Remember an Umbrella on Rainy Nights, Not a Knife

"These are the soldiers of the Dark Elves?"

Night fell. Inside the room, Beckett sat in a chair, looking at the data displayed on the azure screen in front of him, his right index finger tapping rhythmically on the table, his thoughts churning.

Judging from their appearance, they did not seem to have much in common with the elven race that Beckett had heard about during his missions in space.

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett. However, according to the information provided by Kyl Martha, the Svartalfheim border is not entirely populated by soldiers of this rank."

Before he finished speaking, a Dark Elf soldier of a different form appeared on the light screen in front of Beckett.

"According to the information provided by Kyl Martha, Malekith's awakening seems to have brought a long-lost enhancement technique to Svartalfheim, and soldiers enhanced by this technique will experience an explosive increase in strength."

"According to the data, they once thought of capturing a specimen alive for research, but unfortunately, the Dark Elf soldiers who were enhanced by this secret method seemed to have a detonator installed in their bodies. Once they were captured, they would immediately explode and die, leaving nothing behind."

[Enhance... a secret technique?]

Two phantom images of Dark Elf soldiers spun before Beckett's eyes, and the limited data made Beckett fall into deep thought.

"The Other," Beckett called out over the communication channel after a long period of thought.

"Your His Highness Beckett!"

Of all things under heaven, His Highness Beckett the greatest. The Other hurriedly put down what he was doing and ran straight out of the room to Beckett.

Because I ran so fast, my breathing is still a little rapid.

"What are your orders, His Highness Beckett?"

"Take our men and launch a night raid on the Svartalfheim border tonight."

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett!" Although he still had some doubts, The Other, who fully embodied the profound idea of "do whatever His Highness Beckett commands," chose to keep his doubts to himself and patted his chest to guarantee that he would complete the mission.

"Remember, the bigger the commotion, the better, and we must make sure our people fight against the Dark Elves soldiers who have been enhanced by secret techniques."

"I understand, Your His Highness Beckett. I will go and make the preparations immediately." With doubts in his heart, The Other withdrew and, after leaving Beckett's room, went straight out of the camp to carry out Beckett's will.

"Woz, prepare to activate energy Spectrum mode."

Standing by the window, looking down at The Other's figure gradually disappearing into the night, Beckett gave the order.

After the events on planets U40 Planet and B48 Planet, Beckett harbored deep doubts about the enhancement techniques that Malekith possessed.

Among the clues Odin provided, the Reality Stone, one of the six Infinity Stones, had once appeared in Svartalfheim.

Beckett had no reason not to suspect that this so-called arcane enhancement was nothing more than gem energy enhancement, a precedent already seen on B48 Planet.

For Beckett, determining whether it was gemstone energy enhancement was quite simple.

His Woz database already contains data on the power of the Mind Stone. As long as Woz detects energy changes in the bodies of the so-called arcanely enhanced Dark Elf soldiers that are similar in nature to those of the Mind Stone, even if these changes are very slight, it will be enough to confirm Beckett's conjecture.

Rumble!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the dim sky, and the drizzling raindrops gradually condensed and slid down in front of Beckett.

Is it raining?

Beckett, who was closing the window, realized something was wrong the moment his fingers touched the rain.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz has detected two anomalous energy points rapidly approaching your room!"

No sooner had Woz finished speaking than two Dark Elf soldiers dressed in Asgard attire burst through Beckett's door.

Bang!

The door, made of special metal, was shattered into pieces. Two Dark Elf soldiers exchanged a glance, and without the slightest hesitation, they tore open their clothes and charged straight towards Beckett's location, leaving a trail of sparks and Flash in their wake.

"Anhuk!!!"

Shouting incomprehensible words, their bodies rapidly swelled, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window, and the room was ablaze with firelight...

Rumble!

Boom!!!

Thunder and explosions rang out simultaneously, and the azure lightning and scarlet flames shone brightly, illuminating Beckett's face.

Rain dripped down Beckett's cheeks and onto the ground. Beckett stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking around at the four figures that had appeared beside him, his brows furrowed with disdain.

"Beckett!"

Hela was stopped in mid-air by three people not far away. The four figures surrounding Beckett flashed with cold light in their hands, and sharp blades were thrust straight towards Beckett's chest!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!

Clang!

The clanging of metal was exceptionally jarring, yet Beckett's figure, standing firmly on the ground, remained motionless. Four rain-soaked blades pressed against Beckett silver armor at his chest and back, unable to penetrate any further.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Before the words were finished, Beckett's energy suddenly erupted, and an invisible wave of energy surged forth, preventing even the rain from getting any closer to Beckett's body.

"Woz."

"Your His Highness Beckett, no changes in gem energy were detected on them."

Woz's completed scan analysis provided the answer and sealed the fate of the four men.

Without the transformation of gemstone energy, there is no right to survive.

"Walk!"

If their attack misses, they'll flee a thousand miles away. The four traditional assassins exchanged glances and instantly decided on their escape route.

The alarms at this military fortress have been triggered, and they don't believe they, as assassins, can escape the army's encirclement.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Lord The Other has arrived at the border of Svartalfheim with his men."

"Let him continue. Ignore them. They're just a few assassins who misunderstand infiltration."

Beckett's ten fingers shone brightly as he floated in the air. The next second, ten beams of silver-white light pierced directly through the chests of ten Dark Elf assassins!

As an assassin, to need a partner to provide backup shows a lack of understanding of stealth; it's utterly shameful.

Beckett, with his extensive experience in infiltration, scoffed at this idea.

Carrying an umbrella but no knife on a rainy night, slashing and hacking with unparalleled skill – that's the best disguise for an assassin.

"Beckett."

Hela, having also defeated her opponent, landed beside Beckett, her face ashen as she looked at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"Your Hela!"

"Martha! You tricked me!!!"

A roar echoed across the sky not far away, only to be swallowed up by the merciless fire serpent.

Above the Dark Elf defenses on the border of Svartalfheim, five colossal mechanical beasts, baring their fangs, rampage through the fortified fortress under the command of The Other.

As Kyl Martha rushed to Hela's side, she suddenly felt her lips were dry. "This is slander."

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