The crimson gold battle armor shimmered with flowing light, and the snow-white Divine Steed beneath him was spirited and proud. His slightly graying beard lent the God-King, who had slain countless beings, an air of peace, yet his sharp gaze held an unparalleled, deadly aura.
Odin, the King of Asgard, was the supreme leader of the Asgardian, and the instigator of this war across the Nine Realms.
"Odin, you shouldn't be here."
Halting his chanting of ancient songs, Laufey's gaze finally shifted from Beckett to Odin.
"For your daughter, are you planning to abandon Asgard?"
The Dark Elf leader Malekith had already stepped onto the Bifrost, guided by a traitor within Asgard. Yet Odin, far from the front lines, had not returned to Asgard immediately. Instead, he appeared in Jotunheim. The only one who could make Odin act this way was likely Hela, his only daughter.
"Asgard will not fall, and Malekith will not succeed. Asgard's glory will surely shine upon the Nine Realms; this is a predetermined fact. And my daughter is the only one who can accelerate the realization of this fact."
His magnificent and clear voice was full of vigor, showing no signs that the long journey and numerous battles had affected the Asgardian God-King. His crimson gold battle boots stepped onto the ice-covered ground. Odin reached out and caressed his daughter's cheek. With a wave of his right hand, the Gungnir, which had sunk into the ground, returned to his grasp.
To spread Asgard's glory to every corner of the Nine Realms, Odin had cultivated a large number of outstanding generals, and his daughter Hela was the creation he was most satisfied with to date.
Odin would never abandon her unless it was absolutely unavoidable.
"Father..."
Being so valued by his father, Odin, Hela's heart was naturally filled with emotion and happiness. From childhood to adulthood, she had forced herself to evolve in the direction Odin most hoped to see. What was it all for?
Wasn't it all for her father's praise?
In this House of War, this was the only way Hela could feel fatherly love. In her desire for Odin's approval and yearning for fatherly love, Hela displayed a talent for warfare at a very young age.
While the commoner children of Asgard were enjoying family time with their parents and playing hide-and-seek with their friends in every corner of Asgard, Princess Hela had also felt envy. But in the end, she threw herself wholeheartedly into the war filled with blood and fire.
Thus, the Goddess of Death, Hela, was born.
"Well done, child." Odin's large hand patted Hela's shoulder, and his divine power surged into Hela's body. In an instant, it not only healed Hela's injuries but also expelled the miniature tracker that Beckett had injected into her earlier.
[It's this thing!]
Seeing the tracker fall at her feet, Hela's pupils contracted sharply. She then cast an angry gaze towards Beckett beside her. As their gazes met, she was surprised to find that the man before her was completely naked?
"Perhaps your physique is quite impressive, but I think you'd better put on some clothes now. After all, my daughter is watching, don't you agree? Beckett?"
Beckett, who was asked, did not reply. Woz threw a set of pitch-black battle suits from the warship, and in an instant, they covered Beckett's chiseled muscles.
His original clothes had been torn when he transformed into the Great Ape.
"You know me?"
After putting on his clothes, Beckett's gaze swept over the expressionless Laufey and the smirking Hela, finally settling on the God-King Odin.
"Thanos's son, the fifth general to rise among the four generals of the Dark Order. Since Thanos sent you to act alone, you haven't had a single failed mission..."
One by one, item by item, Beckett had never imagined that in this universe, besides his adoptive father Thanos, there would be someone who understood him so well.
"Don't look at me like that. You are Thanos's son. It's not just me; basically, every named king in the universe knows this information."
With Thanos's golden brand out there, it was hard for Beckett not to be famous.
"Is that so?" Beckett remained noncommittal, his gaze then falling on the expressionless Laufey, his meaning clear.
"Enough, Odin. You can take your daughter and leave now." With Odin present, Laufey knew he had no hope of laying a hand on Hela at the moment. He immediately interrupted the conversation between Beckett and Odin.
He intended to deal with Beckett specifically.
Laufey had never been treated like a sandbag and thrown around like this in his entire life. Did he, the King of the Frost Giant tribe, have no dignity?
Hela now had Odin, who had arrived on the scene, backing her up. He was helpless and could only take his anger out on Beckett, who was currently alone.
So what if he offended Thanos? When you have too many debts, you don't worry about them. If Thanos has the guts, let him bring his fleet to attack Jotunheim.
If they can conquer it, then he'll admit defeat.
Over the years, Jotunheim had remained as stable as a mountain under Odin's continuous bombardment, let alone Thanos, whose base of operations was not even in the Nine Realms.
Fear was still just fear.
Moreover, Laufey did not believe that a monarch as ambitious and strategic as Thanos would fight him to the death for a Beckett who was already considered dead. At most, he would be kept busy for a while.
Before, Laufey didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble, but now, with overwhelming anger surging in his heart, Laufey no longer cared about this extraneous branch. He wanted Beckett to taste the wrath of a king.
Boom!
As soon as Laufey finished speaking, circles of air currents rose from beneath Beckett's feet due to the surging energy.
"King?"
"Just you?"
Beckett tilted his chin up, his stern face filled with arrogance and disdain. If he could throw Laufey once, he could throw him a second time.
"A fearless fellow."
Seeing Beckett still maintaining his arrogant demeanor, Hela, standing beside Odin, pouted and muttered to herself.
When Laufey was not Odin's equal in terms of raw strength, why could he resist Odin for so long? Wasn't it because of the ancient secret arts in his mind?
Transforming into a Great Ape was, in Hela's opinion, Beckett's final trump card. That power was indeed strong, but compared to the secret arts in Laufey's hands, it should not be enough.
"Hela Odinsson is allowed to leave because Odin is by her side. What, is the King of the Jotunheim giants just a crawling insect that bullies the weak and fears the strong?"
A cold and indifferent voice echoed through the sky shortly after Beckett's energy erupted.
The sharp Great Blade tore directly through the dim sky above Jotunheim, piercing straight down and landing at Beckett's feet.
A dazzling, hazy light shone from the dome to the ground, and a figure appeared before everyone's eyes, stepping through the swirling frost and snow.
Golden battle armor, indifferent eyes, and purple skin exposed outside the armor outlined a mighty physique.
The last Eternal Titan in the universe, the Destroyer Overlord—Thanos.
Thanks to [I'm So Delicious Below] and [The Lonely Autumn Wutong in the Deep Courtyard Locks the Clear Autumn] for their tips~
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