The magical giant sword shattered under the crushing of pure power, and a hint of incredible appeared in Hela's eyes. Since her debut, no one has survived her magic combination moves, but now, Beckett has done it.

The long ink hair fluttered freely with the strong wind, but Hela's condition was far less free and easy than his own hair.

Her body was almost hollowed out by three forbidden magic.

Since her debut, she has used magic for a few times. In most cases, she can rely on her powerful force to crush her all the way.

Hela, who can create infinite weapons and move their weapons at will, is simply a killer in a large war. It is precisely for this reason that Hela's own practice when she grew up is more inclined toward awakened divinity and the divine power of the Asa tribe itself, and did not study too deeply about the magic taught by her mother.

"You lost, Hela Odinson." Beckett, who broke the life and death barrier with one punch, fell from the sky and landed in front of Hela. Behind him were golden lights scattered on the ground.

That was the fragment of the golden giant sword.

The silver breastplate on her chest was still intact and dizzy in the sunset. Beckett stretched out his right hand and pinched Hela's throat.

"Celebrate! The great descendant of Titans, the son of Thanos, and the young His Highness Beckett successfully defeated the daughter of Odin from Asgard! This must be a battle that will be recorded in history!"

The other's voice sounded at the right time, interrupting Beckett's gaze with Hela.

The other, holding a scepter, was still catching his master Beckett gē      sòng    dé, suddenly gained two cold sights. His words were a little blocked for a moment, and he didn't know what to say.

Could it be that my congratulations were wrong?

the     The other brain is running rapidly, thinking about whether to read more books after going back to enrich your vocabulary. After all, it really seems a bit uneducated after going over and over again.

"Do you always live in this kind of praise?" Hela, who was pinched by Beckett's throat, had no look of fear on his face. Instead, he showed considerable interest in the other who flattered Beckett.

Although this kind of subordinate seems to be very exaggerated, once you accept this self-promoted setting, it seems to be surprisingly touching?

"You don't seem to understand your situation yet." Beckett ignored the other who was still holding a scepter behind him, counting Beckett's past glory. His cold eyes returned to Hela's face, pinching Hela's five fingers that pinched Hela's throat and increased his strength. Hela's face only showed a look of pain at the right time.

"Beckett, this is your name, right?" In the external manifestation, Hela's breathing became more and more difficult.

"Now, I can be sure that Thanos hasn't taught you how to face an Asgardian mage."

The painful expression on Hela's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by an abnormal smile. Beckett frowned, and before he could think about what Hela's words meant, his body's instinct had already made him dodge.

Several weapons made of magic metal passed by Beckett, and Hela in front of Beckett had become a chōng    qì    wá kid.

The sharp weapon directly pierced the doll's limbs and nailed the air-lost doll to the plain stained with blood.

"Asgard's substitute magic is different from the trick magic of those three-legged cats outside."

“It’s very realistic.”

Hela's figure appeared from Beckett's left front, and her face looked a little pale because of the hollowing of her body, but this did not affect her pride and complacent.

She was suppressed in melee combat, and she was still a ranged mage.

The dual cultivation of magic and martial arts is so willful.

After seeing Hela clearly escaped from the trap, the other had just finished the thoughts of running to Beckett, quietly staying with the army of Chitari, who had destroyed more than half of the destroyed ones, and watching the changes.

“Born trick.”

Becket glanced at the doll that was stained with blood, and a trace of disdain crawled on the corners of his eyes.

In the face of absolute strength, anything fancy is a paper tiger.

"How many times can your body allow you to perform this so-called magic?" For Beckett, the bad situation of Hela's body is already obvious.

"It's no problem to hold on until you fall." Even though his physical condition was bad, Hela still thought Beckett was in a worse condition than himself.

He had his arms poked two holes by magic arrows, his internal organs were squeezed by the crystal wall, and his punch that had just hit the Holy Sword of Judgment. Hela did not think that Beckett would be in a state of unscathing after this series of things.

"I appreciate your confidence. When the enemies I encountered before, they crawled at my feet without exception, begged for mercy, begging me to spare their lives." Beckett narrowed his eyes and walked towards Hela's position step by step.

He was almost stabbed to death when he was seven years old and he still survived. At present, this injury is at most a medium.

For Beckett, as long as he is not dead, the problem will not be big. If he doesn't help, he will bubble up the spring of life on the warship, and all his worries will be solved.

"Really? That's a coincidence. I've also killed many arrogant men on the battlefield who think they are sure to win like you."

As soon as Haila raised her hand, dozens of weapons appeared immediately beside her, pointing her finger directly at Beckett.

For Hela, the injury on her body was not a big problem. She could recover after two days of returning to Asgard, and even her strength could be strengthened with the blessing of Asgard.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

The other, who had already sang a hymn for Beckett, stood clearly on Beckett's side, with the blue scepter in his hand emitting a faint light. He did not regard the unintelligent tribe members as his compatriots. The other used his scepter to control a squad of Swiss soldiers to prepare to start a sneak attack.

Suddenly, he felt like he was a little... cold?

No! How could this plain at room temperature be?

The other realized something was wrong. He just wanted to speak to remind Beckett of the situation, but his body was quickly frozen. Together with the Qitarui army behind him, he became an ice sculpture in the sunset.

The sunset in the sky reflects dazzling colorful light on tens of thousands of ice crystals.

"Hera Odinson, daughter of Odin. I think Laufi will be very happy to kill you."

A large number of blue giants slowly appeared on the skyline dyed red by the sunset. After receiving the garrison army's request for help, the frost giant reinforcements, the closest to the garrison army, arrived at their destination at this moment.

Although it was a little late and the garrison was completely destroyed, he saw a lonely and looking at the wounded daughter of Odin. As for the monkey with only a tail beside Hela, he didn't know it, and there was no need to know it.

If you beat them to death together, you won’t be a friendly army anyway.
Chapter completed!