Odin, Get Out Here!

"Listen, Beckett."

"You should know why the four of us are here."

"You are not allowed to leave the execution ground. This is Lord Thanos's order."

"You should understand the consequences of disobeying Lord Thanos's orders."

"Don't do such pointless things."

"Hela's matter is an internal matter of Asgard and has nothing to do with us."

With a stern face and one hand behind his back, Ebony Maw laid out the pros and cons.

"Of course I understand the consequences of disobeying my father's orders." Beckett raised his head, the energy gathered in his palm reaching its peak.

Boom!!!!

A silver-white beam of light shot into the sky, piercing straight through the "protective shield" set up by the Black Order!

"Beckett!"

Like the scythe of death descending from the sky, Black Order, Corvus Glaive in front of Beckett.

"Get out of the way."

Beckett tilted his head to the left, indicating that he shouldn't block the way.

Click-clack...

After Corvus Glaive distracted Beckett, the terrain of the execution grounds suddenly changed under Ebony Maw's telekinesis.

The surging rocks and mud mixed together and instantly bound Beckett's entire body, leaving only his head outside, breathing in the fresh air from the soil.

Thump!

The heavyweight Cull Obsidian, with his legs crossed, sat on the shoulder of Noctis, landing with a thud. The sharp axe blade made The Other, who emerged from the ruins of the execution ground, want to say something but had to cover his mouth.

"Beckett, stop thinking about those things."

"She's just an arrogant woman. You should know that with your current strength and status, you could choose any beautiful woman in the entire Centaurus Galaxy with just a snap of your fingers or by expressing those kinds of thoughts."

Noctis had watched Beckett grow up, jumped down from Cull Obsidian's shoulder and earnestly offered his advice.

After all, they are children I've watched grow up; I'll try to persuade them if I can.

She wasn't as Coldblood as Ebony Maw.

"She's right," Cull Obsidian mumbled, scratching the back of his head as he gripped the axe handle.

"First: I don't like Hela." Beckett, whose head was completely covered by Ebony Maw, showed no sign of being moved.

"Secondly: I know the consequences of disobeying my father's orders."

"Third: Do you want to die?" Beckett's eyes suddenly sharpened as he said the third sentence.

The question, though asked in a soft, gentle voice, made The Other tremble and feel a surge of unease.

[Oh no, His Highness Beckett is angry!]

Having served Beckett for so long, The Other understood better than anyone what the change in the man's tone meant.

"Um, Lord Ebony Maw, actually—"

Bang!

Unable to resist trying to explain for Beckett to prevent the Black Order on each other, The Other was slapped to the ground by Ebony Maw.

The sound stopped abruptly.

"You should discipline your men, Beckett. What right does he have to interrupt our conversation?"

As if he had done something insignificant, Ebony Maw put his hands back behind his back and chuckled.

"That's right," Cull Obsidian echoed.

"Qualifications?" Beckett scoffed upon hearing this, as if he had suddenly realized something, and the mockery in his eyes intensified.

"Since that's the case, I'll settle some accounts with you."

"Woz."

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett."

Unaffected, Woz appeared beside Beckett, rummaging in his belly pocket for a while before pulling out a small blue notebook.

"Today is the first day of the assessment. Ebony Maw is my examiner today; he is cruel and powerful. He is on me..."

"Today is the thirty-third day of the trial. I met Corvus Glaive for the first time. He's said to be my father's most formidable warrior. The moment we met, he stabbed me, and I almost died..."

"Today..."

One by one, one by one.

Beckett's battle diary from when he was 7 years old, though immature, helped the Black Order present to recall that period of his past.

"I've always wanted to find an opportunity to fight you guys again, but I've never been able to find one."

"Now, I think I've found it. What do you guys think?"

Along with Woz's electronic voice came Beckett's cold, dagger-like question.

"I—" Realizing something was wrong, Proxima Midnight was about to speak when the exploding rocks forced her words back down her throat.

"I have a question for you: may I kill you?"

"Of course, you don't need to answer."

Golden waves of air surged and billowed, the explosive light blindingly bright.

When he opened his eyes again, Beckett was already standing next to Ebony Maw.

The hand chop came down, but Ebony Maw instinctively dodged it. The elbow and knee strikes that followed landed on Ebony Maw's vulnerable body!

"Do you enjoy burying people?" With both old and new grudges at stake, Beckett reached out and pressed Ebony Maw's head down, slamming it directly into the unusually hard ground of the execution ground!

Thump!

Dust flying everywhere!

"Cough cough!" Ebony Maw coughed up a mouthful of blood and was unable to get up again.

"Ebony Maw!"

The sharp scythe swung towards the back of Beckett's head. Before Corvus Glaive, who had arrived at top speed, could change his move, the energy beam that Beckett had gathered at his fingertips had already pierced through his chest!

"Innocent."

He turned around and delivered a whip kick, sending the still-bleeding body of the Corvus Glaive flying towards Noctis.

Then, he opened his right hand toward the Cull Obsidian on the other side and fired an Energy Annihilation Cannon, which reduced the giant axe in the Cull Obsidian's hand, which had drunk the blood of his enemies, to dust.

The battle ended so quickly that The Other, who had just climbed out of the crater, was stunned.

"Prince... His Highness Beckett...?"

What did he see?

Did His Highness Beckett really turn on Lord Thanos's Black Order and kill each other?

"Let's go, it's time to set off."

Beckett walked straight out without pausing.

"Ah, coming... coming, Your His Highness Beckett, wait for me!" Clutching his still-painful nose, The Other strode after Beckett.

"Meow!"

After the battle, the orange cat, fearing it would be abandoned, sniffed around Ebony Maw, its limbs pawing at him, and landed precisely on Beckett's shoulder.

"Wait a minute, Beckett! Have you really thought this through?! The consequences of disobeying Lord Thanos's orders!"

As Noctis, who was tending to Corvus Glaive's bleeding, surveyed the chaotic surroundings, his heart sinking.

"Of course, another thirty days of solitary confinement, and thirty more self-criticisms." Beckett raised his head, grabbed The Other, and flew into Ebony Maw's warship with Woz and the orange cat.

The four people were left standing in the ruins, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Confinement? A written self-criticism?

Asgard, the Bifrost.

Regardless of Thor's impulsive idiot, Rocket Raccoon silently lurked alone at the starting point of all this turmoil, waiting for his target to arrive.

[Almost there, almost there, it's almost time! Why isn't that idiot Thor here yet?!]

The pressure of time and the oppressive atmosphere made the Rocket's breathing rapid, and he couldn't help but want to swear.

F***k!!

Boom!!!!

Just as the Rocket cursed inwardly, a beam of crimson-gold energy suddenly appeared before his eyes!

The rate of adrenaline secretion reaches its peak instantly!

He's here! He's here!

He's coming with the Energy Devouring Beast!

"Come out here, Odin!!!"

With a thunderous roar, a golden-haired, green-eyed figure appeared, just as described in the secret histories of Asgard.

It slowly emerged from the crimson-gold pillar of light.

"Give Hela to me."