"Masha! You set me up!"
"You set me up!"
"Set me up!"
"Me!"
"..."
As the leader of the assassins was killed by the army, the last words he shouted echoed in the command hall. Beckett, sitting in his seat, played with the dagger in his hand, looking with interest at the man groveling at Hela's feet, constantly defending himself – Commander Kyl Mashah.
"Your Highness Hela, please believe me!"
"Everything I said is true, this is all a conspiracy by the Dark Elves."
"I want to believe you, but how could the Dark Elf assassins appear in our fortress? Can you give me an explanation?"
On the throne symbolizing power, Hela, with a stern face, calmly questioned the commander on the steps below.
This fortress was supposed to be impenetrable, but now it was leaking, and it started leaking the very night Beckett and Hela arrived.
"..." Hearing this, Kil opened his mouth, wanting to find an excuse for himself, but he couldn't say anything. He knelt on the ground, looking dejected, and the small mustache on his lips had lost its usual spirited flair.
"Then go and think. Come back to me when you've figured out what excuse to give me," Hela said, lifting her chin.
"Kortian."
"Yes, Your Highness Hela."
Kortian stepped forward and took the former commander, Kyl Mashah, whose hands were bound, to the special isolation room.
"You were too foolish, Kil," Kortian sighed, his delicate face filled with regret.
"I'm being framed, Kortian. Help me. Help me find evidence to prove my innocence."
"Your Highness Hela won't allow me to do that."
"In wartime, special situations require special responses. That's what you told me, Kortian."
"..."
"Listen, believe me, Kortian. You know my family was killed by the Dark Elves. Anyone in this base could be a traitor, but I, I would never betray anyone."
"I'll do my best," Kortian sighed and gradually left the isolation room under Kyl Mashah's gaze.
"You just took down a general under your Asgard?"
In the command hall, Beckett, playing with the dagger in his hand, looked up at Hela on the command throne, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"That dagger is poisoned," Hela said, glancing coldly at Beckett after having her adjutant take Kil away.
"I know," the latter replied indifferently, still twirling the dagger in his hand.
"Since you know, why did you still do it, Beckett?" Hela stood up and walked down the steps, her black tight-fitting suit with its mysterious patterns shimmering under the light.
Beckett let out a scoff and casually threw the dagger in front of Hela.
"Your Highness Beckett!"
"Your Highness Beckett!"
The Other's voice sounded from outside the command hall. After identity verification, he hurried to Beckett's side.
The shattered armor made this king of the Chitauri race look extremely disheveled.
"Your Highness Beckett, your guess was correct."
"Those soldiers, who were enhanced by secret arts, indeed have the same energy properties as the Mind Stone within them, although very weak."
Hearing this, a smile spread across Beckett's lips.
The Infinity Stones, the Reality Stone, he hadn't guessed wrong after all.
"Woz."
"Your Highness Beckett, Woz cannot locate Malekith's exact coordinates. Specific information about Svartalfheim is not in Woz's database." As an Artificial Intelligence life form of the new era in the Dark Order, Woz's database did not contain any information about the Dark Elf race.
Ebony Maw, who was responsible for building the shared database, was still waiting for Beckett to return with detailed information about the Nine Realms to help him complete the database.
"Hela, attack Svartalfheim, now." Beckett's eyes flickered.
"What did you say?"
"I said, attack Svartalfheim, now."
Beckett raised his right index finger, and a silver-white energy bullet instantly condensed at his fingertip.
...
The border of Svartalfheim, the Dark Elf military defense line.
A large number of Dark Elf soldiers were cleaning up the devastated battlefield. The five mechanical behemoths that had previously blotted out the sky had caused them significant psychological trauma.
If their commander hadn't promptly dispatched a batch of soldiers enhanced by secret arts, their defense line would have been completely broken by those five mechanical behemoths.
When did Asgard create such terrifying biological weapons?
"That should be the Asgard reinforcements mentioned in the king's information, the subordinates of that man named Beckett," in the command hall, the Dark Elf resident commander reported everything that happened tonight to his superior, Algorim.
"What about Beckett's performance?"
Algorim, on the other end of the communication channel, asked with a solemn tone. The assassination attempt failing was within his expectations; what he cared about was how Beckett had performed during it.
"Very strong, incredibly strong. I strongly suspect Laufey of the Frost Giant race is lying." He had taken the self-destruction of two Dark Elf soldiers head-on without a scratch, and was able to instantly kill an entire team he had sent. This kind of strength was far from the simple brute force Laufey had described.
"Our people have recorded the battle, and the data should have already been uploaded to our database, Commander."
"I understand, you guys be careful—"
BOOM!!!
Algorim's words were cut short as a world-shattering explosion ripped through the eardrums of countless Dark Elf soldiers.
"What's going on?!"
"Commander! The Asgardians have attacked us!"
"Commander!"
Noisy voices, mixed with the roar of artillery fire, instantly flooded the ears of Elrod, the commander of the Dark Elf border outpost. Seeing Asgardians on horseback, weapons in hand, and fleets of warships filling the sky sent a chill down his spine.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!
Long spears and short cannons all blasted against the Dark Elves' defenses!
"Insignificant and pathetic Dark Elves, lay down your weapons and surrender to the great Son of Titan, the revered Lord of Chitauri Prime, His Highness Beckett!"
"Only then can you survive."
The Other, holding a scepter and with his tattered armor not yet repaired, stood by the warship's communicator, uttering words that were neither persuasion nor provocation.
"Activate Level One Defense System!"
Commander Elrod gave the order, and dense magical energy instantly constructed an invisible wall above the fortress, blocking the warships' artillery fire.
On the warship, Beckett, seeing this, subconsciously glanced at Hela, who was leading the Asgardian army's charge on the ground.
When he first met Hela, she seemed to have used a similar magic, something called the Crystal Wall, wasn't it?
"The Other, activate the Star Destroyer Cannon."
Recalling his gaze, Beckett's smile turned even colder as he commanded.
"Remember, don't shatter this planet."
He hadn't found the Reality Stone yet.
"Understood, His Highness Beckett."
The Other's eyes flickered with indescribable excitement. After following His Highness Beckett on missions for so long, he could finally touch the button to fire the Star Destroyer Cannon.
Mechanical warships were the romance of the cosmos!
"Star Destroyer Cannon Level Two preparation!"
As the pitch-black cannon barrel aimed at the Dark Elf military outpost, Hela, who was leading her troops in slaughtering Dark Elf soldiers on the ground, instinctively sensed danger.
Extreme danger.
"Fire!"
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