Only Magic Could Deal with Magic

The angry, roaring people were barely clothed, and the old man at the head of the group had his beard stained with bright red blood.

"Oh, he's not dead yet?"

"They really are lucky to be alive."

The massive altar shattered, and the broken bricks and tiles were enough to kill even the young and strong men of the Midgard.

And in fact, that is indeed the case.

Apart from the four elderly people dressed in sacrificial robes, all the other young and middle-aged people under the altar had lost their breath.

"Who exactly are you?!"

The four elders who witnessed Beckett easily destroy the altar exchanged glances and began to back away.

That force was something they were not capable of resisting at their current level.

All they could do now was try to distract the man with words and then escape.

As long as they go back, as long as they return to their villages, they will still have a chance to make a comeback.

"Me?"

"Saiyan".

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the power emanating from Beckett's feet made the earth tremble!

Four elderly men, caught off guard, stumbled and fell to the ground in an unsightly manner.

"You... you... you... you..."

Aside from the demon god who performed the miracle for them, this was the first time the four elders had ever seen such a powerful attack on someone else.

If that blow were to hit these old bones of theirs...

The four of them shivered involuntarily.

With their old, frail bodies, even the blessing of "God" probably couldn't withstand their dismantling.

"Hey, old man, tell me, is that Otherworldly Demon God you're trying to summon still able to come out?"

Beckett, who was quite disdainful of the elders, walked up to them with his Energy Devouring Beast, grabbed the one who had been the most active and talkative, and asked.

"Beckett, what do you want to do?"

Hela frowned, wondering what kind of trouble this man was up to now.

"Tell me, is he still able to get out!" Beckett clearly ignored Hela completely, and the light emanating from his fingertips pierced through the chests of the other three old men in an instant.

The so-called protective shield of blessing left on them by "God" shattered like tender tofu under Beckett's attack.

"... Yes... Yes!!"

The instinct for survival compelled the old man to nod vigorously. The Energy Devouring Beast, having finished devouring the energy ball on Beckett's shoulder, flicked its tail and leaped onto the old man's shoulder to begin its revenge.

It remembers very clearly that it was this old man who tied it to the cross!

I even considered cooking it as a sacrificial offering!

Most importantly, he touched it!!!

"Meow!!! Meow!!!!"

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

The chubby little paws scratched the old man painfully, and his cute little round face was filled with ferocity!

That's enough.

After waiting a while, Beckett, too lazy to wait any longer, reached out and pinched the scruff of the orange cat's neck. The unwilling cat was still baring its teeth and claws, looking unusually fierce and cute.

"Summon him."

After removing the Energy Devouring Beast from its post, Beckett threw the old man to the ground, raised his head high, and gave orders from above.

"What did you say?"

"Beckett, are you crazy?"

"I will handle the matter of 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 in front of Beckett and the old man, rejecting Beckett's order as the Asgardian Princess and 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 in on Hela who was now within arm's reach.

"You?!"

Hela waved, but Beckett grabbed her arm.

"No one can harm my pet, no one."

With his head lowered, Beckett's nose touched Hela's forehead, thanks to his height advantage.

"Meow!"

After being reassigned from its post, the orange cat, which had been lazily perched on Beckett's shoulder, raised its right front paw and responded cheerfully.

"The Otherworldly Demon God are not something you can handle." Hela's gaze met Beckett's directly, without flinching.

Even though she could feel Beckett's breath on her face.

"I admit that you are very strong, but you are completely ignorant of magic."

"Those other-dimensional demons, each of them wields an extremely large number of terrifying spells, just like the one just now. If Woz hadn't reacted quickly, do you think you would have had a chance to counterattack?"

"My mother said that only magic can fight magic."

Hela, growing more and more confident, had a captivating gleam in her eyes. "Admit it, Beckett, you know nothing about magic, so you can't possibly win."

Magic was her domain, not the domain of Beckett, a muscle-bound brute.

"Let's wait and see."

"I will find that Otherworldly Demon God, and then, right in front of you, I will smash him to pieces."

Beckett, who was holding Hela's wrist tightly, was very disdainful of this.

What if you fail to do it?

Hela raised an eyebrow, no longer arguing with the man in front of her, and asked.

"For me, nothing is impossible."

Beckett chuckled and released Hela's wrist.

"My father once said that the world will stand by my side as long as I want it."

The Other and Woz stared at each other, wondering what Beckett and Hela were talking about so closely, while the old man, whom Beckett had thrown at his feet, trembled with fear under the weight of the two men's presence...

"Your father talks too much," Hela scoffed.

"Your mother talks a lot too," Beckett retorted.

Omega Galaxy, M78 Nebula, a certain planet.

Thanos and wielding Great Blade, descended from the sky with his army, saving the planet and its inhabitants in his own way.

Bloodshed and wailing became the main themes on the battlefield. With advanced weaponry and formidable individual strength, the Dark Order forces quickly took control of the entire planet's inhabitants, scattering them in various locations to await their final judgment.

Their prized magical civilization was completely ineffective against Thanos and his fleet.

"You motherfucker! Why!"

Before Thanos, who was wielding Great Blade, a man slumped to the ground, wounded by several swords, staring at his fallen companion amidst the crimson blood, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"This is salvation."

Thanos plunged his Great Blade into the ground, removed his helmet, and reached out to stroke the man's head, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"And those people are the price that must be paid for the salvation."

Pooh!

Overwhelmed with grief and rage, the man coughed up a mouthful of blood. "You executioner!"

"Thirty years from now, you will understand why I did this." In the blink of an eye, the sorrow in Thanos's eyes had vanished, replaced by an unwavering determination.

The Carnage was not his intention; if he could, he would rather be a farmer who grows melons and eats beans.

However, an individual's development must always take into account the course of history.

Since no one in this universe dares to step forward, he is the only one who has the right to step up.

Half of them perished, all for a better tomorrow.

"Let's go, to the next planet."