Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

"Stop Beckett! This matter is our Asgard affair, not your business!"

Hela, who was floating in the air and combed her hair into a beating look, warned without turning her head back.

"I hate people pointing guns at me."

"So, they must die." Beckett's voice just fell, and his figure had already stepped on the corner of the cliff, and the long golden hair in the sun was dazzling and dazzling!

The silver-white beams were mixed with endless weapons, and the 1024 members of the First Team of the Nine Realms United Army Pioneer Army died in an instant!

The hundreds of people who were shivering in the open space now raised their heads in a daze, looking up at the two figures who descended like savior gods above their heads:

The man is tall and majestic, with a stern face, a white robe, and his blond hair dazzled in the warm sunshine with a touch of soul-stirring flashes;

The woman is valiant and handsome, with a beautiful face, tight clothes wrapped around her body, and long black hair fluttering freely in the cold wind.

"Are you... our... savior?"

Text Chapter 80 Eternal Fame

"Savior? Sure enough, it's a weakling who only looks forward to being rescued." Beckett, who was floating in the air, sneered when he heard the words, his eyes were full of pride and disdain.

"Why, do you think it's great that you saved them? That's why you can speak sarcastically here?" Hela beside her looked at him coldly.

"They are weak, but that doesn't mean they haven't tried to resist. The blood on the ground is proof."

"Look at the corpses of those who resisted the villagers, and ask yourself, if one day, you lose the power you are proud of now, will you be able to achieve their level?"

"I bet you can't do it, because your arrogance and rudeness are deeply rooted in your bones. If one day you lose your current power, I bet you will die because of your mouth, and you will be cut by your enemy at the first time. Beheaded again."

Looking down at the group of villagers who were supposed to be sheltered by the Asgard camp, Hela landed in front of them without looking back, leaving Beckett alone in mid-air, and her ears kept ringing before Hela left. The last sentence left: "But it is, after all, you are the son of the Titans, how can you understand what the meaning of [Guardian] is, because you have nothing to guard."

[You are just a war machine that only knows how to kill. 】

The last sentence, Hela didn't say it.From what she knew about Beckett, it was unavoidable to say this sentence.At this time when the situation in Midgart is still unclear, Hela does not need to be entangled with a man who trades IQ for combat power.

At this time, Hela, who was full of love for everything under the rule of Asgard, was grateful to more than a hundred survivors as the princess of Asgard.

Of course, the object of their kneeling also included Beckett, who was still floating in mid-air and expressionless.

【guard? 】

Beckett closed his eyes, and the thoughts surging in his mind instantly brought him back to the time when he was most powerless.

In the rescue capsule, I was unable to slap the protective cover and weeping, and outside the rescue capsule weeping goodbye to my mother.

Beckett hated himself as a baby at that time, because he was weak at that time.

Weakness is the original sin.

Just like him in the past, and like the hundreds of survivors under his feet.

Opening his eyes, the experience of growing up in the dark quadrant helped Beckett suppress the tumultuous thoughts in his heart. He turned his head to look, and TheOther, holding a blue scepter, was looking at himself with a worried expression: "His Royal Highness Beckett?"

"what happened?"

"No, nothing." Seeing Beckett open his eyes, TheOther's head shook like a rattle.

"His Royal Highness Beckett, just now your strength value fluctuated extremely violently for some unknown reason, but now it has returned to normal."

"In addition, according to Woz's estimation, the extremely mysterious cosmic power sent into your body by Astra will completely disappear in four or ten minutes."

"At that time, you will lose the power boosting form in front of you." Woz, who was constantly monitoring Beckett's physical condition, reminded him with all his heart.

"Four and 10 minutes later, I see."

Beckett landed on the ground, the white robes dancing in the wind had not wiped away the frost and snow dyed on the bright silver boots, and the survivors who had been paying attention to Beckett's movements at any time had sent leaders to come to Beckett. Respectfully, thank him face to face.

"Send the positioning coordinates here to Ebony Maw and let him land near here."

Seeing the words of thanks that appeared one after another on the translation panel, Beckett didn't feel anything, but TheOther behind him suddenly widened his eyes and suddenly felt that his status as the number one loyal minister of His Royal Highness Beckett was not guaranteed.

I have been with His Royal Highness Beckett for a while, except for the ebony throat who has been complimenting Thanos all the time. TheOther has never seen a hymn sung louder than himself.

But now the leader of the survivors, he did it.

A series of exaggerated and exaggerated adjectives, such as [Savior], [Golden Flash], [Legendary God], etc., really helped TheOther to enrich his vocabulary. TheOther felt that he would congratulate His Royal Highness Beckett in the future. Words could be longer.

Plus, in TheOther's view, this isn't the most outrageous compliment.In his opinion, the most outrageous is:

[We want to build a statue for you, and let our future children and grandchildren know your power through this statue...]

What is a professional?

That's called professionalism!

For the first time in his life, TheOther, who considers himself to be the most important minister under His Royal Highness Beckett and whose status is like an ebony throat to Thanos, felt panic for the first time in his life.

What if His Royal Highness Beckett was complimented and comfortable, what should I do with this man by my side?

study!Must learn!

With the mentality of learning, TheOther, holding a blue scepter, was about to approach the leader of the survivor who had been promised by Beckett, but was directly stuck on the step of language communication.

What the Midgards said he didn't understand, and what the Midgards said, he didn't understand.The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and they communicated entirely by dancing body language.

"When will your people arrive?"

Seeing TheOther and the survivors mingle because of dancing and dancing, Hela paced to the side of Beckett, who was lying on the stump with her arms crossed and her chest folded, her eyes drifting into the distance.