Just like that, the silent reality was easily distorted. In the blink of an eye, the environment around Beckett and Hela had drastically changed.
A cold, bloody moon hung high in the sky, and the skeletons of the dead crunched beneath their feet. It was an environment utterly foreign to both of them.
"Woz?"
Beckett scanned his surroundings, having lost contact with Woz. Not only Woz, but The Other, the Chitauri soldiers, and even the Dark Elves were nowhere to be seen.
Wherever his silver combat boots landed, several skeletons turned to dust. Beckett, feeling no sense of danger, frowned and looked up at the crescent of blood-red moon in the sky.
Hum!
Suddenly, Beckett heard the sound of something breaking through the air behind him. He didn't dodge, allowing a skeleton, reanimated from death, to slam its fist into his silver armor on his back.
The fragile skeleton couldn't withstand the recoil from the silver armor and shattered into pieces on the ground in an instant.
"?"
Beckett and Hela exchanged glances, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
Casually dealing with another skeleton that had sprung to life, Beckett finally sensed something was amiss. The number of reanimating skeletons was increasing with time, and their attack power was also growing.
"This is the so-called world of the dead?"
"Don't make me laugh. I haven't even sensed any Death Divinity. How could this possibly be the world of the dead?" As the wielder of Death Divinity, Hela absolutely refused to acknowledge this place, devoid of any Death Divinity, as a realm of the dead.
It was merely a despicable imitator, selling dog meat under the guise of a sheep's head.
"Clap, clap, clap..."
Sparse applause echoed from all directions. Three figures gradually materialized in the sky beneath the blood moon.
Aura with her purple eyes, Vilruzz with his blocky face, and Ur, or rather Kortian, covered in bloodstains.
"As expected of the daughter of Odin, who has awakened Death Divinity."
Among the three, Vilruzz, the one with the blocky face, stood with his hands behind his back. His deep, hoarse voice was filled with admiration.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Vilruzz, the foremost of the Twelve Cursed Warriors under the Dark Elf King."
"Not interested."
Beckett sneered and raised his hand towards Vilruzz in the air. The light surging from his fingertips instantly pierced Vilruzz's body!
"A powerful force, but... not enough."
Vilruzz, who should have had his heart pierced, looked down at his bleeding chest, a strange smile appearing on his blocky face.
"Your strength has already been seen through by the King."
Purple flowers bloomed from the skeletons at Beckett's feet, forming a sea. Countless white bones began to spin and merge, harmonized by Vilruzz's blood...
A fierce gale blew Beckett's black hair, and a bone dragon, obscuring the sky, gradually took shape, roaring at the blood-red crescent moon!
It was a dragon composed purely of skeletal structure.
"This is the nascent form of the God of Death, evolved from all the dead in our Svartalfheim. Now, take another look, does it possess any Death Divinity?"
Hela's expression was grim.
Because she could indeed smell the aura of death emanating from this bone dragon, an aura that shared the same origin as her own.
"Hey, how much Nutrient Fluid do you have left?"
Hela asked Beckett beside her, only to find him not listening at all. His gaze was fixed on the bone dragon, his eyes alight with excitement.
"Hey, Beckett!"
Boom!
A silver streak of light flashed by, and Beckett's power-infused fists slammed directly into the bone dragon, the embodiment of the dead!
As the light flowed, the just-formed bone dragon instantly collapsed!
"What?"
Vilruzz swallowed the words that were about to leave his mouth.
This was not right.
According to the information provided by the Frost Giant King Laufey, Beckett wasn't this strong.
"Hey, is this fragile fellow your God of Death?" Beckett frowned, having knocked down the bone dragon with a single punch. The bone dragon's strength was completely different from what he had sensed.
"Such a weak god."
With his foot on the bone dragon's leg, which was still struggling in its death throes, Beckett looked up.
"You guy..."
Vilruzz, floating in the air, narrowed his eyes and said, "Aura."
"Understood."
A genuine purple Dreamflower appeared in Aura's hand, its roots forcefully burrowing into Ur, who was still healing his wounds!
"You guys?!"
Ur looked down at the flower embedded in his heart. The markings of the Dreamflower on his arms glowed brighter, and his expression held six parts astonishment, three parts anger, and one part confusion.
"Everything is for the future of our race."
Hela watched coldly as the Dreamflower devoured all of Ur's life force. With a wave of her hand, Ur's corpse was sent to the deepest darkness of the underworld.
At the cost of abandoning Ur and sending his corpse to the graveyard of the underworld, she summoned the legendary God of Death of the Dark Elf race from Svartalfheim!
The ground beneath Beckett's feet trembled. The bone dragon, already on its last breath from his punch, was instantly enveloped by concentrated Infinity Stone isotopes, which then surged towards Vilruzz and Hela beneath the blood moon.
"I am the legendary God of Death and Battle among the Dark Elves!"
Roaring and bellowing, Vilruzz, who had absorbed this surge of Death Divinity and Infinity Stone isotopes into his entire body, gradually underwent a transformation.
His entire body was covered in special black metal, and sharp claws replaced the arms of the Dark Elf race, gleaming with a keen, cold light. The shield etched with mysterious patterns on his back split apart, and his scarlet eyes were particularly striking beneath the dragon-shaped metal helmet of black and gold.
"God of Death and Battle?"
Standing on the ground, Beckett, who had witnessed Vilruzz's transformation from beginning to end, had excitement glinting in his eyes.
Bang!
The two figures crossed paths beneath the blood moon!
Sharp claws shattered Beckett's silver armor, while a fierce whip kick sent Vilruzz crashing into the ground!
"Impossible!"
As the dust settled, Vilruzz looked up at the figure in the sky, his voice filled with disbelief.
He now possessed the power of the God of Death and Battle from the Dark Elves' folk legends, so why was this man's power still...
Unless...
No!
It couldn't be!
This was the method King personally taught him, and it couldn't be wrong.
It absolutely, absolutely couldn't be wrong.
"I am a god!!"
Roaring, Vilruzz, who had vaguely guessed something, raised his hands above his head. Countless streams of gray energy from the underworld converged in his palms!
"God says you shall die!"
Svartalfheim Energy Cannon!
"God?" Beckett, floating beneath the blood moon, shattered the silver armor that had been torn apart. A biting cold wind blew against his black combat suit, and the corners of his mouth turned up as energy gathered in his hands:
"Even if you are a god, I'll kill you."
The silver-white energy beam collided with the Svartalfheim Energy Cannon, erupting in dazzling sparks that nearly blinded Hela, who was watching.
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