What lay ahead... which direction?
Standing by the warship's window and looking at Chitauri Prime, now close at hand, Beckett's mind still replayed the scene his adoptive father Thanos had described to him.
"His Highness Beckett, we are about to arrive at Chitauri Prime. Please prepare yourself." After returning to the Dark Order, the Artificial Intelligence Woz had also left the Babel Tower system and found another finely crafted battleship.
"Tsk, tsk. Thanos really trusts you, handing an entire planet over for you to govern." Also aboard the warship, Astra wiped the wine stains from his thick beard, clicking his tongue in amazement.
Determined to witness his enemy's death with his own eyes, Astra had chosen Beckett over Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight. There was no other reason—at the very least, he had some understanding of Beckett's strength.
"Hm? Isn't that little bootlicker?"
Since arriving at the Dark Order yesterday, Astra had not seen The Other. Yet here he was. And appearing before Astra alongside The Other were Chitauri soldiers stretching so far that their end could not be seen at a glance.
"His Highness Beckett, fleet replenishment is complete!" Having heard Astra call him a bootlicker, The Other shot the unconcerned Astra a vicious glare before respectfully bowing to Beckett.
"His Highness Beckett, this is the resource expenditure list for this operation. Please review it."
The Other waved the Azure Scepter in his hand, and a light screen immediately appeared before Beckett.
"Additionally, I have good news to report. During this evolution, because I attempted to incorporate the energy of the Casket of Ancient Winters, a group of soldiers capable of using ice magic has appeared within our army."
"However, due to resource consumption, I did not produce too many soldiers with this ability."
"Oh, and I have also