On the vast plain, the atmosphere grew heavier with the arrival of the Frost Giant army. Ice cones, flying like a blizzard, glittered with captivating colors under the setting sun, aiming straight for the heads of their targets—Hela, Odin's daughter, and Beckett, the Son of Thanos.
"Just give up struggling. Maybe then you'll die a more dignified death. I doubt Odin would want to see his daughter torn to pieces."
Wielding the Frost Giant Axe in his hand, Milner led the soldiers behind him, step by step, shrinking the targets' space to move.
"And you, I don't know who you are, but since you helped us out, my benevolence allows me to give you a chance to end it yourself. How about it, satisfied?"
Milner's sharp axe blade pointed at Beckett. As soon as he finished speaking, Beckett, without dodging or evading, shattered the ice cone flying towards him.
"I hate it when people point weapons at me." Beckett stood up after landing, shaking the ice shards from his hands, his killing intent growing stronger.
These two aren't working together?
Hela, casually summoning a shield to block in front of her, watched Beckett, who was also within the Frost Giants' attack range, her brow furrowed. She had just led her squad in slaughtering the guards responsible for defending this plain and was about to leave after destroying the large-scale attack weapons the giants had planted here when she encountered Beckett's fleet. Naturally, she mistook them for enemy reinforcements. But judging by the current situation, she seemed to have guessed wrong.
Is there really someone in this universe who would bring a fleet to pass by a battlefield?!
Hela had never seen anything like it in her entire life.
"Since you say that, then you'll be torn to pieces along with Hela Odinsdottir." Milner, holding the giant axe, waved his hand. The Frost Giants, already in attack formation, roared and charged at the two.
Facing the surging giants, Beckett not only showed no intention of retreating but chose to confront them head-on.
An indescribable excitement, an extraordinary calmness—these two emotions supported Beckett's figure as he weaved through the giants. With every punch, his opponents were either dead or severely injured.
"Trading blows for blows, a commendable courage. But it's useless."
"There are only two of you, and we are an entire army." Milner, standing at the back of the army, gazed at the two figures struggling in the midst of battle, grinning cruelly.
The difference in numbers was not something that could be easily overcome, especially with both of them already injured.
Compared to Beckett, who fought with increasing ferocity and disregarded his accumulating wounds, Hela's situation was clearly much worse. The Asgardian body indeed possessed extraordinary recovery abilities, but this was contingent on being able to rest and recuperate. Her body, already depleted by Beckett, struggled against the onslaught of a large number of Frost Giants.
The shield, engraved with the Asgardian emblem, was torn apart. Severely wounded, Hela finally showed signs of fatigue under the siege of the Frost Giants.
"Your end has come, Hela Odinsdottir." Milner, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, let out a skyward roar, leaped forward, and swung the battle axe gifted to him by their leader Laufey, aiming straight for Hela's head!
Although he was curious about the monkey who was fending off his subordinates, Milner had not forgotten who his greatest enemy was.
Clang!
The magic metal, hastily condensed by Hela's will, shattered into a flurry of fragments under Milner's cleave, leaving bloody gashes on her body. Hela, having completely lost her balance, crashed to the ground. The intricate patterns on her tight combat suit were stained with the plain's blood.
"Hoo..."
Hela struggled to stand up, trying to regulate her breathing, but the next second she was hit by a flying figure, and both of them fell to the ground.
"Cough... cough..."
Beckett coughed, a mouthful of blood staining his shattered silver armor. He shakily got to his feet.
"Don't you have eyes?" Hela, who had just caught her breath only to be slammed by Beckett again, staggered to her feet, her temper growing increasingly volatile.
"I should be the one saying that." Beckett casually tore off the rest of his already ruined armor, unfazed by Hela's words.
"..." If she hadn't been considering using Beckett to draw fire, Hela would have really wanted to stab him in the chest.
"Your strength impresses me, stranger." Milner, leading his army to completely surround Beckett and Hela, held his giant axe and looked at Beckett, who had shed his armor, with great interest. He was genuinely surprised.
"I can give you a chance. As long as you kill Hela Odinsdottir with your own hands, I can recommend you to our king of Jotunheim—" Milner's words were cut short as Beckett's thrown armor struck him in the face.
"It seems your recruitment plan has failed." Hela, standing beside Beckett, watched the grim-faced Milner, her longsword appearing in her hand.
There are no cowards who survive by hiding in Asgard.
Hela had understood this truth from the moment Odin brought her by his side.
"You talk too much." Having thrown his armor, Beckett lowered his knees slightly and exerted force. His powerful burst allowed him to appear in front of Milner almost instantly, and a strong whip kick swept towards Milner's waist!
"Actually, perhaps agreeing to him would have been a good choice." Hela spun her longsword, her figure closely following Beckett, and plunged into the sea of Frost Giants.
Beckett did not respond.
Sword light flashed, fists and feet collided. The two, who had never worked together before, gradually found their rhythm under the drive of their combat instincts.
When a person is killed, they die.
After thrusting her longsword into the chest of a Frost Giant soldier, Hela beckoned, but no weapon materialized. Looking around, the dense ranks of Frost Giant soldiers seemed to show no decrease.
"Is your strength depleted?" Hela pulled her scythe, which was stuck in the corpse of a Frost Giant, into her hand, trying to regulate her rapid breathing.
Bang!
Beckett, who had killed two giants with his fists, was sent flying back by an axe blow from Milner, landing beside Hela.
"Overestimating yourself." Milner sneered, weighing the giant axe in his hand.
"Hey, are you dead yet?" Hela nudged the fallen Beckett with her toe.
"Not even close." Beckett, his face covered in blood, struggled to stand up from the ground. The smile on his lips appeared somewhat terrifying against the backdrop of his blood. The upper half of his combat suit had completely disintegrated into strips of cloth, revealing his chiseled muscles and countless wounds.
Some were left by Hela, and some by the Frost Giants.
My goodness, I got back at 11 PM. I rushed to write a chapter to calm my nerves...
After finishing, I looked at the clock, and it was 12:40 AM... Time for a shower, then sleep. The promised double update will be tomorrow...
I'm exhausted. I transferred lines after getting off the Line 3 subway, but I missed the last train on Line 13
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