could you?"

"Daughter of Odin, there are many things you don't know." Your laughed, and the horns of the giant beast under his crotch bloomed again with a dazzling red glow, and the piercing howl made The Other, who was still on the battleship, cover his ears.

"Then I'll make you 1510, the ministry will make it clear."

The surging energy formed a crimson-gold longbow in Hela's hands. With a bow and arrows, although the long inky hair no longer reaches the waist, it can still flutter in this brilliant golden light.

Sou!

Sharp arrows pierced the sky, and the golden tail flame continued to melt the dark walls, but finally fell to the ground weakly. Like a firework after the bright fireworks, it disappeared silently.

"It's useless." Your black-armored face grinned.

"This is the power that the king has given me, far beyond the power of your rotten Asgard!"

The ancient incantation began to chant after the grin, and the thick black mist gradually obscured the last faint light in the sky.

The pitch-black greatsword condensed in your hand, and the tip of the sword leaping with cold light pointed directly at Becket and Hela not far away.

"Die, die under the magic that you Asgard are proud of!" Smirking, your swung his sword through the wall without hindrance, slashing in the direction of Becket and Hela.

Zheng!

The sound of metal clashing sounded, and a flash of light appeared in the darkness of the earth very suddenly.

"How is that possible?!"

The silvery-white energy and arrogance continued to swell on Beckett's body, and the disdainful curvature of the corners of the latter's mouth made the smile on your face gradually solidify.

The pitch-black greatsword was easily stopped by Beckett.

"I have a general understanding of the structure and way of your superficial energy operation."

Before the words fell, the five fingers of the right hand that held the pitch-black giant sword suddenly erupted, and the rich energy caused the giant sword to disintegrate into pieces in an instant, and the pieces withered............

???!!!

"Where are the aether particles?"

Beckett, who stepped on the shards, walked step by step towards your, "Or rather, where is Malekith?" ”

Airplanes!

Feeling bad, your hands were raised flat, and the black mist on the crystal wall gradually spread to the four corners.

"Tell me, Malekith, or the location of the aether particles."

Beckett's right hand sank directly into the crystal wall stained with black mist, and his fingers became claws, and his right palm covered with energy continued to pull the crystal wall in front of him.

"What...... What the? ”

Your, who was carrying energy in his arms to maintain the crystal wall, was horrified to find that his body was being pulled into the deformed crystal wall uncontrollably!

"This ...... No...... It couldn't be ......."

Your's body, which plunged headlong into the crystal wall, kept expanding and contracting as the crystal wall twisted and deformed, and his intermittent words were full of horror.

"You...... This...... Guys, what the hell ...... Finally?! ”

Syllable!

The internal energy structure of the Crystal Wall was shattered in an instant after being destroyed by Beckett.

Your, who had been pulled into the crystal wall, was able to breathe the fresh air of Vat-Alheim again.

"The Aether Particle is the supreme treasure of our world, you-"

Before he could finish his words, Beckett had stepped into the dirt. The shattered armor cut blood streaks on its skin.

"The treasure of this world, I want to take it, is there any problem?"

Staring condescendingly at the struggling figure in the ground, Beckett let go of his restraints, and a familiar face came into view.

"Curtian?!"

Not far away, Hela, who was about to do it again, made a move in her hand, her eyes full of disbelief.

"My name is your." Your coughed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggering to his feet, only to be kicked to the ground again by Beckett.

"Ahem......"

Lying on the ground panting rapidly, your trembling raised his bloody arms, the mark of the purple dream flower looming. Not far away, there were not many Dark Elf soldiers left who had been shot by Hela.

"You're embarrassed, your."

The purple petals scattered in the sky cut off the crimson golden arrows, and amid the terrible wails of the dark elf soldiers, two figures of a man and a woman, also dressed in pitch-black armor, slowly appeared in front of Beckett and Hela.

The woman with a swaying waist has long, silky inky hair like Hela, and the extremely bevelous purple pupils on her pale cheeks are particularly eye-catching; And the man next to her was burly, but his face was like a square.

"Ola, Veruz, you're coming too slowly."

Seeing that the helper arrived as promised, the gasping Ul Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Will it be late? Don't you think, isn't that just right? The square-faced Verruz stopped, a demonic roar behind him.

"Verrouz is right, aren't we just in time?" The woman with purple eyes smiled brightly, and the purple bouquet in her hand looked like the dream flower that had been raging at the Asgardian garrison earlier.

The rich smell of death is accompanied by the flowers in Ora's hands, and a new paradise is constructed.

"Welcome to the world of the dead, Beckett, Hela."