"We have safely left the Centaurus Galaxy cluster, His Highness Beckett."
Inside the massive warship, many dizzy Chitauri soldiers lay sprawled about. The forced space jump had given the soldiers, who hadn't even made it back to their posts, a taste of being unable to control their own bodies during the brief jump. Even The Other was no exception.
"Where are we now, Woz?"
As the only man on the warship who had fastened his seatbelt, Beckett didn't even glance at his disheveled subordinates. With a grim expression, he asked Woz for their exact coordinates.
"Woz is scanning the current planet's matter for analysis…"
"Woz is scanning the current planet's location…"
"Woz is determining coordinates…"
Data flashed across the sapphire-blue screen at an incredibly fast speed. However, before Woz could reach a conclusion, the warship was once again hit by intense vibrations.
"Woz, what's happening?"
Having switched the warship back to intelligent control, Beckett braced himself against the floor with his tail to maintain balance, asking coldly.
"We are under attack, His Highness Beckett."
As Woz's emotionless voice echoed, the palm-sized screen in front of Beckett suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant display that spanned across his vision.
Soldiers clad in standard Asgardian armor instantly appeared.
"Woz is matching data…"
"His Highness Beckett, these individuals are soldiers from Asgard." Woz, having found the armor style in the database established by Thanos, directly identified the group before them.
"Asgard?"
Beckett frowned.
He had heard the name, from his adoptive father Thanos and his cunning advisor Ebony Maw. But his knowledge of Asgard was limited to just the name.
Due to their vastly different operational spheres, Thanos's forces had never had any substantial contact with Odin's Asgard.
How did he end up here with a single space jump?
"Yes, His Highness Beckett. According to the database comparison, the woman standing at the forefront of the formation is Hela, the daughter of Odin, King of Asgard."
The giant screen split in two, and Hela, dressed in a black, form-fitting combat suit, immediately occupied a portion of Beckett's view.
*BOOM!!!*
As Woz was explaining, the ship suddenly vibrated again. This time, Beckett could clearly see through the giant screen that Hela seemed to be saying something, and then the soldiers behind her hurled their weapons at Beckett's warship fleet.
"Your Highness Hela, shall we continue?"
On the plains, the Asgardian soldiers, having just completed a round of warning shots, turned their questioning gazes to the woman leading them.
"Pause for now, but remain vigilant. This fleet that has not responded could very well be reinforcements called by the Jotunheim people responsible for this region."
After a fierce battle with the Jotunheim people just now, the sudden appearance of this warship fleet was certainly suspicious. Especially when she saw that the warship's cannons were already aimed at her own forces.
"Defend." Dense ranks of Asgardian soldiers raised their shields at Hela's command.
The next second, the warship's cannon fire alarm arrived as expected. The continuous roaring sounds kicked up billowing waves of air, and the woman's dark, long hair fluttered freely.
"Finally, a response?" Facing the imminent cannon fire, Hela, with an unperturbed expression, looked with interest at the hangar bay opening at the bottom of the warship. Prior to this, her adjutant had hailed the fleet three times without receiving a response.
"Who are you? Jotunheim? Or Alfheim?"
Without Hela's instruction, the adjutant consciously lowered his shield and stepped forward, sternly questioning the figure emerging from the warship.
The response he received was a javelin thrown by The Other.
These were weapons previously hurled at the warship by the Asgardian soldiers, mass-produced by Princess Hela.
"Beckett, from Titan."
Immense energy gathered in Beckett's hands, his contemptuous gaze putting all the Asgardian soldiers on high alert. All the weapons previously thrown at the warship by the Asgardian soldiers were returned by Beckett!
"Using my weapons against my soldiers, is this all that Thanos's son is capable of?"
As one of the cosmic conquest powers, Thanos's business scope did not conflict with Asgard, but his reputation certainly preceded him. Hela, currently Odin's only offspring, had seen various information about Thanos in her father Odin's intelligence database. Furthermore, Beckett's own appearance was truly too conspicuous.
A suit of silver armor and a red tail.
This was a young man whom even her father Odin had paid attention to.
With a wave of his hand, the sky full of weapons instantly vanished without a trace before Hela.
"Can I interpret your words as a provocation?" Beckett's voice was chilling, so much so that even The Other couldn't help but shiver.
"Actually, you can interpret it that way." Hela swept her hands over her head, tucking her dark, long hair back in a manner suitable for a fight. Her right hand opened, and her slender fingers, at some point, grasped a hammer descending from the sky…
"Hela, Executioner of King Odin of Asgard, Daughter of Odin."
Hela, wielding Mjolnir, gradually walked to the very front of the Asgardian formation. According to Odin's intelligence records, Thanos and his subordinates were not to be trifled with. And with Beckett, the Son of Thanos, personally leading a large army onto Jotunheim's territory, the implications were clear to Hela.
"This is not a place you can meddle with."
"Now, kneel. Perhaps then I can spare your lives."
Flexing the five fingers of her left hand, Hela raised her chin. In terms of strength, she had never lost. As the strongest warrior in Asgard besides Odin, Hela possessed her own confidence and pride.
The response she received was Beckett's icy, cold gaze.
"The one who should be kneeling is you."
With a flash of movement, Beckett appeared beside Hela. He turned and attempted a whip kick towards Hela's waist, but ended up kicking… a hammer?
"Oh? I don't think so." Mjolnir automatically defended its master. Hela, turning around, revealed a cruel smile on her lips. A specially made weapon appeared in her free left hand, thrusting straight towards Beckett's right eye!
"A futile struggle."
Beckett's voice was calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. After sidestepping the weapon Hela swung, he bent his knees slightly, ducked down, and landed a punch on Hela's abdomen!
Even with Mjolnir's automatic defense, Hela couldn't stop herself from staggering backward under the immense impact!
"Decent strength, but still far from enough." The figure clad in a black, form-fitting suit leaped out of the dust. In an instant, a dense array of weapons materialized behind Hela.
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