The magnificent fleet of warships unleashed their cannons in unison at Beckett's command.
Plasma Cannons, Annihilation Cannons, Space Particle Beam Orbital Cannons, Positron Cannons, and other attacks bombarded the beasts summoned by the 404 Malekiths.
Dense energy, piercing cries; furious roars, powerless deaths.
The interwoven firepower of the warships drove the bleeding monsters out of the area occupied by the Asgardian soldiers frozen in ice, instantly increasing their energy consumption to one hundred percent.
A hazy, dazzling light bid farewell to the beastly legion led by the eight-legged, double-clawed monster. The boisterous winds stirred Hela's now shorter, ink-black hair. Behind Beckett, The Other, holding the scepter with the Mind Stone, peeked out, as if confirming whether these monsters were dead.
"Rejoice!"
"The great Son of Titan, the revered Lord of Chitauri Prime Beckett! This is a conquest spanning multiple galaxies!"
"At this very moment! The legendary monster of the Dark Elf race has been defeated by His Highness Beckett, and Hela, the daughter of Odin, King of Asgard, has surrendered at His Highness Beckett's feet—"
The praise The Other was chanting suddenly stopped.
Hela's icy gaze made him break out in a cold sweat, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.
The Other could swear that the moment Hela met his eyes, he truly felt as if he saw death.
True, terrifying death.
"Your Highness Beckett, all targets have been eliminated." The roar of the cannons ceased, and Woz's voice sounded in Beckett's ear. The energy loss from this attack was also reflected on the screen in front of Beckett.
"Transmit the twelve previously located sites to the warship's main system and have the reconnaissance teams scout them in batches." Beckett ordered, unconcerned about the energy expenditure.
"Yes, Your Highness Beckett."
Upon hearing this, Woz transmitted the previously detected landmark information to the warship's main system: "Lord The Other, please awaken the Chitauri soldiers on the warships and transfer their control to Woz."
The Other, whose heart was racing from Hela's deathly stare, nodded frantically and quickly boarded the ship with the scepter that controlled the Chitauri race soldiers.
Hela was too dangerous in this state, causing the biological instincts within The Other to feel fear.
"You're better off going back to Asgard to cry to your mother," Beckett warned Hela, watching all this with a cold eye. Holding the spoils he had taken from Hela, he glanced at the torn tight combat suit on Hela's thigh, sneered, and turned to leave.
"See what help your so-called wise mother can provide you."
"Wait a moment." Before Beckett's taunting words were finished, Hela interrupted him directly.
"Oh?" Beckett stopped and looked at Hela sideways.
"I'll go with you."
"A defeated foe has no right to fight alongside me." Beckett waved the spoils in his hand. Hela's expression remained as calm as ever.
"But you need someone who knows about the Aether, and I am that person." Suppressing her anger and calming her sorrow, Hela extended her hand, and a book immediately appeared in her palm.
"Malekith had countless entanglements with my grandfather, Bor. Regarding him and the Aether, our Asgardian royal family's secrets contain detailed records."
"The information recorded in this book contains things you don't know. For example, do you know what the Aether, Malekith's trump card weapon, actually looks like?"
"No, you don't." Hela shook her head and walked step by step closer to Beckett.
"But I do."
"Your Artificial Intelligence is not omniscient. It knows almost nothing about Malekith or the Dark Elves."
"What do you say, Beckett?"
She stopped, standing firm.
The book in Hela's palm came into Beckett's view—"Asgard History Textbook: Compulsory Three."
"Bring the remaining Asgardian soldiers onto your warship. After the hallucinogenic gas in their bodies dissipates, I will let them return to Asgard on their own."
"Consider this as a deposit. After the transaction is complete, these four books, which are also only circulated within our Asgardian royal family, will all be yours." After throwing the Compulsory Three into Beckett's hand, Hela produced four more books from somewhere, arranging them in a row.
"Compulsory One," "Compulsory Two," "Elective One," "Elective Two."
Beckett frowned and reached out to flip through the table of contents of the book in his hand:
"Unit 1: Evolution of Mainstream Ideologies in Traditional Asgardian Culture";
"Unit 2: The Origin and Development of Svartalfheim";
"..."
???
The dense text made Beckett's head hurt.
"Woz."
"Woz cannot scan, Your Highness Beckett." Beckett, who wanted Woz to input the data, received news that was not exactly good for him.
"It's useless. These books are royal family-exclusive history textbooks. They bear the power imprints of Asgard's successive kings." Hela, seeing Beckett's subtle expressions, couldn't help but curve her lips into a faint, subtle arc.
"Of course, if there's anything you don't understand, I can teach you."
"Shut your mouth, loser."
Hela's face darkened.
Beckett expressionlessly stored the books in his wristband. The massive warship fleet slowly landed under Woz's control, and the reconnaissance teams departed in batches. The two empty warships were perfectly filled with the Asgardian soldiers frozen in ice.
"Woz, did Beckett not go to school when he was a child?"
Hela, entering the main ship right after Beckett, felt like she might have a chance to catch up in terms of learning.
"Ms. Hela, His Highness Beckett's learning methods are not this outdated."
Hela: "..."
"His Highness Beckett." The Other, who had boarded the warship ahead of Beckett to issue orders to his people, saw Hela entering right behind Beckett. He opened his mouth, but couldn't manage to say anything further.
That death glare from before had left a significant psychological scar on The Other.
"Prepare for departure." Beckett boarded the console, pulled out a control screen, and opened the landmark map that Woz had previously transmitted into the warship's main system, selecting the closest location to them.
The massive fleet of warships slowly lifted off, the turbulent air currents tearing through the dim sky as they gradually sailed towards the unknown distance...
...
"Kortian?"
"Her Highness Hela?"
Shortly after the warship fleet departed, within the frozen Asgardian outpost, the former outpost commander Kyl, who was imprisoned in an underground isolation room, awoke from his coma. Shaking his dazed head, he pushed open the dilapidated isolation door and shouted loudly, but received no response.
"What on earth happened in the outpost?"
Kyl stroked the small mustache on his lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally walked out of the isolation room. The underground defense measures were in ruins everywhere from the shelling, but Kyl found no bodies of any Asgardian soldiers.
"Strange, what is this— Huh?"
Kyl paused his gesture of stroking his mustache. He discovered an entrance to a passage he had never seen before within the outpost. Kyl surmised that it might have been revealed due to the building's collapse.
Fully alert, Kyl slowly entered the unfamiliar passage.
It was narrow at first, but opened up greatly upon reaching the end.
In the large room, a corpse without a face came into view. The Asgardian soldier uniform on the body made Kyl's vigilance even higher.
[What is this?]
After a long period of vigilance with no unusual signs, Kyl finally approached the Faceless Corpse. The half-eaten roasted meat had already rotted on the ground near the corpse. The distinctive wound on the Faceless Corpse's neck made Kyl's expression change drastically!
"Kortian?!"
Thanks to [Biting the Tail] and [Totem★Dragon] for the tips~
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