"His Highness Beckett, Woz cannot detect the power levels within Ms. Hela."
The data on the light screen at Beckett's right eye displayed a mess of garbled code. Hela, empowered by Death Divinity, possessed incredibly strange strength. Even Woz, who had previously experienced Divinity alongside Beckett, couldn't make a quantitative comparison.
Thump!
After freezing the life force of the Asgardian soldiers, Hela, pale-faced, collapsed to the ground.
With her current strength, immobilizing an entire army of soldiers at once was still a bit of a strain, her pallid complexion a testament to her depleted power.
"Hoo..."
Hela, hands braced on the ground, panted heavily, cold sweat pouring down like rain. Beckett's silver combat boots, belonging to him, were abruptly reflected in her pupils. Hela looked up, and out of pride, staggered to her feet.
"A nice move." Having landed, with The Other following closely behind, Beckett surveyed the surroundings, marveling at the lifelike ice sculptures.
He had done this before, or rather, had The Other do it, when they invaded Tofa.
"Is this why you Asgardians sought me out to trade for the Casket of Ancient Winters?"
Beckett, who had never asked Hela the reason for the trade, felt his thoughts churn as he saw the familiar scene of ice sculptures before him. He tilted his head and asked.
"The Casket of Ancient Winters contains the purest Frost Giant power in the Nine Realms. Laufey used that power to contend with my father, Odin, on the battlefield."
"We Asgardians cannot wield Frost Giant power, but after my mother studied the Casket of Ancient Winters, she created several magic spells with the same properties as Frost Giant power, based on the power structure surging within it."
"This magic could help your father confuse Laufey, the King of the Frost Giants, during their battles. It sounds like a good idea." Following Hela's words, Beckett easily guessed the plan of Frigga, the Queen of the Gods of Asgard.
He had initially thought the trade for the Casket of Ancient Winters was Odin's idea, but now it seemed that Frigga, in order to ensure her husband's safety, had proactively proposed it to Odin.
"I told you, my mother is the most intelligent sorceress in the Nine Realms." Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, a lingering pride crept into the corners of Hela's eyes.
"And then, are you going to run back to your mother crying?" Glancing at the weakened Hela, Beckett raised an eyebrow, watching her expression with keen interest.
Seeing this detestable woman in a weakened state brought Beckett great pleasure.
"I wouldn't go back to my mother even if you were crying to go back to your father." Hela's mouth was defiant, but her body betrayed her. With a genuine weakness, she toppled forward.
Seeing this, Beckett flashed forward, letting the weakened Hela face-plant, scattering shattered ice crystals everywhere.
"Really?" Beckett raised his hand, and Woz, his gauntlet transforming into the robotic cat, pulled a tube of green Nutrient Fluid from his abdominal pocket and handed it to Beckett.
"But you don't seem to be in good condition right now. Want a bottle?" Crouching down, right in front of Hela, Beckett dangled the green Nutrient Fluid in his hand, the smile on his lips growing more unrestrained.
"This stuff is much more effective than the healing potion I injected you with back at the Jotunheim Royal Court. Drink this, and in about thirty seconds, your depleted energy will be replenished, restoring you to your normal state."
"Even if I go back to Asgard right now, I won't accept anything from you."
Did she expect to bow down to this idiot who only ever said, "Father said..."?
Absolutely impossible!
"Are you sure you don't want it?" Beckett's smile became more playful. He thoroughly enjoyed Hela's current state, her inability to resist him.
"Ab-so-lute-ly not." Hela stared intently at the man before her.
"Is that so? In that case, never mind then." The test tube containing the Nutrient Fluid spun between his fingers. Beckett stood up and, right in front of Hela, crushed the test tube in his hand.
The green Nutrient Fluid scattered across the ground, dissolving into the ice crystals, the action utterly silent.
"I never ask the same question a third time." Beckett released his hand, stepped on the shattered test tube, and turned to leave, snapping his fingers as he did so.
Snap!
"Woz, change the fleet's flight path. Prepare to scout Svartalfheim."
"The Other, awaken the Chitauri soldiers. Have them search the ground in groups of five, in 48 teams, conducting a carpet search."
After issuing the commands, Beckett suddenly stopped, tilting his head, a smile on his lips that Hela found extremely repulsive. "After all, there are no illusions interfering with them now."
Hela, who had staggered to her feet, lowered her eyelids, let out a dismissive "tsk," and turned to walk in the opposite direction of Beckett.
"Daughter of Odin, Son of Thanos, I must say, you two have truly surprised me."
Just as Beckett and Hela were about to part ways, a voice emerged, causing both of them to halt. They stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.
Dense black mist was starkly visible against the pristine white ice crystals. A figure, whose lower body was submerged in the black mist, appeared before them.
"Malekith."
Hela softly murmured the name of the newcomer.
This name had left a significant mark in Asgard's history textbooks. When Hela was a child studying history, she had read extensively about the grievances between this Malekith and her grandfather, Bor.
"I'm glad you still recognize me. It means I've left a deep enough impression on Bor, and on your Asgard."
Looking at Hela, a descendant of his granddaughter's generation, Malekith spread his right palm, and a purple Dreamflower appeared in his hand.
"So it was you, Malekith." Seeing the Nightmare Flower that had driven countless Asgardian warriors insane, Hela gritted her teeth, her reason desperately suppressing her urge to charge forward.
In her current extremely weakened state, she was no match for Malekith.
"A descendant who has awakened Death Divinity? Bor truly is enviable." Even someone as powerful as Malekith could clearly discern the divine attribute that had manifested in Hela earlier.
The clearer he saw, the deeper Malekith's hatred for Bor and Asgard grew.
One Odin was enough, but now even the third generation, Hela, was a powerful being who had awakened Death Divinity. In contrast, his Svartalfheim, let alone the new generation, even the middle-aged generation had few capable fighters. Why was that?
The neighboring Jotunheim had at least produced a Laufey who could barely contend with Odin.
In Malekith's eyes, this was entirely the consequence of that old immortal Bor shamelessly and forcefully plundering the various mystical resources of the Nine Realms to nourish a single Asgard.
The Otherwise, why?
Why?!
Jealousy caused Malekith's protoplasm to separate.
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I forgot to schedule this chapter for 9:30... awkward (︶︿︶) = 凸
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