"You will pay for what you have done, with blood."
His furious voice sounded somewhat hoarse in the icy wilderness. Laufey raised his hand, and the Bifrost Axe, forged by the Mountain Giants in the treasury, flew into his grasp.
Along with the Bifrost Axe came the cape that allowed Laufey to fly through the air.
"No one can save you, not even Thanos. I said it."
The roaring power of the mountains gathered on the great axe in Laufey's hand. As Laufey leaped from the ground, before he could even swing the axe, a hammer descended from the sky, directly dispersing the power accumulated on his axe.
"Hela Odinson!"
Floating in mid-air with the help of his cape, Laufey roared, casting his gaze towards Hela, who held Mjolnir. Beckett's gaze also fell upon her.
"Don't misunderstand, I actually wish you were dead. But one thing is for sure, I don't want to die in Jotunheim with a conceited person like you."
Seeing Beckett's gaze, Hela spun Mjolnir in her hand. The hammer, imbued with Odin's power, collided with the great axe in Laufey's hand once more. A piercing roar erupted above the Jotunheim Royal Court. Mjolnir's might caused a flicker of surprise in Beckett's eyes.
With this thing, why didn't you use it before?
"I am the Goddess of Death of Asgard, not the Goddess of Hammers." As if sensing Beckett's thoughts, Hela controlled Mjolnir with one hand, her expression solemn.
The hammer was merely a transitional tool, an external object. Over-reliance on external objects would only cause her comprehension and development of divine power to stagnate. This was something Hela had understood long ago.
Precisely because she understood this, Mjolnir was merely an ordinary toy that could be summoned at will in Hela's heart. She rarely used Mjolnir's power in formal combat.
Her battle with Beckett on the Bloody Plains had broken her year-long record of not using Mjolnir, and now, to prevent Laufey from picking them off one by one, Hela had once again picked up Mjolnir, which still contained Odin's power.
"There's also a title like 'Goddess of Hammers'?" Leaning against Hela, the energy waves from his ten fingers pierced through the chests of dozens of Royal Guard members. The curve of Beckett's lips made Hela's expression turn cold.
"Shut that mouth of yours that needs a beating."
A gaze so chilling it could kill descended along with Mjolnir in Hela's hand. Having just escaped death, Hela's power had also grown, allowing her to unlock the Odin Force contained within Mjolnir.
The magnificent palace was instantly destroyed.
"Hela Odinson, Son of Thanos!"
A low growl, as if emanating from the depths of hell, caused Beckett to dismissively flick his hand. Looking at the collapsed ice crystal palace and the corpses scattered everywhere, he spoke with disdain and arrogance: "My name is Beckett."
*BANG!*
Laufey's massive form charged out from the palace ruins. Beckett, whose nerves were constantly on edge, met the incoming attack. His muscles bulged, and his power-charged fist collided directly with Laufey's body.
An invisible wave of energy surged. The pure power struggle forced Beckett's steps to retreat uncontrollably.
"Give me a few more years to grow, and the outcome might be uncertain. But now, I am the one who will win!"
The pride of a king did not allow Laufey to retreat; instead, it made him acknowledge the strength Beckett had shown so far.
To be honest, he envied them, whether it was Odin or Thanos.
Hela and Beckett were both younger than him. If nothing unexpected happened, they would be the rulers of Asgard and the Dark Dimension in the future.
And him, Laufey?
He didn't even have a child yet.
Shouldn't he consider starting a family and continuing his royal bloodline? What if his child was even more talented than him? Then, once they grew up, the Frost Giant race would have hope of conquering the Nine Realms, or even the universe!
While thinking seriously, Laufey did not forget to increase his power output. Under the extreme cold of Jotunheim, the surge of frost magic caused Beckett's body to tremble uncontrollably.
This was extreme cold.
"It's over."
Beckett's most desired Casket of Ancient Winters was finally retrieved by Laufey from the palace ruins. Dazzling light erupted under Laufey's control. With the icy weather as a backdrop, frost that froze everything spread from beneath Laufey's feet.
In the Jotunheim Royal Court, Laufey, wielding the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters, was so powerful that he was practically invincible. This was one of the reasons why Odin had always found it difficult to conquer Jotunheim.
Two lifelike ice sculptures stood before Laufey – Beckett, the Son of Thanos, and Hela, the daughter of Odin.
The Bifrost Axe of the Wind Giant arrived at Laufey's summons. The sharp axe blade, from top to bottom, swung directly towards the frozen Beckett.
*CRACK!*
Just as the great axe was about to reach Beckett's chest, a crack appeared on the surface of the ice sculpture. The sound of the crack was particularly jarring to Laufey.
"What?"
As soon as he spoke, the ice crystals that had restrained Beckett's movements shattered into flying debris, surging towards the sky with a gust of wind!
"Casket of Ancient Winters, I said it was mine."
Escaping at the last moment, Beckett's feet erupted with power. The next second, he appeared behind Laufey.
A powerful whip kick whistled through the air, striking Laufey directly in the waist!
*BOOM!* Laufey staggered. In that flash of lightning, Laufey felt a figure flash past him. When he looked back, the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand had vanished.
"His Highness Beckett! I got it!"
The blue robotic cat held the Casket of Ancient Winters high above its head with both hands. On its honest and cute face, its eyes were curved like crescent moons, smiling.
"It really wasn't easy waiting for you to take out the Casket of Ancient Winters yourself." Waving his hand to signal Woz to leave first, Beckett rubbed his wrist, a smug smile spreading across his eyes.
If the Casket of Ancient Winters wasn't in the treasury, then there was only one possibility: it had been with Laufey all along.
"I must admit, you've surprised me greatly, both mentally and in terms of strength. However, this is where it ends."
"Thanos would be very sad about your death." Laufey, wielding a giant axe, approached Beckett step by step. If before Laufey had only intended to cripple Beckett, now, true killing intent surged within him.
The extreme frost thickened, blurring Beckett's vision. As only cold snowflakes filled his sight, Beckett chose to close his eyes and act on instinct.
Mind moves, body follows. This was how his adoptive father, Thanos, had taught him to fight by instinct in extreme environments. Beckett, rarely encountering such dire situations, wasn't very familiar with this state, but with his vision lost, he had no choice but to enter it.
As energy surged, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his figure suddenly retreating dozens of miles. Clearly, Beckett no longer had any intention of continuing to tangle with Laufey.
The earth trembled, the sky roared. Immersed in the world of Jotunheim, Beckett felt as if he wasn't facing Laufey, but the entire world of Jotunheim.
"Thanos will cry for you, Beckett." Laufey, pressing his attack, clenched his fist. The invisible pressure directly stopped Beckett in his tracks.
"My father will not cry for me; he will only be proud of me." With a cold gaze fixed on Laufey approaching him, interstellar fleets composed of warships rose from behind Beckett, their menacing weapons all aimed at the colossal Laufey.
"His Highness Beckett, everything is ready." Woz's voice came from the command ship. The azure robotic cat pulled out a thick mechanical arm from its pocket, pushing a machine into Laufey's line of sight.
"Disappear."
Beckett raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The thunderous roar of artillery fire immediately resounded throughout the Jotunheim Royal Court!
The earth, bearing the brunt of the attack, wailed. Hela, finally breaking free from the ice, hastily conjured a shield to block in front of herself. She cursed inwardly as she looked at the figure who had just snapped his fingers not far away.
The sky of Jotunheim was illuminated by the firelight. Laufey's expressionless figure shot out from the flames; this level of artillery fire barely harmed him.
"His Highness Beckett!"
A beam of silvery-white light, manipulated by Woz, shot out. Under the gaze of Laufey and Hela, it directly formed the phantom image of a full moon in the sky above Jotunheim.
"ROAR!!!!!"
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I still feel that Vegeta creating a small moon with his hands to turn into a Great Ape is cooler (><)
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