In Broad Daylight, Beneath the Clear Sky, Such a Shameless Man Actually Replenished His Mana in Public...

A dazzling golden light illuminated the snow-covered Nordic land, while the crimson flames were automatically extinguished amidst the surging energy.

A figure with blond hair and wearing a loose black Battle Suit stood proudly amidst the icy snow, his shattered soul scattering everywhere.

"Beckett ..."

Hela instinctively reached out and grasped the fragments of soul that flew towards her.

It was a soul that had just detached from Beckett, still warm to the touch as it landed in her palm.

"No, Your His Highness Beckett!"

"Please stop this immature act immediately, or your life will be in danger!" With the magical flames that had caused it to writhe in pain no longer on its body, Woz quickly stood up from the ground, ignoring its charred body, and warned Beckett.

Beckett ignored him, a smirk playing on his lips, and walked step by step toward the white figure outside the ruins of the temple.

"Son of Thanos, die!" Cuba's pupils contracted sharply upon sensing the pressure emanating from Beckett. Excitedly, he licked his dry lips, raised his hand, and, repeating his previous tactic, attempted to burn Beckett's soul!

Boom!

The flames that spontaneously combusted for no reason had barely touched Beckett's soul before vanishing without a trace.

"What?!"

Bang!

Before Cuba could even react with surprise, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw Beckett's fist looming in his eyes.

[When?]

Boom!

The energy concentrated at one point erupted in an instant, blasting the Dormammu follower back into the ruins of the temple in a flash!

"Fifty-seven percent of your soul is damaged, Your His Highness Beckett, that's enough!"

Woz, who was constantly monitoring the damage to Beckett's soul, tried to stop Beckett's attack, but in the end, it was all in vain.

"Cough cough..."

"You bastard..."

Staggering to his feet, scraping the rubble off his body, Cuba wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Beckett with an indescribable fervor in his eyes.

This is the feeling he wanted.

"Again."

Beckett chuckled and raised his hand toward Cuba. He flicked his finger, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"You've been underestimated." Cuba tilted his head, grinning maliciously, magic surging beneath his feet.

A continuous storm of demonic blades, like an interwoven spider web, surged toward Beckett. He neither dodged nor evaded, but with a wave of his hand, the surging energy waves caused the sharp wind blades to vanish without a trace in an instant!

"Are you sure you're not overestimating yourself?" The energy dissipated, and Beckett emerged unharmed from the swirling snowflakes. In a flash, he appeared before the bewildered Cuba.

Beneath the seemingly casual question lies the prelude to Cuba's bowed back and mournful cries.

A knee struck Cuba in the abdomen, and the intense pain instantly broke through the latter's defenses, quickly engulfing every nerve in the Dormammu believer's body.

"Ah... ah..."

The white-clad believer, having lost his balance, knelt on the ground, emitting meaningless groans from his mouth, which opened involuntarily in pain.

Is that all there is to it?

Beckett reached out and grasped the golden crown atop Cuba's head.

"Impossible..."

In the Dark Order, Dormammu looked at the image projected onto him, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Impossible..."

"Absolutely impossible!"

The fact that Cuba was completely powerless against Beckett rendered Dormammu's attempts to counter Thanos and Odin futile.

Despite possessing some of the power he personally bestowed upon him, he was still no match for an outsider soul?!

"Nothing is impossible, Dormammu."

Thanos, wiping his sword with his left hand, lowered his eyelids, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, exuding an undeniable arrogance.

"I have said that Beckett may still have many shortcomings, and even his personality may have major flaws."

"However, he always had one quality that I appreciated the most: he never let me down."

"Whether in the past, present, or even the distant future."

"I have always believed this."

Thanos raised his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, and then slashed out with the blade in his hand!

Aren't you worried that your son will die?

Dormammu screamed as his solidified weapon blocked Thanos's attack, only to be brutally beaten by Odin the next second!

The Gungnir's [Never Misses] characteristic was fully displayed in Odin's hands. No matter how Dormammu dodged, he could not escape the punishment of this King of Asgard!

Agamotto's sealing technique followed closely, sealing the parts of Dormammu that had been torn apart by Odin or Thanos. With two great helpers, the Sorcerer Supreme could do the sealing work with ease.

"I told you, Beckett will not let me down."

Thanos up, and gazed at the scene floating in the Dark Order.

"What... what do you want to do?"

Hela frowned, looking at the man whose gaze was fixed on her, and asked in confusion.

"Come over."

Beckett raised his hand toward Hela.

"What?"

"I told you to come here." Beckett raised an eyebrow and beckoned with his index finger. He then kicked the blood-soaked, silver-white body into the ruins of the temple.

This follower of Dormammu clearly paid a bloody price for his erroneous faith.

"Unforgivable..."

"Puff!"

The believer, beaten bloodied and bruised by Beckett, leaned against the cold stone wall, clenching his weak fists and gritting his teeth.

"What is it you want to say first?" Hela hesitated after glancing at Cuba, which she thought was no longer a threat, but still didn't go over.

"?!"

The next second, Beckett suddenly appeared in front of her, startling her. Instinctively, she tried to back away, but a red tail wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her directly into Beckett's arms!

"Baker—huh?!"

Hela stared wide-eyed as the man in front of her grabbed her hand and his dry lips touched her red lips!

My mind went completely blank, then exploded!

A surge of overwhelming Death Divinity erupted uncontrollably from Hela in an instant, and a pillar of energy that stretched across the heavens and earth pierced through the entire Nine Realms!

Death is also a new beginning.

Hela, who was in Hela eye of the storm, was in a daze as a flood of memories of Beckett kept flowing through her mind!

On Sakaar, the divine essence of the skeletons that Beckett devoured was stirred up by the storm of Death Divinity emanating from Hela, gradually shattering Beckett's cracked soul body before it condensed again.

Until it's completely restored to its original condition!

"Thanos, I demand an explanation."

Within the Dark Order, Odin's face darkened, and he stared at Thanos beside him with hostile eyes.

The latter paused in wiping the blade, then turned and slashed at Dormammu.

"Thanos!"

Odin followed up with a shot that pierced Dormammu's last defense, striking Dormammu in the kidneys.

"This is a matter for the children themselves."

Thanos remained unfazed, and with a swift stroke of his sword, Dormammu was forced to retreat. Odin, his eyes blazing with rage, suddenly erupted and gave Dormammu a sound beating.

Dormammu: "..."

No, what do you mean?

The one who bit your daughter's mouth is neither me nor my follower, so why are you grabbing me here and beating me so badly?