In the extreme dark realm, Beckett, who used himself as the light source to forcibly lit up the surrounding 100-meter area, stared blankly at Hela, who was lying on the ground and bleeding, unable to say a word.

This time…is it true?

I killed Hela with my own hands?

"Damn..."

"This time... it's really..." Hela, who fell to the ground, looked up at the darkness above her head, where her hands were out of sight. Because of excessive blood loss, her red lips were no longer as bright as before.

A little helplessness and a little unwillingness appeared on the pale cheeks.

She had thought of many ways to die - being killed by Odin, being killed by Friga, being killed by Surtel, etc., but she never thought that one day she would die at Beckett's hands.

Died at the hands of this man...

The sharp loss of vitality made Hela, who was trying to straighten up, squirt out another mouthful of blood.

Above the chest, there were white bones in the shaky wounds.

"I'm really unwilling to accept it..." Hela only felt that the vision in front of her was beginning to blur.

This way of dying is so vain.

After half a lifetime of war, he was lonely for thousands of years, but in the end he died at the hands of this man because of an accident created by a DOMAM...

"Beckett...I..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Open your mouth, you can't die." Beckett, who had a cold face, moved out a whole box of nutrient solution directly from the bracelet space.

He pinched Hela's mouth with his left hand and poured it into her mouth one by one.

"Ahem......"

"Ahem......"

Perhaps because of his impatientness, Beckett's movements seemed a bit rough, so that Hela kept coughing.

Choked.

"Enough."

"Didn't you find it useless?" Hela locked Beckett's left wrist with one hand and spread the man's wrist in an extremely tough posture.

"Shut up!"

"Your nutrient solution is useless to me here." Hela shook her head, feeling very calm when she talked about her injuries.

After several bottles of nutrient solution, the rich vitality evaporated before he could repair the serious injuries in Hela's body.

Real instant evaporation.

The ultimate darkness is enough to swallow all energy matter, causing the nutrient solution that Beckett took out completely to lose its due effect.

"Shut up and keep drinking."

"If you don't want to die."

Beckett glanced at Haila coldly.

If you don’t drink nutrient solution, Hela will really die and will be swallowed up by this extreme darkness for the last trace of vitality.

Drinking nutrient solution at least there is a chance to live.

"And what? How much nutrient solution do you have?"

"This thing is a waste to me."

Shaking the test tube with green liquid, Hela opened her mouth and drank it completely.

Beckett's movements were too rough, making her feel uncomfortable, so she still had to do it herself.

"Enough to support you until you leave here."

Hela does not comment.

She is in a bad state now, and the nutrient solution and the devouring of the dark world formed a strange balance in her body. Without the injury worsening, she can indeed live for a while but...

"I can't find the way with you." Hela, who drank another bottle of nutrient solution and tried to stand up, failed again.

She couldn't even straighten her body now, let alone follow Beckett to run around in this endless dark world.

It's hard to walk.

"……………Hold it." Beckett was silent for a while, then threw a box of nutrient solution at his feet to Haila's hand and signaled her to hold it.

“???”

"Beckett, you—"

Hela's doubts came to an abrupt end. In her incredible gaze, Beckett actually bent down and hugged her in his arms in a "princess hug" way?!

"Why are you so skilled??" Hela was amazed.

The princess hugging posture is a bit standard, and Beckett seems to be more skillful, and he actually knows the best stress point???

"Shut up!" Beckett, who picked up Hela, looked ahead, and his toes gently tapped the ground, and his whole body suddenly soared into the air.

The only light in the extreme darkness illuminated Hela's pale cheeks, and the elusive hidden attacks disappeared under Beckett's protection.

But, this is not a solution after all.

Even if you identify one direction, this road seems to have no end.

Beckett didn't know how long he had been holding Hela and was in endless darkness. He was almost forgotten about the concept of time.

The only thing he knew was that Hela had drunk two boxes of nutrient solution. The third box, that is, the last box, was about to come to an end.

Or, it's already bottomed out.

"Beckett."

"Shut up."

"Enough, Beckett."

"I'm tired..."

Hela threw the last box of nutrient solution that had already bottomed out on the ground, and Beckett was forced to stop and continue moving forward.

"Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to, but I prefer to die quietly than to die on the way to find hope."

Hela in Beckett's arms raised his eyes and faced him.

His expression was extremely calm.

Beckett tightened his arms, and Haila frowned in an instant, "Let me go."

Beckett seemed to have never heard of it.

"I said, let me go, Beckett."

"Shut up."

"Let me go!" Hela rushed back without hesitation, looking quite unhappy.

Zheng!

Seeing that Beckett still didn't hear it, Hela directly reconstructed a dagger and pressed it against his throat.

"I said, let me go, now." The dagger with a cold light flashed forward a few more minutes and could touch Beckett's skin. Even so, Beckett could still feel Hela's murderous intent.

She really wants to kill herself.

Becket's eyes suddenly became cold.

"Ahem......"

Suddenly she fell from Beckett's arms. Even though Hela was prepared, the pain that could be called a nerve-wracking pain made her unable to help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The dark red blood fell on Beckett, who did not dodge or avoid.

Dyeed his black loose combat suit red.

"It's really...your style..." Hela, who gritted his teeth and reconstructed two spears on the ground as crutches, slowly stood up in front of Beckett.

"You asked for it." Beckett looked at the stubborn woman in front of him coldly.

"I am the king. Even if the king dies, he will die with dignity."

"Being held in your arms and waiting to die is not considered dignity." A smug smile appeared on his cheeks, and Hela held his head up in front of Beckett as much as possible, and stood up straight.

"It's actually strange. I thought I would be very angry when I was killed, but now it seems that I don't feel that uncomfortable."

"Enough, I will take you out!" Beckett interrupted Hela's words in great annoyance.

"Why?"

"I-what?" Beckett felt that the woman in front of him must have been broken by him.

"Why should I save me?"
To be continued...