Beckett didn't dwell on the incident with Hela. As for the so-called "March Pact," he had completely forgotten about it after a night's sleep. While it might sound arrogant to those who didn't know Beckett, that was simply the reality. Since Beckett's debut, none of his defeated opponents had ever managed to fulfill their boasts of a comeback.
The fact that someone with less talent worked harder than him was what truly drove Beckett's opponents to despair.
"Breakfast is ready for you, His Highness Beckett."
A plump Tanuki Robot, wearing a checkered apron around its waist, stood at the entrance of the gravity training room, bowing respectfully.
"I know."
A panting voice emerged from the gravity training room, and the hatch opened. Hot sweat soaked the glossy black floor. Beckett took the towel Gates held over his head and turned to wash up.
"To prevent any unexpected incidents during this trip, Gates has prepared sufficient supplies on the warship. Additionally, Gates has also made arrangements for the Chitauri army..."
Gates, the domestic expert,'s voice echoed in Beckett's ears, arranging everything meticulously.
The Chitauri army, which had lost more than half its forces on the Bloody Plains, was immediately replenished upon returning to Chitauri Prime. The Chitauri race had many flaws, such as low cultural levels and insufficient intelligence among most of its members, capable only of executing simple offensive and defensive commands. However, this race possessed an advantage that other intelligent races couldn't match—sheer numbers. Before leaving the Dark Order and returning to Chitauri Prime, The Other had proudly assured Beckett, patting his chest, that he could fully replenish the fleet's roster within a single night.
In fact, he had indeed accomplished it.
When Beckett, having finished breakfast, returned to Chitauri Prime, The Other presented the results of his diligent work overnight: Chitauri soldiers clad in armor lined up, boarding their warships one by one.
Since half of this batch of Chitauri soldiers had been newly recruited by The Other and had not yet experienced the baptism of war, The Other had pondered for a full minute after last night's recruitment before bravely making the decision for "one-on-one veteran-newbie pairing" without consulting Beckett.
Initially, The Other's heart was in his mouth, fearing that his unilateral decision might anger Beckett, who had always been decisive in front of him. However, reality brought The Other pleasant surprise. Beckett hadn't shown any anger about his unauthorized decision until they boarded the main ship; instead, he had glanced at him and given him an affirmative look.
The Other's heart surged with emotion. What did this mean? It meant His Highness Beckett was willing to gradually delegate command to him. As expected, singing praises had its effect.
A sycophant, who licks enough, gets everything in the end.
"Woz, set target: Tofa Star." Beckett, seated at the control console, glanced sideways at The Other, who was clearly lost in thought, smiling foolishly with the corners of his mouth turned up, and gave the command.
Wasn't this subordinate of his a fool? He just kept repeating "Congratulations" over and over. If it weren't for his special abilities and sufficient loyalty, Beckett would have kicked this annoying thing away long ago.
"His Highness Beckett, Tofa Star is currently near the battlefield between the Kree Empire and the Skrull Empire. Rushing over might lead to concentrated fire. Should we send diplomatic messages to both parties to ensure the fleet's safety?"
"No need. You set the course yourself and avoid the battle lines of the Kree Empire and the Skrull Empire." Beckett shook his head. He was leading the team to capture someone, not to go sightseeing. According to his adoptive father Thanos's description, the Kree Empire was currently paying extraordinary attention to that Astra.
This was also why Thanos had asked Beckett to bring the Chitauri army to Tofa. If Beckett were exposed, the Chitauri army could provide sufficient firepower cover for his retreat.
"Import data, keywords: Kree, Astra."
After setting the course, Beckett, seated in the mechanical chair, issued another command. Thanos had only briefly summarized Astra's situation yesterday. Before taking action, Beckett needed to thoroughly understand the specifics of his target.
As his father said, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles.
"Importing data, data import complete."
"Name: Astra, Race: Kree, Age: 203 years.
Family members: Father (Deceased), Mother (Deceased), Brother (Missing in action, presumed deceased)."
A string of information collected by Ebony Maw continuously appeared before Beckett's eyes. Thanos's intelligence work had always been handled by this mage who loved to flatter Thanos the most.
"Presumed deceased?" His gaze moved down, and upon seeing the family members section, Beckett raised an eyebrow in surprise. In Ebony Maw's intelligence reports, he rarely used the word "presumed." He felt it was disrespectful to intelligence work. If it is, it is; if it isn't, it isn't. Ambiguous information could easily lead to the failure of a war.
Yet now, Beckett found this word full of uncertainty in Astra's information.
"Yes, His Highness Beckett."
"Astra's parents and brother were all officers in the Kree army. A hundred years ago, when the Skrulls invaded Planet L77, the leader of the Kree army defending that planet was Astra's parents. Due to the Skrull attack being too sudden, Planet L77 quickly fell. Astra's brother, who was rushing to support under orders from the Supreme Intelligence, was ambushed on Planet L77, and his entire army was wiped out. He himself is missing and his whereabouts are unknown..."
The cruelty of war was vividly displayed in this document.
"Are there any Skrulls with shapeshifting abilities?" Beckett pondered as he looked at the document. Compared to the Kree who were defeated on Planet L77, he was more interested in the Skrulls.
Once they've seen someone, Skrulls can perfectly mimic them, even copying recent memories and their internal genes. Their terrifying mimetic ability has become the hallmark of the Skrulls.
According to his adoptive father Thanos, the Skrulls also had intentions of targeting Astra. This meant Beckett was likely to encounter Skrulls with perfect mimetic abilities during this mission.
"Interesting."
Compared to the Kree, who simply relied on technological advancement, Beckett was clearly more interested in the Skrulls.
"His Highness Beckett, Woz has planned the route. We will reach the nearest space jump point in five seconds. Please prepare."
Beckett, settled in his seat, glanced at the information displayed on the control console screen. A total of twenty-four space jumps; Tofa Star was indeed quite far from Chitauri Prime.
"Five, four, three, two, one, space jump, commencing."
The massive interstellar fleet instantly plunged into the node.
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