Beckett and Hela in the Miracle Pyramid

That was a story that Roman Day and Nova Prem could never forget, and Nova Prem still has a scar on his shoulder.

Thanks to Beckett in the past.

"Have no idea."

"But now it seems that there was a problem with the information from Asgard, and Odin failed to kill that man."

The current Xandar queen had a complicated expression.

Throughout her long reign as queen, Beckett was the only one who could disregard the Nova Corps.

At that time, she was not yet the empress, but merely a crown prince. After Beckett and Hela arrived, she was captured and used as a bargaining chip, for which she was left with a scar on her shoulder that could never be erased.

Left behind by Beckett.

"But our people haven't made contact with the Dark Order. Even if that man isn't dead, what is he doing on Xandar?"

Coming to his senses, Roman Day forced himself to calm down and pondered the reason why Beckett had reappeared before them after more than a thousand years.

"I have no idea."

"However, there is now a crucial point, Roman."

Should we let him in?

Although that incident happened a long time ago, Nova Plame still finds it hard to forget the terror of Beckett single-handedly destroying the elite fleets of the Kree Empire and Skrull Empire.

While the Nova Corps has made almost a leap forward compared to its past, Nova Plame still dares not gamble.

The impression Beckett left on her more than a thousand years ago was simply too profound.

"I'm afraid we don't have much time to think about Nova Prime right now..."

On the large screen at the planetary defense center, the Beckett, marked with the symbol [B], had appeared, meaning the man had arrived at the outskirts of Xandar ...

"Now, how should we get in?"

On the Beckett, Ronan turned his gaze to the Beckett in the main seat.

Because he was the employer, Ronan also boarded this spaceship that had been built over a thousand years ago.

Although it is old, Ronan believes that everything except some of the manufacturing materials is still relevant.

Nebula was aboard the Beckett for the first time, was equally astonished.

She and Gamora are theoretically Thanos's daughters, so why aren't they?

Thanos also has a preference for sons over daughters?

Wait a minute, if she had this attribute, why did they adopt her and Gamora in the first place?

"Your His Highness Beckett, a communication signal from Xandar."

Woz, who was still comfortable on the Beckett, turned to inform the figure in the main seat.

Beckett nodded, Woz immediately answered the call.

An image of the current Nova Prime Plame then appeared before their eyes.

"Beckett ..."

"It really is you..." Nova Plame, with a complicated look in his eyes, didn't even notice Ronan standing in the subordinate position.

Over a thousand years have passed, and she has gone from a beautiful and youthful crown prince to an empress with wrinkles around her eyes, while Beckett still has the same aloof and stern face as when he was young.

"???!!!" Ronan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head sharply to look at Beckett in the main seat.

"Are you already this old?" Beckett's ivory-like remark made Nova Plame's face darken.

"If I remember correctly, we in Xandar have no contact with your Dark Order."

"Hand over the Power Stone." Beckett went straight to the point, Nova Prime frowned.

Little did she know that the Power Stone, a cosmic treasure, was hidden on Xandar.

"The specifics are as follows..." The Other, Beckett's most loyal subordinate who had returned to his post, shrewdly recounted the events.

"Impossible. Let's not even talk about the person who stole the Power Stone. Even Gamora, whom you're talking about, has no trace on Xandar."

When Gamora rose to fame in the universe as "Daughter of Thanos," Nova Plame paid attention to her because of that title.

If Gamora really did track down Xandar, she couldn't possibly not know.

"Whether it is or not, I will make my own judgment."

"Now, will you shut down the Planetary Defense System yourself to cooperate with me, or will I do it myself?" Beckett, who stood up from his autonomous position, slowly raised his right index finger. His hair, which had suddenly turned golden, once again evoked the memories that Nova Plame did not want to recall.

Beckett's eyes flashed with the same cold, fierce light as they had back then.

Nova Plame chickened out, and chickened out completely.

She cannot risk the lives of the people of her own planet.

She knew that Beckett was truly capable of killing stars.

This is not the first time we have known of such an occurrence...

Ronan, who had struggled for over a hundred years to sneak into Xandar, followed Beckett onto the Xandar with a heart full of shock and doubt.

Meanwhile, the carefree idiot was still trying to sell the magazine he found in the ruins to people at a certain bar.

Hey bro, wanna get a picture?

"Absolutely amazing, only one copy in the universe, a unique and unparalleled book."

Star-Lord, with his winking and smirking, hooked up with a burly man who looked very rich.

The burly man's look, as if he were looking at an idiot, prompted Star-Lord to immediately pull out a photocopy of a photobook with Ego's nude cover.

The burly man's eyes lit up immediately.

"This person's name was Ego, a young artist who died in an accident."

"This photo album..."

Thirty minutes later, Star-Lord strolled out of the thirteen designated bars, quite pleased with his bulging wallet.

Star-Lord has made a fortune! Having sold thirteen "unique" photo albums, he has already earned enough money to upgrade his spaceship parts.

"No wonder everyone says gambling, prostitution, and drugs are so profitable..."

Having fabricated thirteen identities such as "death models" and "death artists," Star-Lord glanced at the time, swung the Cosmic Orb wrapped in a bag in his hand, and hummed a song from Earth that he remembered as he walked toward his destination.

Earth, Egypt.

This country, which once boasted a glorious ancient civilization, now plays the role of a doormat in the world.

And it is precisely because of this that Nick Fury, as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.., was able to easily have his subordinates take Thor into the country's most mysterious ruins.

Egyptian Pyramids.

One of the world's unsolved mysteries.

"Are you sure there's any information about Beckett here?"

Thor, having trudged through the desert with his hands on his hips, looked up at the pyramid he had never seen before.

"If the portrait you provided, Mr. Thor, is correct, then it is indeed here," Coulson, the S.H.I.E.L.D. who traded his receding hairline for gentlemanly manners, replied with a smile.

How the pyramids of Ancient Egypt were built remains a mystery to the world.

"However, if what you say is true, then we may have to reassess the danger posed by Beckett."

A black, form-fitting combat suit accentuated her curves, and Natasha Romanoff, a senior S.H.I.E.L.D.. agent with long, wavy, burgundy hair, followed Coulson into the pyramid.

"After all, this is a stone statue that existed in Ancient Egypt."

The beautiful Natasha looked up, gazing at the two enormous statues before her, which could only be described as a miracle.

The two statues, one male and one female, are 140 meters tall and have lifelike faces and stern expressions.

Not far from the statue stands an ancient stone tablet.

The text written above is something that S.H.I.E.L.D.. has never been able to decipher.

"An inscription in ancient Asgard script?!"

"How is this possible?!"

The moment Thor saw the inscription, his pupils constricted sharply!

"The great Son of Titan, His Highness His Highness Beckett, the revered Lord of Chitauri Prime..."

"Her Highness Hela, the beautiful daughter of Odin, the savior who saved the entire Hela of Upper Egypt..."

"????!!!!!"

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