Even If You're a God, I'll Kill You

The lifeless reality was easily distorted; in the blink of an eye, the environment around Beckett and Hela had changed drastically.

A cold, blood-red moon hung high in the sky, and the skeletons of the dead creaked beneath their feet—an environment completely unfamiliar to the two.

"Woz?"

Beckett looked around; he had lost contact with Woz. Not only Woz, but also The Others, the Chitauri soldiers, and even the Dark Elf —he saw none of them.

Wherever the gleaming silver boots passed, several skeletons turned to ashes. Beckett, who felt no danger at all, frowned and looked up at the blood-red crescent moon in the sky.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Beckett heard the sound of wind breaking behind him. Without dodging or avoiding, he let a skeleton awaken from its death and punch the silver armor on his back.

The fragile skeleton couldn't withstand the recoil from the silver armor and shattered into pieces in an instant.

"?"

Beckett and Hela exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

After casually dispatching another skeleton that had sprung to its feet, Beckett sensed something was amiss. The number of skeletons coming back to life was gradually increasing, and their attack power was also steadily growing.

"This is what they call the world of the dead?"

"What a joke! I haven't even sensed the Death Divinity. How could this be the world of the dead?" As the possessor of the Death Divinity, Hela would never admit that this place, which has no Death Divinity at all, belongs to the world of the dead.

They're just despicable imitators who put up a false front and sell something else entirely.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Scattered applause rose from all directions, and three figures gradually appeared in the sky beneath the blood moon.

Aura with purple eyes, Vilruzz with a square face, and Ur, or rather Kortian, covered in blood.

"As expected of daughter of Odin has awakened the Death Divinity."

Among the three, the square-faced Vilruzz, who was in the lead, had his hands behind his back, and his deep, husky voice was full of appreciation.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Vilruzz, the leader of the Twelve Cursed Warriors under the Dark Elf King."

"Not interested."

Beckett curled his lip and raised his hand towards Vilruzz in the air. The light surging from his fingertips instantly pierced through Vilruzz's body!

"Very strong, but not enough."

Vilruzz, whose heart should have been pierced, looked down at his bleeding chest and a strange smile appeared on his square face.

"Your strength has been seen through by the King."

Purple flowers appeared from the skull beneath Beckett's feet, clustering into a sea of blossoms. Countless white bones began to swirl and merge, mingled with Vilruzz's blood...

A fierce hurricane tossed Beckett's black hair as a colossal white bone dragon, blotting out the sky, gradually took shape, roaring towards the heavens under the crimson crescent moon!

This is a dragon so pure that it consists only of a skeleton.

"This is the nascent form of the God of Death, evolved from all the dead of Svartalfheim. Now you can take another look; does it possess the Death Divinity?"

Hela looked terrible.

Because she could truly smell the scent of death emanating from this bone dragon, a scent that shared the same origin as her own.

"Hey, how much Nutrient Fluid do you have left?"

Hela asked Beckett beside her a question, only to find that the latter was not listening to her at all, his gaze fixed on the bone dragon, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Hey, Beckett!"

Boom!

The silver light flashed by in an instant, and the two fists, imbued with power, slammed straight into the bone dragon, a collection of the dead!

In the blink of an eye, the newly formed bone dragon collapsed to the ground!

"What?"

Vilruzz swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

This isn't right.

According to the information provided by Laufey, the Frost Giant King, Beckett was not that strong.

"Hey, this pathetic guy, is he your God of Death?" Beckett frowned, having knocked down the bone dragon with a single punch. The bone dragon's strength was completely different from what he had sensed.

"What a weak god."

With his foot planted on the still-dying thigh of the bone dragon, Beckett looked up.

"You bastard..."

Floating in the air, Vilruzz squinted and said, "Aura."

"Clear."

The real purple Dreamflower emerged from Aura's hand, its roots violently penetrating into Ur's body, who was still healing his injuries!

"You?!"

Ur looked down at the flower that had pierced his heart. The imprints of the Dreamflower petals on his arms shone even brighter. His expression was a mixture of six parts astonishment, three parts anger, and one part bewilderment.

"Everything is for the future of our race."

Aura coldly watched as the Dreamflower devoured all of Ur's life force. With a single wave of her hand, Ur's corpse was sent to the deepest darkness of the world of the dead.

In exchange for abandoning Ur and killing Ur's corpse and sending it to the graveyard of the dead, we summon the legendary god of death of the Dark Elves of Svartalfheim!

The ground beneath Beckett's feet trembled, and the bone dragon, already on the verge of death from Beckett's punch, was instantly enveloped in a dense concentration of Infinity Stones isotopes, which then surged toward Vilruzz and Aura under the blood moon.

"I am the legendary god of death and battle among the Dark Elves!"

Roaring and howling, Vilruzz's body gradually changed as he absorbed all the Death Divinity and Infinity Stones isotopes.

Its entire body was covered in a special black metal, and sharp claws replaced the arms of the Dark Elves, gleaming with a cold, sharp light. The shield on its back, engraved with mysterious patterns, split in two, and its scarlet eyes stood out conspicuously beneath the black and gold dragon-shaped metal head armor.

"The god of death and battle?"

Beckett, who stood on the ground and witnessed the entire transformation of Vilruzz, had an excited gleam in his eyes.

Bang!

Two figures passed each other under the blood moon!

Sharp claws tore through Beckett's silver armor, while a fierce whip kick slammed Vilruzz into the ground!

"Impossible!"

As the smoke cleared, Vilruzz looked up at the figure in the air, his voice filled with disbelief.

He now possesses the power of the god of death and battle from the folklore of the Dark Elves, so why is this man's power still...?

Unless...

No!

No way!

This is the method that the king personally taught him; it cannot be wrong.

Absolutely, there's no mistake.

"I am God!!"

Roaring, Vilruzz, who had vaguely guessed something, raised his hands above his head, and countless streams of gray energy from the world of the dead gathered in his palms!

"God said, you will die!"

Svartalfheim Energy Cannon!

"God?" Floating beneath the blood moon, Beckett shattered his torn silver armor. A biting wind billowed his black Battle Suit. A smile played on his lips as energy gathered in his hands.

"Even if it's a god, I'll kill it for you."

The silvery-white beam of energy collided with the Svartalfheim energy cannon, unleashing dazzling sparks that nearly blinded Hela, who was watching from Hela sidelines...