Asgard History Textbook

The magnificent fleet of warships roared to life at Beckett's command.

Plasma Cannon, Annihilation Cannon, Space Particle Beam Orbital Cannon, Positron Cannon, and other attacks all bombarded the 404 Beast summoned by Malekith.

Intense energy, piercing howls; furious roars, powerless deaths.

The barrage of fire from the fleet drove the bleeding monsters away from the area where the Asgard soldiers' ice sculptures were located, instantly boosting the energy consumption to 100%.

A dazzling light sent away the Beast army led by the eight-legged, pincer-like monster. The raging wind and waves tossed Hela's now shorter, dark hair. Behind Beckett, The Other, holding the Mind Stone Scepter, peered around, seemingly trying to confirm whether the monsters were dead.

"Celebrate!"

"The great Son of Titan, His Highness His Highness Beckett, the revered Lord of Chitauri Prime! This is a conquest spanning several galaxies!"

"At this very moment! The legendary monster of the Dark Elves has been defeated by His Highness Beckett, Hela, daughter of Odin, King of Asgard, submits at His Highness Beckett— "

The hymn being chanted by The Other suddenly stopped.

Hela's icy gaze sent a chill down her spine, and she instinctively tried to back away.

The Other could swear to God that the moment Hela looked into his eyes, he truly felt as if he were seeing death.

A real, horrific death.

"Your His Highness Beckett, all targets have been eliminated." The roar of artillery fire ceased, Woz's voice rang in Beckett's ears. The energy consumption of this attack was also reflected on the screen in front of Beckett.

"Transmit the twelve previously located locations to the main warship system, and have the reconnaissance teams go out to investigate in batches," Beckett ordered, seemingly unconcerned about energy consumption.

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett."

Upon hearing this, Woz transmitted the previously detected landmark information to the warship's main system: "The Other, please awaken the Chitauri soldiers on the warship and transfer control of them to Woz."

The Other, whose heart was racing from Hela's death stare, nodded hastily and quickly boarded the spaceship with the scepter that could control the Chitauri race soldiers.

Hela is in such a dangerous state that it has caused the biological abilities within The Other to generate feelings of fear.

"You'd better go back to Asgard and cry to your mother," Beckett warned Hela, who had been watching everything with a cold eye. Holding the spoils he had taken from Hela, he glanced at the torn bodysuit on Hela's thigh, sneered, and turned to leave.

"See what help your wisest mother can give you."

"Wait a minute." Hela interrupted Beckett before he could finish his sarcastic remarks.

"Oh?" Beckett stopped and turned to look at Hela.

"I'll go with you."

"You defeated opponent are not worthy to fight alongside me." Beckett waved the spoils in his hand, Hela remained expressionless.

"But you need someone who knows about the Aether, and I am that person." Suppressing her anger and calming her grief, Hela reached out, and a book immediately appeared in Hela palm.

"Malekith had countless entanglements with my grandfather Bor, and the secrets of our Asgard royal family Central City detailed about him and the Aether."

"The information recorded in this book is all things you don't know. For example, do you know what the Aether, which is Malekith's trump card weapon, actually looks like?"

"No, you don't know." Hela shook her head and walked closer to Beckett step by step.

"And I know."

"Your Artificial Intelligence is not omnipotent; it knows almost nothing about Malekith or the Dark Elf."

"How are you, Beckett?"

Stand firm and steady.

The book in Hela's palm caught Beckett's eye—"The Asgardian Calendar, Required Course 3".

"Bring the remaining Asgard soldiers onto your warship. Once the hallucinogenic gas in their bodies dissipates, I will let them return to Asgard on their own."

"Consider this a deposit. Once the transaction is complete, these four books, which are also only circulated within our Asgard royal family, will all be yours." After tossing the compulsory book III into Beckett's hands, Hela found four more books in her hands, lined up in a row.

Required Course 1, Required Course 2, Elective Course 1, Elective Course 2.

Beckett frowned and reached for the table of contents of the book in his hand:

Unit 1: The Evolution of Mainstream Thought in Asgard Traditional Culture;

Unit Two: The Origins and Development of Svartalfheim

"..."

???

The densely packed text records gave Beckett a headache.

"Woz."

"Woz is unable to scan, Your His Highness Beckett." Beckett, who wanted Woz to input the data, received news that was not exactly good for him.

"It's no use. These books are our royal family's history textbooks, bearing the power imprints left by our Asgardian Calendar." Hela, noticing Beckett's subtle expression, unconsciously raised the corners Hela her mouth in a subtle smile.

"Of course, if there's anything you don't understand, I can teach you."

"Shut your mouth, you loser."

Hela's face darkened.

Beckett expressionlessly stored the books in his bracelet. The massive fleet of warships slowly landed under Woz's control, and reconnaissance teams set off one after another. The two empty warships were filled to the brim by Asgard soldiers and ice sculptures.

"Woz, didn't Beckett go to school when he was a child?"

Hela, who entered the main ship shortly after Beckett, felt that she might be able to turn the tables in terms of her studies.

"Ms. Hela, His Highness Beckett's learning methods are not that outdated."

Hela: "..."

"Your His Highness Beckett." The Other, who had boarded the warship before Beckett to give orders to his people, saw Hela walking in shortly after Beckett. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything more.

That death stare earlier had left The Other with a deep psychological scar.

"Prepare to depart." Beckett pulled out the control screen from the console, opened the landmark map that Woz had previously transmitted into the warship's main system, and selected the location that was closest to them at that moment.

A massive fleet of warships slowly took off, the shockwaves tearing through the dim sky, gradually sailing towards the unknown distance...

"Kortian?"

"Princess Hela?"

Shortly after the fleet departed, in the frozen Asgard base, the former base commander, Kyl, who had been imprisoned in an underground isolation chamber, awoke from his coma. Shaking his dazed head, he pushed open the dilapidated isolation door and shouted, but received no response.

"What exactly happened at the base?"

Kyl stroked his small mustache, hesitated for a long time, and finally walked out of the isolation room. The underground defenses were in ruins from the bombardment, but Kyl did not find a single Asgard soldier's corpse.

"Strange, what is this—hmm?"

Kyl paused in stroking his mustache, noticing a passageway entrance he'd never seen before within the camp. Kyl guessed it had likely appeared due to the building's collapse.

Fully alert, Kyl slowly walked into this passage he had never seen before.

It was extremely narrow at first, but suddenly opened up at the end.

In the vast room, a faceless corpse came into view, and the Asgard soldier uniform on the body made Kyl even more wary.

[This is?]

After a long period of vigilance without any sign of anything amiss, Kyl finally reached the Faceless Corpse. A piece of roasted meat, only half-eaten, lay rotting around the body. The distinctive wound on the Faceless Corpse's neck caused Kyl's expression to change drastically!

"Kortian?!"

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