Outside Chitauri Prime.
After flying through space for a long time, Beckett finally saw the Chitauri Prime, which was surrounded by Thanos's legions. The First Legion, having received prior notification from Thanos, opened the docking bay of the main ship. Beckett, clad in silver armor, emerged from his warship after docking.
"His Highness Beckett."
As one of Thanos's most trusted adopted sons, Beckett, who had already made a name for himself, was not stopped by any of the First Legion soldiers along the way. He quickly arrived at the control room of the First Legion's main ship.
A figure stood beside the console. After a long absence, he still wore the same tattered cloak and maintained the same perpetually icy expression. Even just standing there with his hands behind his back, he exuded an aura different from the other members of the Black Order.
He was the leader of the Black Order, and the strongest among the four in terms of individual combat ability—Corvus Glaive.
"What about the Centaurian, Beckett?"
"He vanished."
Corvus Glaive, who had been sliding his fingers across the holographic screen in front of him, paused. He turned and looked at Beckett's cold expression, which seemed genuine. Only then did he shift his gaze back to his work.
"Where is Proxima Midnight?"
Beckett, who only saw Corvus Glaive at the console, asked. According to his adoptive father Thanos, Proxima Midnight should have been here as well. But now, Beckett only saw Corvus Glaive handling official duties alone.
"Are you looking for me, Beckett?"
As soon as Beckett finished speaking, the control room door opened. Proxima Midnight, whose appearance and personality were the most human-like among the Black Order, walked in, swinging her weapon. Behind her followed a Chitauri.
"Ah, I was, but it seems you won't be needed after all." Beckett's gaze fell upon the Chitauri behind Proxima Midnight. Its half-mechanical, half-biological features, its face that looked unusually ferocious and terrifying even without any expression, and the brown battle armor that only high-ranking Chitauri were qualified to wear—all these indicated to Beckett that he was an inside informant.
"Unfortunately, you'll still have to rely on me." Proxima Midnight, accustomed to Beckett's personality, didn't mind his attitude. She stepped aside and pushed the Chitauri behind her forward.
Beckett had no intention of engaging in further conversation. Wagging his red tail behind him, his cold gaze locked onto the Chitauri in front of him, making the latter's heart pound with fear. Beckett's moniker, "God of Slaughter," had long since spread beyond Thanos's inner circle. Being stared at by such a ruthless killer, even though he knew he should be safe, made The Other feel uneasy.
He was loyal to Thanos; surely, he wouldn't be in any danger, right?
The Other felt uneasy, but he stared at the death glares of the three, gritted his teeth, and revealed the plan he had agreed upon with Thanos.
"His Highness Beckett, please return to Chitauri Prime with me later. According to the plan devised by Lord Thanos, I will escort you to the residence of the current Chitauri King."
It was the same beheading operation that Beckett was all too familiar with. However, the difference this time was that as long as Beckett could decisively defeat the Chitauri King, The Other would have the opportunity to seize power and take control of the army from the current Chitauri King.
"So, do you want some help, Beckett?"
Proxima Midnight, fiddling with a small object in her hand, looked at the stern-faced Beckett, a playful smile gradually forming on her lips.
"Just mind yourself." Unmoved by Proxima Midnight's teasing, Beckett coiled his tail, directly binding the still-unaware The Other and heading towards the hatch.
"He really doesn't know how to talk anymore as he gets older." Watching Beckett and The Other disappear around the corner, Proxima Midnight let go of her playful smile and turned her gaze to the still-unmoved Corvus Glaive.
"How else do you expect him to talk to you? Do you forget how you treated him during his trial when he was seven?" Corvus Glaive, his fingers dancing on the holographic screen after Beckett's departure, issued the command for the entire army to advance. This was part of the plan. Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight, leading the First Legion, would continuously pressure the Chitauri from the outside, allowing Beckett, who was executing the beheading plan, to infiltrate smoothly.
"You almost speared him to death yourself."
"So, you think my relationship with him is good?"
"That's true." Proxima Midnight thought for a moment, unable to refute. They didn't know if it was intentional on Thanos's part or if Beckett was naturally cold-hearted. After all these years, apart from his adoptive father Thanos, Beckett had never shown any special emotions towards anyone else, always maintaining an aloof demeanor.
Strangely enough, this very Beckett was unexpectedly popular among the various army groups under Thanos.
"If I calculate the time, Beckett should be taking over a legion soon, right?" Recalling the process of his own training under Thanos, it was to take over a portion of Thanos's forces after gaining renown, fighting countless battles and committing countless killings for him. And Beckett was clearly following the same path.
"The Otherwise, why do you think Lord Thanos suddenly had us two attack Chitauri Prime?" Corvus Glaive had seen through everything long ago. If Thanos hadn't intended for Beckett to take over the Chitauri, would he have tolerated the Chitauri King until now?
In Corvus Glaive's opinion, all the plans concerning Chitauri Prime were merely Thanos paving the way for Beckett. Thanos had invested far more effort in Beckett than in any of his other adopted sons.
"From now on, it depends on whether Beckett can seize this opportunity himself."
...
Cold. That was Beckett's first impression as he stepped onto Chitauri Prime with The Other. The oppressive environment, the terrible weather, and even the rugged terrain—judging solely by sensory input, one might believe the planet was a dead world.
Perhaps it was due to a recent rain, as the uneven ground was covered in puddles. His gleaming silver boots splashed through them, creating small waves.
"His Highness Beckett, the end of this path leads to the location of the current Chitauri King. Please be careful." The Other, walking ahead as a guide, looked back at Beckett, who was still swaggering along without concealing his movements. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak.
Since the Chitauri King knew he was already in conflict with Thanos, he would naturally strengthen his defenses. According to The Other's plan, it would be best for them to infiltrate the Chitauri King's palace safely without alerting the powerful guards.
"Nearby, the King has set up—"
The Other's voice abruptly stopped. Ten bodies of the guard tumbled down the hillside. Beckett, who had appeared on the peak at some unknown time, looked towards the distant palace. With the eleventh Chitauri corpse under his foot, a cold smile stretched across his lips.
Father always said that if you eliminate everyone who sees you, it's a perfect stealth operation.
I was wrong, lol.
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