The Legend of the Golden Flash

"Frost Giant?"

Beckett didn't even lift his eyelids, his gaze fixed on Hela, who was leading the way. Hela's expression was icy, and in an instant, a dense array of weapons pierced the chests of dozens of Frost Giants.

"Your camp has been captured?"

Beckett crossed his arms over his chest and watched coldly.

Hela didn't speak, but simply walked over to the Frost Giant soldiers who were still wailing and raised the sword in her hand.

"Why are you here? Tell me."

"Hela, daughter of Odin, I know you..."

The leader of the Frost Giant squad struggled to stand up, but was stomped back down by the ruthless Hela: "Tell me, now."

What Beckett said was exactly what Hela was worried about. This Bifrost teleportation point should have been located in their Asgardians camp, but now the Asgardians camp had vanished without a trace, and the teleportation point was also hiding Frost Giant.

"Cough cough..." The captain of the Frost Giant squad coughed, his body still severely injured, but a look of pleasure appeared on his face. "Want to find them? Then die."

Pfft!

The sharp blade pierced the body, its cold glint flashing.

"This is impossible. Why didn't Asgard receive any information if the camp was destroyed?"

Hela casually stabbed the Frost Giant squad leader who tried to resist to death. Hela gaze swept over every inch of the land beneath her feet. The frost-covered surface showed no trace of war.

This is the teleportation point of the Bifrost. Even if the people in the camp don't have time to send an alarm, Heimdall should have noticed something was wrong.

"Woz."

"Woz is scanning..."

"Woz scan complete, Your His Highness Beckett. There is a large amount of life energy in front of you to your left."

The information on the right eye screen kept flashing. As an Artificial Intelligence, Woz had an advantage that Hela could not match in terms of searching.

"Your His Highness Beckett! Wait for me!"

Having just recovered from the aftereffects of bridge dizziness, The Other picked up the Azure Scepter that had fallen to the ground, stood up, dusted himself off, and followed Beckett.

"Tsk, this guy..."

The longsword twirled in his hand before vanishing without a trace. Hela silently followed Beckett towards the location Woz had located.

"Oh, it just ended?"

The glaring blood stained the earth covered by white frost and snow. In a huge human settlement, only a hundred or so people remained, shivering in the freezing cold.

Beckett stood on the cliff, looking down at the world below.

"The Frost Giant of Jotunheim, the Dark Elf of Svartalfheim, and... what's that?!"

When Hela, who had followed Beckett all the way, saw a familiar figure at her feet, her face instantly darkened. "A warrior of Vanaheim!"

"That's impossible!"

"Oh? Why?" Beckett watched Hela's changing expression with great interest; it was amusing.

Hela glanced at Beckett but didn't speak. Beckett, unconcerned at not getting an answer, continued to look at his feet.

The recent massacre seemed to have shocked the remaining hundred or so people at the gathering point, and fear and panic were written on the faces of every single one of them.

The leader of the combined squad, Dark Elves with extremely gloomy eyes, was about to speak when he vaguely sensed an extremely dangerous... illusion?

"Who?!"

Perhaps it was Hela, perhaps it was Beckett, or perhaps it was The Other; in any case, the three people standing on the cliff were easily exposed to everyone's sight after the Dark Elf captain's roar.

"Did you notice? Much later than expected." Beckett, with his arms crossed over his chest, turned his head to avoid the javelin thrown by the Dark Elf captain, his obvious contempt making the latter's eyes grow even more sinister.

"Hela, daughter of Odin, so that's it. Has Odin already noticed something amiss here?"

Upon seeing Hela beside Beckett, the Dark Elf captain immediately understood and pressed the signal transmitter in his hand. The allied army, armed with guns, gradually assembled at the village entrance after receiving the order.

It looks like a massive village brawl is about to break out.

"Your His Highness Beckett, scan complete. The Nine Realms United Vanguard First Team consists of 1,024 people," Woz reported to Beckett, having identified them directly from the nameplates on their chests.

"Xxxxxxxxxx! xxxxxxx!"

Among the hundred or so people who had been driven to an open area by the first team, one person suddenly stood up and rushed out of the crowd. He raised his hands and roared angrily at Hela, who was wearing the Asgard symbol on the cliff. The veins on his forehead bulged. The next second, he was riddled with bullets.

"Woz."

Beckett, who knew absolutely nothing about the C53 language, simply chose to have Woz translate.

"This is a trap, you must run!"

It was the first time I'd ever heard Woz's translated version of The Other, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"We can't let them leave!"

"Everyone! Open fire!"

After sending out the information that daughter of Odin Hela had appeared there, the Dark Elf captain immediately gave the order to open fire. Thousands of soldiers surrounding the village's assembly point pulled the triggers, and countless fire serpents surged toward Beckett, Hela, and The Other on the cliff with lightning speed, determined to blast them to smithereens. In the end, however, they were all blocked by the weapons created by Hela herself.

Boom boom boom boom!!!

The series of explosions sent shivers down the spines of the hundred or so survivors at the gathering point. On the cliff, Beckett, dressed in a white robe, frowned, a murderous glint in his eyes.

These scumbags actually dared to lay a hand on him?

"Woz, how much longer until our warships arrive?"

"Your His Highness Beckett, Ebony Maw's army will arrive at the outskirts of C53 Planet in thirty-five minutes."

"Is there still that much time?"

Upon hearing this, Beckett felt a surge of energy beneath his feet, his long golden hair swaying wildly, and his white robe fluttering in the wind!

"Stop, Beckett! This is an Asgard matter, none of your business!"

Floating in mid-air with her hair styled in a menacing manner, Hela warned without turning her head.

"I hate it when people point guns at me."

"Therefore, they must die." Beckett's words had barely left his lips when he shattered a corner of the cliff, his long golden hair shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight!

A beam of silvery-white light, mixed with an endless array of weapons, instantly annihilated the 1,024 members of the vanguard first squad of the Nine Realms Allied Army!

The hundred or so people who had been trembling in the open space now looked up in disbelief, gazing at the two figures descending above them like saviors:

The man was tall and imposing, with a stern face, wearing a white robe, and his blond hair shimmered with captivating light in the warm sunlight.

The woman was dashing and beautiful, dressed in tight clothes, her long, dark hair fluttering wildly in the biting wind.

"Are you... our... saviors?"

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Starting today, the second update for the next week will be around 11:30 PM, because I will be going for IV drips and dressing changes every night for a week, so the second update will be a little later.