Savior Rising in the East

"Your His Highness Beckett, there is a large amount of life energy reaction ahead."

The Nine Realms, Midgard.

After following the old man in the gray Cloak for forty-three minutes, Beckett and his party finally arrived at the tribe the old man had mentioned.

A human settlement that appears to be quite large.

The young man guarding the entrance to the tribe bowed respectfully to the old man in front of Beckett and the others. Under his persuasion, he respectfully invited Beckett, Hela, and The Other into the tribe.

The wide road was lined with stalls, and the people bartering filled the tribe with life.

"Mommy! I want to eat that!!"

"Hey! You little rascal, stop running around!!!"

"..."

The noisy environment made Beckett frown, but Beckett expression only improved slightly after he followed the old man into the cave dwelling where he lived.

"Are you the leader of this tribe?"

Although she hadn't spent much time in Midgard, Hela had managed to deduce his identity from the respectful attitude the people with the chests had shown him earlier.

"Yes."

Back in the cave, the old man shakily took out the dried snacks he had saved for his grandson from under the stone bed and placed them on the stone table, trying to keep a low profile to ensure that he wouldn't be beaten to death by Beckett like his friend had before.

"I'll go out and instruct people to prepare the new altar. Please wait a moment."

Having agreed to allow Beckett to summon the Otherworldly Demon God without sacrificing the Energy Devouring Beast, the old man shakily walked out of the cave, his figure gradually disappearing from Hela and Beckett's sight.

Do you really believe what he said?

Hela, who had felt something was off ever since she entered the tribe, stared at the old man's back until he completely disappeared around the corner before turning around and asking.

[Um?]

How did we end up eating it?

Hela, still trying to figure out what was wrong, watched Beckett stuffing snacks into his mouth, her eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Is it the work of a hungry ghost?

"No, I don't believe a word of it." Seeing Hela's gaze, Beckett nonchalantly pulled the entire plate of snacks in front of him.

Seeing Beckett eating so heartily, the orange cat perched on his shoulder sniffed and stretched out its two pink front paws, begging for food from Beckett, but Beckett ignored it.

Meow~

The orange cat opened its little mouth, patted Beckett's shoulder with its right paw, pointed to the dried fruit in the plate with its left paw, and then pointed to its own mouth.

"I just want to see what gives him the confidence to trick me into coming here." Beckett, who was absolutely confident in his current strength, couldn't wait for the old man to pull some tricks so he could vent his anger.

I wanted to vent my frustration from being locked up for thirty days and also stretch my muscles a bit.

"Meow!"

Seeing that Beckett still ignored him, the envious little orange cat decided to go for it.

However, as soon as its front paws jumped off Beckett's shoulder, a red tail immediately wrapped around its body and put it back on his shoulder.

"??????!"

The orange cat, having struggled to no avail, could only droop its head resignedly, gazing longingly at Beckett was still talking and eating, its mouth growing increasingly greedy.

"Moreover, what I really want to know is, what exactly is the Sorcerer Supreme all about?"

Beckett squinted as he chewed the last bit of dried fruit, and the image of the handsome man who called himself Cuba immediately came to mind.

"I don't know. I've already given the information to Heimdall, but he hasn't replied yet." Given the gravity of the matter involving the Nine Realms, Hela naturally chose to report it immediately.

Unfortunately, more than forty minutes, almost fifty minutes, had passed, Heimdall still hadn't replied.

Click!

As soon as Hela finished speaking, several cracks suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cave.

"Are they here?"

Beckett, having just finished eating the dried fruit, casually flicked his wrist, and an energy blast shattered the upper part of the cave into rubble, which then scattered in all directions.

Bang!!!

The flying stones shattered the tribal warriors' formation, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and lives were lost one after another.

"Everyone! Ready!"

"Yes!"

The young and strong men, who were already prepared, took the places of the deceased, forming hand seals and repeatedly chanting obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations.

Large and small magic circles appeared beneath Beckett, Hela, and The Other.

"Your His Highness Beckett, a large number of magical creatures have been detected gathering."

Woz had transformed into a lens and affixed it to Beckett's right eye, then provided energy curves for these magic arrays.

"A magical creature, is it similar to those four people from before?"

Beckett squinted, recalling the four figures that the old man had summoned earlier.

Boom!!!

Before the words were even finished, Dodge figures instantly appeared on the magic array throughout the entire tribe.

"Attack!"

The old man, whose mustache was still stained with the blood of his companion, waved his hand, coughed, and gave the order.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!!!!

Without Beckett even having to lift a finger, Hela, with countless weapons floating behind her, simply raised her hand, and everyone in the tribe was pierced through!

"Um?"

What's going on?

Under Hela's watchful gaze, all the figures that had been pierced through turned into crimson sand and then revived, solidifying into new bodies.

"Tsk, another annoying regeneration spell?"

Hela snorted, which reminded her of her unpleasant memories in Svartalfheim.

Memories of being locked in the "Artificial Underworld" by Malekith.

"It's no use!"

"The power that God has given us! How could you possibly understand it!"

The old man, who had also been transformed from sand and re-condensed into a human, opened his arms, and a monster with flapping wings jumped out from the magic circle in front of him.

Pure white feathers fall, then wings flutter and take flight!

"Get out of the way." Beckett, having finished chewing the dried fruit, shoved Hela aside, energy gathering in his hands.

"Otherworldly Demon God, leave quickly..."

"Otherworldly Demon God, leave quickly..."

"Otherworldly Demon God, leave quickly..."

Just as Beckett was about to make his move so that these people couldn't even turn into sand, a powerful voice, accompanied by the rising sun from the east, resounded throughout the entire tribe.

Emerald green magical energy surged from under the blazing sun, and every person in the tribe collapsed powerlessly to the ground as these incantations were chanted, wisps of black mist rising from their bodies.

"We made it!"

"Very good!"

"Hey! Are you guys alright?!"

A man in a silver-and-gold-trimmed mage's robe walked from the east of the tribe. On the nameplate hanging on his chest, the portraits of Beckett and Hela were particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

"Huh?"

"Huh?!?!"

The man who rushed into the tribe froze the moment he saw Beckett and Hela's faces!

"Save, Savior?!"

Midnight

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