The roaring airwaves exploded against Hela's ears as the bare-chested Beckett, under her astonished gaze, charged once more at the Frost Giant Milner, who had taken the lead.
"What kind of monster is Thanos's son...?"
Hela, almost completely incapacitated, watched the figure still fighting valiantly in the blood-soaked battlefield, her gaze slightly unfocused.
In all her life, she had never encountered the Titan race. Her understanding of Titans came entirely from her parents' descriptions and the books Odin had collected.
Odin's library recorded that Thanos, of the Titan race, had taken Beckett from his soon-to-be-destroyed homeworld, Titan.
Were all the Eternal Titans like this?
The more he fought, the more energized Beckett became. Even with severe injuries, he chose to face potential death head-on with his bare fists. Hela found herself somewhat stirred and eager to join in, watching his brutal fighting style where every blow landed with solid impact.
This was precisely why she had chosen the path of a close-combat mage. She loved the exhilarating feeling of close-quarters combat, the sheer satisfaction of every punch landing with full force. Once Hela had experienced it, she could never let it go.
"You bastard, are you ever going to stop!!!!"
After parrying Beckett with an axe, Milner looked at the bare-chested man before him, a sense of fear inexplicably rising within him.
He wasn't sure if the man before him was still human. He believed that even Laufey, when severely injured, wouldn't be able to fight an entire army single-handedly.
Yet, the man before him had done just that.
His battered body hadn't become a burden; instead, it had spurred him to become even better.
"Heh, still a long way to go."
Leaping backward to evade the Frost Giant's magical attack, Beckett wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right thumb, grinning brilliantly.
It had been a long time since anyone had pushed him to the brink, so long that he had almost forgotten the exhilarating thrill of such a desperate battle.
Before this, neither pursuing the traitors of Centauri Prime, nor killing the Chitauri King, nor engaging with others in the beheading plan had posed significant obstacles for Beckett.
His battered body should have been the precursor to his collapse, but at this moment, it had become the reason for his power to surge dramatically.
Born to fight, growing stronger with every battle.
Extreme excitement and an unusually sharp calm intertwined within Beckett, creating a fountain of intoxicating energy. Before his old strength had faded, new strength was already being generated.
An endless stream of power coursed through every cell in Beckett's body. Veins bulged on his well-defined muscles, and silent waves of energy swirled around him.
This was the feeling, this was it!
In his excitement, Beckett's fists pierced through the chests of two Frost Giants!
Invisible energy coalesced into a line at Beckett's fingertips. An extremely dangerous sensation caused Milner to roar and raise the Frost Giant Axe in his hand. The "divine artifact" King Laufey had given him to achieve great deeds was shattered by Beckett's punch!
"I'm going to tear you apart!!!"
Milner, his weapon destroyed, roared and charged at Beckett, no longer even paying attention to Hela beside him.
Beckett's performance had filled him with extreme unease.
An enemy like this was best dead.
A dense mass of blue figures completely engulfed the lone Beckett. Hela, not being the primary target, made her last stand with Mjolnir in her hand. Looking back, Beckett was nowhere to be seen.
"What a shame, Son of Thanos."
Hela, holding Mjolnir, shook her head. Beckett's displayed strength had earned her respect. But that was all there was to it.
Beckett was not Thanos, just as she was not Odin.
There were many geniuses in this universe, but very few who could grow into supreme powerhouses. Most geniuses, like Beckett, who had already been overwhelmed by the Frost Giants, were merely lamentable.
Of course, it seemed she herself was also on the verge of falling.
"What is Heimdall even doing?"
Hela, wielding Mjolnir, smashed several giants before her into smithereens and couldn't help but look up at the sky. Suddenly, an invisible wave of energy sent her, caught off guard, flying to the ground.
"???"
Hela, lying on the ground, was bewildered. She looked back towards the source of the disturbance.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"
A roar that echoed through the heavens churned the winds across thousands of miles.
The sharp gusts of wind swept up the bodies of countless Frost Giants, and Beckett's figure was clearly reflected in Hela's eyes.
"He's... still alive...?"
Hela stared at Beckett, who had flung aside numerous Frost Giants, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"This is impossible!!!!"
Milner, witnessing Beckett's power transformation firsthand, had a mental breakdown.
In all his years of leading troops, he had never seen any race with such tenacious vitality. More importantly, what he couldn't accept was that Beckett, whom he had just seen on the verge of being cut down, was actually getting stronger as the fight progressed???
What kind of logic was this?
"Your axe should have hit my head earlier, not my body." Standing on the blue corpses, Beckett looked at the panicked Milner not far away. The intense killing intent in his cold gaze made Milner tremble with fear.
Breaking through adversity, Beckett had once again surpassed his own limits, and his strength had increased significantly.
The faint golden light that had appeared on him when he was seven years old had once again surged from within him. For a moment, Beckett felt an unprecedented surge of power filling every cell in his body.
It was a pity it only lasted for a moment. As the anger of being knocked down was replaced by excitement, the hair color that had quietly turned golden also disappeared along with the golden light.
However, even without stabilizing the golden light that would have caused a qualitative change in Beckett, the power boost after breaking through his limits was enough for him to easily deal with this group of people, or rather, this army.
"What kind of monster are you?!"
"Me?"
"Just a passerby, that's all."
Before he even finished speaking, his figure appeared before Milner. He was so fast that Milner couldn't react at all before Beckett knocked him down. It wasn't until he was being stepped on that the afterimage left by Beckett's extreme speed gradually dissipated.
"Laufey won't let you go, I promise. You'll die a horrible death!"
Milner, pinned under Beckett's foot, struggled desperately and roared. Piercing pain consumed every nerve in his body.
"Disappear."
The extremely cold voice was the last thing Milner heard before he died. His massive body, unable to resist, had its chest crushed by Beckett's foot!
"Now, it's your turn."
After cleanly finishing off Milner, the cold-faced Beckett looked up, shook his hand, and charged towards the Frost Giant legion that had lost its leader.
Wails and blood together formed the most beautiful movement in the sky above the bloody plains. Hela, wielding Mjolnir, personally witnessed the scene of unparalleled slaughter.
One person, annihilating an army.
Today, there is only one chapter again. There were engineering problems, so I had to go to the construction site with the lead designer. I wrote this chapter without sleeping during lunch, and it's scheduled to be released at 7 PM.
For now, I've regressed to a one-chapter-a-day beast. If the problem is resolved tomorrow, I'll be able to release two chapters.
After all, if the problem isn't resolved, I might lose my job.
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