The Ancient One Who Had Read the Script Over Two Thousand Times

"Beckett!"

"Beckett, can you hear me?!"

In the absolute darkness, a cluster of eerie blue flames rose from Hela's palm.

This flame, tainted with death, has now become Hela's only means of illumination.

"Beckett?"

Hela frowned, not knowing how long she had walked in the darkness. The cold, blue flames flickered without wind, reflecting off her face in the dim light of Hela palm.

Bizarre, endlessly bizarre.

Hela, who was skilled in magic, sensed an extremely strong eeriness from it, but she was unable to find a way to break the deadlock for the time being.

She had never had any contact with Dormammu before, and she had only heard the name "Dormammu" once in Ancient Egypt, so she knew nothing about him.

Is there no way to undo this?

Hela tried several times with one hand forming a seal, using all the [Cleanse] spells she could muster, but still couldn't clear the black mist around her.

Moreover, what puzzled Hela the most was that the flame in her hand never managed to expand her field of vision.

No matter how much she increased her power output, the visible range in front of her was always only ten meters.

"Magical elements so different from those in Asgard, interesting..."

Holding the ghostly blue flames in her hands, Hela chose a direction and slowly walked forward. The seemingly endless road gave Hela a fleeting feeling of returning to the place where Odin had sealed her away.

She was very familiar with this feeling of utter loneliness.

"Hela?"

In the vast darkness, Hela suddenly heard a familiar voice calling her name.

A golden light shone not far from her, and Beckett, with long golden hair reaching her waist, came into Hela's view.

"Beckett?"

Seeing that familiar face, Hela's wariness lessened slightly.

"What's going on?" Beckett frowned, his unpleasant tone earning Hela a subtle roll of her eyes.

If she knew what was going on, would she need to be feeling her way across the river like this?

They left eight hundred years ago!

"I don't know. This is a magical program I've never seen before. I can try to crack it, but it will take time."

To say it's completely unbreakable is impossible.

Having focused on her studies in the sealed land for so long, Hela's current personal strength is enough to rank her among the top in the universe.

This is why she's not currently in her home turf of Asgard; otherwise, Hela, whose power increases exponentially simply by standing on Asgard soil, would probably be able to shatter this subspace with the power of the World Tree.

She has that confidence.

How long will it take to crack?

"I don't know, can't Woz analyze it?" Hela felt a little annoyed.

This oppressive environment made her very unhappy.

"Cannot."

"Frieza," Hela said casually.

"What?"

"Forget it, give me your hand." Hela shook her head, not wanting to continue wandering aimlessly in this environment, and reached out her hand to [Beckett].

"Hurry up." Beckett's face showed impatience, but he still stretched out his hand.

Just as he was about to touch Hela's fingers...

Boom!!!

Hela flicked her finger, and the deathly blue flames ignited a small flame on Beckett's body.

"Do you want to die?!" Beckett's face instantly darkened.

Clang!

The ability to reconstruct instantly created a cage around Beckett.

"You're very good at disguising yourself, but there's one thing Beckett knows: Frieza is not unaware of Frieza." Hela's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Hela estimated that only Thanos, herself, Beckett, and his two henchmen knew Frieza's secrets in the entire universe.

"Also, if you were Beckett, you shouldn't have said 'Hurry up,' you should have asked 'Why?'"

"Or, say nothing and just look at me."

Hela shook her index finger and made a grabbing motion in the air with her left hand!

Boom!!!

The blinding explosion was fleeting, Beckett, his breathing slightly disordered, frowned amidst the flames.

A very strange kind of magic.

All the attacks he unleashed were redirected back to him, as if Dormammu had hidden behind him and forcibly changed his position.

But Beckett had absolutely no feeling of being forcibly displaced.

Beckett was very annoyed.

Even if he becomes Super Four, the energy shockwave he unleashes will still be transferred back.

"It really is an unpleasant feeling."

Beckett flung his hand away in extreme displeasure, finding magic utterly repulsive for the first time in his life.

What's more, this magic is constantly simulating Hela to provoke him.

"Beckett?"

It was Hela's familiar voice again. Beckett turned around and met Hela's eyes.

"Disappear." The indifferent Beckett was too lazy to waste any more words. He had tried 91 times already, and Hela always gave him the same opening line.

"Go to hell."

Having encountered Beckett in various Super Saiyan forms countless times, Hela had become numb to it all.

His face, glowing with a chilling blue flame, was filled with murderous intent. The reconstructed torrent of steel collided with the Energy Annihilation Cannon unleashed by Beckett.

However, the scene they had envisioned did not occur this time.

Beckett's Energy Annihilation Cannon triumphed in the collision with the torrent of metal.

The silver-white Energy Annihilation Cannon continued its momentum after shattering Hela's torrent of metal, slamming straight into the protective shield that Hela had hastily erected!

Boom!!!!

The light from the explosion illuminated the astonished looks in Beckett's and Hela's eyes...

"No!!!"

"Hela!"

In the Dark Order, Frigga, brought back by Kaecilius, slumped to the ground, looking at her daughter in the image where Beckett had pierced her chest.

Beside her Thanos, who had been silent for a long time.

"That's the expression!"

"That's the expression!"

"That sad and painful expression!"

Dormammu, whose true form had long since merged into the Dark Dimension, laughed with unparalleled arrogance and pride.

"I said I would make Odin pay the price!"

I will make you all pay the price!

"Including you, Thanos!"

To play with magic and manipulate people's hearts.

This is Dormammu's signature move.

He was a mage, a mage who had long since abandoned his physical body.

With complete preparations, even the highest Kami would kneel down and sing "Conquer" if he came.

Manipulating a mere Beckett and Hela would be a piece of cake.

If Agamotto hadn't teamed up with Thanos and Odin to catch him off guard back then, he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state.

"This is just the beginning, Thanos, Frigga."

The sinister laughter abruptly ceased, and the domineering blade light, with its unparalleled power, nearly shattered the entire Dark Dimension, but was ultimately dissolved into nothingness by the immense dimensional energy.

"It should be about time."

Somewhere in the subspace, the Ancient One, who had been meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face grew even paler.

Her time is running out.

"Hela should have already been pierced through the chest by Beckett's accidental shot."

Ancient One had been silently counting down the time in her mind, stood up.

Before leaving the New York Sanctum, she used the Time Stone to see the outcome of her battle with Dormammu more than two thousand times.

This is the only time that Dormammu can be completely destroyed.