I Hate Lying

How to escape behind Beckett's back is the key to whether this plan can be carried out.

Judging from Beckett's previous commanding manner towards Woz, Hela knew perfectly well that he would never entrust such an important matter as "reclaiming her physical body" to Woz, The Other, and others.

Especially since she was mixed in with this group of people.

It was completely impossible to get Beckett to agree to the plan.

"Menis will use the power of the Eye of Horus to create a false illusion around His Highness Beckett, and The Other will stay behind to do his best to keep His Highness Beckett from becoming suspicious within that virtual illusion."

"At this point, we can sneak away from here."

"If Menis' Eye of Horus is activated at full power, he can teleport across space, although it will be a bit tiring for him."

One by one, the well-organized plan for sneaking away was laid out before Hela by Woz.

"The plan is quite thorough."

"Hehe..." Woz, who was being praised, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, grinning. "So, Ms. Hela, do you agree?"

"I'm joining, but let me make it clear beforehand: you'll have to figure out how to take Beckett's body with you yourselves. I don't have the time to keep playing with you."

Faced with the condition that she could reclaim her physical body, Hela had no reason to refuse, after all, she couldn't just slink back to Asgard in disgrace.

She came out and lost her physical body, leaving only her soul. Who can she complain to? How can she face her people in Asgard?

She is, after all, a Princess; she cannot lose face like this.

"Thank you, Ms. Hela!"

Woz grinned, put his hands in front of his chest, and bowed to Hela with his chubby little body to express his Hela.

With Hela's help, the success rate of this plan can be significantly increased.

After expressing his gratitude, the lifelike eyes of the miniature version of Woz in front of Hela suddenly lost their sparkle. As his consciousness returned to his original body, this clone created by Woz from materials was completely forgotten by the excited Woz behind Beckett's statue.

[Prepare!]

The pretense of being busy and AFK ended after Woz regained consciousness. With a lively look in his eyes, he signaled to Pharaoh Menis, who was not far away, that it was time to start taking action. Only then did the latter sit on the ground and begin to use the power of the Eye of Horus.

Because he was afraid of being discovered by Beckett, Menis did not dare to activate too much power at once, so it took him more than fifty minutes to gather enough magic to create the illusion.

After completing the congealing process, Menis, covered in sweat, gestured to The Other, with whom he had always been at odds. The Other understood and closed his eyes.

He saw nothing and knew nothing.

"Hoo..." Menis took a deep breath, nodded to Woz and Hela, and then formed a series of mysterious hand seals with his hands.

(Ancient Egypt): "A mirage".

The Nine Realms' local dialect, which even Hela, the future heir to the Nine Realms, couldn't understand, instantly detonated the magical energy ball in Pharaoh Menis's hand.

A silent surge of magical energy instantly enveloped the area within a hundred meters of Beckett.

Now is the time!

After gesturing to The Other to "take good care of His Highness Beckett," Woz then set off on his journey to Northern Europe with Menis and Hela.

[You absolutely must succeed.]

The Other, pretending not to have seen anything, sighed inwardly after Woz and the others had completely disappeared from sight.

Turning around, he met Beckett's dark eyes.

"!!!!!"

"His Highness Beckett?!"

"You... you're awake?"

The Other, feeling guilty, shuddered and nearly dropped the scepter inlaid with the Mind Stone. He could barely speak.

Beckett did not respond, but continued to stare at The Other, whose gaze was darting away, and the atmosphere grew increasingly strange.

"His Highness Beckett?"

"Do you... do you need anything?"

The Other stammered, bowed, raised his eyes, and asked cautiously.

Where is Woz?

"Woz? Isn't Woz still there searching for the location of the Dormammu followers?"

The Other swallowed hard and pointed at the illusion created by Menis.

The azure blue Doraemon was still pointing and gesturing on the huge screen, incredibly busy. Upon hearing Beckett's words, as if triggering a key phrase, it turned around, grinned, and greeted Beckett with a smile, "Your His Highness Beckett, please wait patiently. Woz is working hard to search."

"The Other, do you know what I hate the most?"

Beckett remained unmoved.

Standing up, the power gathered in his left arm swiftly and decisively tore apart the illusion before him, revealing the empty pyramid in an instant!

"I hate it, someone lied to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Beckett's cracks widened a little more.

Nordic countries, with their sacred palaces built amidst ice and snow.

Dressed in white, Cuba sat on the steps at the entrance of the temple, smiling as he gazed at the orange cat hiding behind a boulder, occasionally peeking out to observe.

Not moving at all.

In the empty square below the steps of the temple, Beckett and Hela's bodies were bound to crosses and displayed openly in the snow and ice.

Waiting for the target to arrive.

Cuba believes that it will eventually get what it wants.

Whether it's Beckett or Hela.

"Meow..."

The Energy Devouring Beast, its whiskers twitching, shook off the snow from its body. Its brown pupils shifted to Beckett's flesh, which was now covered in snow, and it opened its mouth, letting out a soft call.

The next second, a deep green magic circle suddenly broke open in the snow-covered sky.

Woz, piloting a giant robot, descended from the sky, his two hands reaching directly towards the unguarded human body in the square!

"Are they here?"

Cuba, still smiling, looked up and saw the figure of Pharaoh Menis of Egypt descending closely behind the giant robot.

The obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient words echoed throughout the entire Nordic temple!

(Ancient Egypt): "A legendary dragon renowned for its high attack power, capable of crushing any opponent, and possessing immeasurable destructive force!"

(Ancient Egypt): "In the name of the Pharaoh, I summon him!"

A giant, silvery-white dragon flapped its wings, its sharp claws tearing through a dimensional passage as it descended upon the world!

"Roar!!!!"

The roar was deafening, and behind the dragon beast, Hela, with one hand holding a bow and the other nocking an arrow, aimed her crosshairs at the handsome man who was still sitting motionless on the steps, seemingly terrified.

Archer, the Lone Arrow!

"What a disappointment, only one came, we're still one short."

Upon seeing Hela appear, a hint of disappointment crossed Cuba's face.

He had thought that Beckett, Son of Thanos, would also come.

"However, one is better than none."

The power that Dormammu, the Lord of the Dark Order, personally bestowed upon him, a portion of his own power, erupted within Cuba!

The deep darkness, like a ravenous glutton, devoured the dragon summoned by Menis and the death arrows shot by Hela in an instant!