A sea of purple flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, their bright yellow buds swaying with an otherworldly grace, continuously emitting a refreshing fragrance.
Although this scent was of little use to Beckett in the short term.
Perhaps sensing that Beckett's house had not yet been occupied by them, or perhaps excited by the sight of Beckett, a man brimming with vitality, the swaying flowers instantly surged into Beckett's room.
The doorway, the corners of the walls, even Beckett's bed, were in a flash covered with the traces of Dreamflowers.
Strange sonic frequencies, along with the fragrance, continuously poured into Beckett's ears, but it was like winking at a blind man, completely failing to elicit any response.
"Get out."
The surging waves of air ripped off the entire roof, and purple petals withered in the fierce wind.
With the bodies of withered flowers and fallen leaves, they silently returned to the earth.
The next second, countless Dreamflowers, their branches twitching, flooded into Beckett's room and surged towards his feet.
Life forms with vigorous vitality were the favorite of Dreamflowers. To complete their evolution, they would instinctively approach their chosen target, their buds spraying hallucinogenic fragrances as they swayed alluringly.
A massive amount of hallucinogenic gas entered Beckett's body. In a daze, Beckett seemed to see Hela, that woman he detested, kneeling obediently at his feet, her red lips slightly parted, speaking softly. However, he could never quite hear what she was saying.
Why was she kneeling?
Had she finally admitted she was inferior to him, surrendered?
Beckett felt something was wrong. He immediately closed his eyes, and a surge of energy erupted, forming a protective shield around his body, isolating him from the invasion of external forces. His dazed consciousness instantly returned to normal.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw that the purple flowers had almost completely covered his body. Looking around, his room had been thoroughly transformed into an ocean of seductive floral colors.
Meanwhile, Woz, holding tools, was continuously clearing the flowers that kept growing from the ground, attempting to wake Beckett, who had inhaled a massive amount of hallucinogenic gas in an instant.
"His Highness Beckett! You're awake!"
With a metal shovel in one hand and a large scythe in the other, Woz, who had entered "unparalleled flower-slaying mode," was stunned for a moment when he saw Beckett open his eyes. He then put away his tools. The blue tanuki directly leaped in front of Beckett, tilting its head up, its eyes smiling like crescent moons.
Heaven knew how worried it had been just moments ago.
Beckett's physique was very special among Thanos's subordinates. He clearly had the potential to become an supreme warrior, and his body had an extremely fast recovery rate from injuries, yet he could still suffer from various illnesses that could take him down.
A prime example was Beckett's heart, which was extremely fragile. Thanos had conducted a physical examination of young Beckett, and the results indicated that Beckett's heart was highly susceptible to developing diseases.
Although the Nutrient Fluid prepared by Thanos over the years had meticulously managed the cells within Beckett's body, Beckett's heart had still stopped beating for a moment the instant he inhaled the hallucinogenic gas.
This sudden change had made Woz, who had been constantly monitoring Beckett's condition, extremely worried.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Reaching out to stroke Woz's smooth forehead, Beckett then shattered the Dreamflowers that were attempting to possess his body.
Woz, grinning, transformed back into a bracelet and returned to Beckett's right wrist.
"Disgusting things."
After recalling Woz, Beckett shifted his gaze back to the still wildly growing mass of Dreamflowers. He gathered energy in his hands, and two shockwaves instantly pulverized the purple flowers around him into a muddy pulp.
And the moment Beckett shattered the house, a chill suddenly rose in his heart. Brilliant white frost fragments, like stars, flashed throughout the entire Asgardian outpost with a furious roar!
Not far away, Hela held her right hand level, her dark hair fluttering in the wind, her expression as cold as frost.
"Learned from Jotunheim?"
Beckett, dispersing the energy in his hands, landed on the ground. He looked at the ground covered in ice crystals and flower petals, then raised his eyes to look at Hela.
"I told you, my mother is the wisest sorceress in the Nine Realms."
Hela, her long hair fluttering, glanced at the fallen Beckett. In the next second, her expression changed drastically.
The Asgardian soldiers who had inhaled the hallucinogenic gas, for some unknown reason, suddenly began to punch and kick their comrades, even Hela's adjutant, Kortian, was no exception.
"His Highness Beckett!"
Having finally broken free from the entanglement of the Asgardian soldiers, The Other, holding a scepter, struggled to reach Beckett's side, panting heavily.
The existence of the Mind Stone made The Other completely immune to the effects of the hallucinogenic gas, but his subordinates were not so lucky.
If The Other had not sensed that the situation was turning bad and forcibly put the biological cells in the Chitauri soldiers' mechanical programs into a dormant state, the fighting among the Asgardian army would not have been the only madness.
"Well done." Beckett, facing The Other's resourcefulness, did not spare his praise.
"What are you going to do now, Hela Odinsson?" After easily dodging her adjutant Kortian's attack and kicking him away, Beckett clapped the dust off his hands and watched with great interest as Hela's gloomy expression deepened.
He was not in a hurry to act. He was very eager to see how Hela, who had previously told him not to harm his own people, would deal with this chaotic army.
"Kill them?"
"Shut up. If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute." Hela glared fiercely at Beckett at his words, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Everywhere her gaze fell, she saw teammates fighting each other.
The gas from the Dreamflowers had a fatal allure for these Asgardian soldiers, who already possessed extraordinary skills.
To save these Asgardian soldiers, they had to be removed from the influence of the hallucinogenic gas, otherwise their life force would continue to drain away.
And to temporarily freeze these people's life force, preserving their hope of survival, was not difficult for Hela.
Life and death were merely a simple cycle.
She was the Goddess of Death of Asgard. As long as she was willing and her strength was sufficient, she could naturally temporarily freeze the life force of these Asgardian soldiers.
"If you don't want to be frozen, stay away from me." Hela's red lips parted slightly, uttering a warning to Beckett. Hela then raised both arms above her head, her posture erect, her fingers clasped together.
"What?" Beckett raised an eyebrow. On the right eye's light screen, the data on Hela from Woz's analysis panel was rapidly increasing.
"In the name of Asgard's Goddess of Death, I forgive your actions at this moment."
The arcane patterns on her black, form-fitting suit flared brightly the instant Hela's voice fell. Clad in Death Divinity, a seven-colored aurora frost energy, similar to the Bifrost's, poured from Hela's crossed fingers!
Hela's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, the seven-colored aurora frost energy completely freezing the entire encampment!
The life force of every Asgardian soldier was frozen and imprisoned by Hela, unable to flow away even a little.
This was the forgiveness from the Goddess of Death. The biting cold that could freeze the lives of Asgardians had, at this moment, become her trump card for saving them.
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