The enraged, roaring people were barely clothed, and the elder at the forefront had crimson bloodstains on his beard.
"Oh, you're not dead yet?"
"You really have a knack for survival."
The vast altar was shattered, and the scattered bricks and debris were enough to kill any able-bodied adult among the Midgardians.
In fact, that was precisely what had happened.
Aside from the four elders clad in sacrificial robes, all the other adults beneath the altar had lost their life force.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Witnessing Beckett effortlessly destroy the altar, the four elders exchanged glances and began to retreat.
That kind of power was something they could never hope to contend with in their current state.
All they could do now was to try and distract this man with their words and seize the opportunity to escape.
As long as they could return to their village, they would still have a chance to rise again.
"Me?"
"A Saiyan."
Bang!
Before he could even finish speaking, the power surging from beneath Beckett's feet made the very earth tremble!
The four elders, caught completely off guard, stumbled to the ground instantly, their postures awkward and ungraceful.
"You... you you you..."
Aside from the Demon God who had shown them a "miracle," this was the first time the four elders had witnessed such a powerful attack from another being.
If this strike had landed on their old bones...
The four of them shivered in unison.
With their frail bodies, even the blessings of a "god" likely wouldn't withstand his destructive power.
"Hey, old man, tell me, can that The Otherworldly Demon God you were trying to summon still come out?"
Beckett, showing disdain for the elders, walked up to them with the Energy Devouring Beast. He grabbed the most active and talkative elder and asked.
"Beckett, what do you want?"
Hela frowned, confused as to what trouble this man was stirring up now.
"Tell me, can he still come out!" Beckett clearly paid no mind to Hela, and the light emanating from his fingertip pierced through the chests of the other three elders in an instant.
The protective barriers, supposedly left by the "gods" on them, were like tender tofu under Beckett's attack, shattering with a single blow.
"...Yes... Yes!!"
The instinct for survival forced the elder to nod frantically. The Energy Devouring Beast, which had finished gnawing on an energy orb on Beckett's shoulder, wagged its tail and leaped onto the elder's shoulder to exact its revenge.
It remembered very clearly: it was this old man who had tied it to a cross!
And he had intended to cook it as a sacrifice!
Most importantly, he had touched it!!!
"Meow!!! Meow!!!!"
Seeking revenge for past grievances, the elder cried out in pain as the little pink paws scratched him. The adorable, round face was contorted with ferocity!
"Enough."
After waiting for a moment and losing patience, Beckett reached out and grabbed the orange cat by the scruff of its neck. The unwilling cat still flailed its limbs, baring its teeth and claws, looking exceptionally fierce and cute.
"Summon him."
After removing the Energy Devouring Beast from its "job," Beckett threw the elder onto the ground and commanded from above with his head held high.
"What did you say?"
"Beckett, are you crazy?"
"I'll handle the The Otherworldly Demon God. Give me the manufacturing data for the Warship core, and then you can return to the Dark Order."
Hela's figure suddenly appeared between Beckett and the elder, rejecting Beckett's command in her capacity as the Asgardian Princess, the future queen of the Nine Realms.
"This is my business, what right do you have to interfere?"
Beckett raised an eyebrow, and instead of retreating, he advanced, closing the distance to the nearby Hela.
"You?!"
Hela swung her hand, but Beckett grabbed it.
"No one can lay a hand on my pet, no one."
Lowering his head, and benefiting from his height advantage, Beckett's nose tip brushed against Hela's forehead.
"Meow!"
The orange cat, lazily perched on Beckett's shoulder after being taken off duty, raised its right front paw and chirped excitedly.
"The Otherworldly Demon God is not something you can handle." Hela looked directly at Beckett, her gaze unwavering.
She could even feel Beckett's breath on her face.
"I admit, your strength is immense, but you know absolutely nothing about magic."
"Those extradimensional demon gods, each of them wields an incredibly vast amount of terrifying magic. Just like the one we just faced. If it weren't for Woz reacting quickly, do you think you would have had a chance to counter?"
"Mother always said, only magic can fight magic."
Hela grew more confident as she spoke, her eyes shining with captivating brilliance. "Admit it, Beckett. You, who know nothing of magic, cannot possibly win."
Magic was her domain, not the playground of a brute like Beckett, whose mind was filled only with muscles.
"We shall see."
"I will find that The Otherworldly Demon God and, right in front of you, I'll blow him up."
Beckett, who had a firm grip on Hela's wrist, scoffed at her words.
"What if you don't succeed?"
Hela raised an eyebrow, no longer arguing with the man in front of her, and asked.
"For me, nothing is impossible."
Beckett sneered and released Hela's wrist.
"Father always said, as long as I wish it, the world will stand by my side."
The Other and Woz exchanged bewildered glances, unsure what Beckett and Hela were discussing so closely. The old man Beckett had tossed at his feet, however, cowered with his head in his hands under the imposing aura of the two.
"Your father talks a lot," Hela snorted coldly.
"Your mother talks just as much," Beckett retorted.
...
The Omega Galaxy, M78 Nebula, a certain planet.
Thanos, clad in golden armor and wielding the Great Blade, descended from the sky with his army, saving the planet and its people in his own way.
Blood and wails became the dominant theme on the battlefield. With advanced weapon systems and formidable personal strength, the Dark Order's forces quickly gained control of the entire planet's population, arranging them in various locations to await their final judgment.
Their proud magical civilization proved utterly ineffective against Thanos and his fleet.
"Damn you! Why!"
In front of Thanos, who held the Great Blade, a man slumped to the ground, having sustained several wounds. He looked at his fallen comrades and the crimson blood, his eyes wide with rage.
"This is salvation."
Thanos plunged the Great Blade into the ground, removed his helmet, and reached out to stroke the man's head, a hint of sadness in his gaze.
"And those people are the price that must be paid for salvation."
Spit!
Overwhelmed by grief and anger, the man spat a mouthful of blood. "You executioner!"
"In thirty years, you will understand the reason behind my actions." Thanos closed and then opened his eyes, the sadness replaced by an unshakeable, resolute will.
Slaughter was not his desire. If he could choose, he would rather be a farmer, growing crops and living peacefully.
However, an individual's development must always consider the course of history.
Since no one in this universe dared to step forward, he had no choice but to take the mantle.
Half fall into the abyss, all for a brighter tomorrow.
"Move out, next planet."
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