Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

The pure white feathers fell, and the wings flew!

"Get out of the way." Beckett, who had finished chewing the dried fruit, pushed Hela away in front of him, and the energy in his hands condensed.

"Different Demon God leave quickly..."

"Different Demon God leave quickly..."

"Different Demon God leave quickly..."

Just as Beckett was about to make a move to make this group of people unable to melt even sand, a voice full of spirit resounded over the entire tribe accompanied by the scorching sun rising from the east.

Emerald green magic energy emerged from the scorching sun, and everyone in the tribe fell powerlessly to the ground under the incantations, wisps of black mist emerged from their bodies.

"Catch up!"

"Great!"

"Hey! Are you all right!!!"

A man in a mage robe with a silver background and gold trim came from the east of the tribe, and hung it on the nameplate on his chest. The heads of Beckett and Hela were particularly conspicuous in the sun.

"Eh?"

"Eh?!!!"

The man who hurried into the tribe suddenly froze when he saw the faces of Beckett and Hela!

"Save, Lord Savior?!"

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"I, really saw the savior?!"

"Live, live?!"

"Am I dreaming?!"

The man in the mage robe with silver background and gold trim trembled his hands, and the two mustaches around his lips were so excited that they deformed.

"Ah, no, Lord Savior, please wait a moment!"

Suddenly remembering that he had yet to complete the task of eliminating demons and defending the Dao, the man immediately took a few steps back, bowed respectfully to Beckett and Hela, squeezed the Yin Jue in his hand, and recited an obscure incantation.

The villagers who had previously maintained that they could be revived infinitely were gradually dying under the silent pressure. The dark yellow sand fell like raindrops, and the pattering sound caused Beckett to dissipate the condensed energy in his hands.

"Savior?"

interesting.

Beckett didn't remember being a savior, and he wasn't the one.

The real savior of this universe, in Beckett's view, should be his adoptive father Thanos, not him.

"Why does the sign on his chest have the faces of the two of us?"

Compared to Beckett, Hela, who observed more carefully, still focused on the sign on the magician's chest.

The portraits of Beckett and Hela are lifelike, and under the portraits of the two of them, the name [Menis] is engraved, which looks a bit like an identity plate.

"Could it be... that group of people at that time?"

Hela, who was flooded with memories in her mind, instantly recalled the group of aborigines in the world that she had rescued from the United Vanguard of the Nine Realms when she brought Becket to Midgard for the first time.

To be precise, she saved it.

Hela has been bitter about this for some time.

Obviously she was the first...

Beckett only acted after being angered by the United Vanguard of the Nine Realms. Why can he enjoy the same treatment as her?

She is the princess of Asgard, the future ruler of the Nine Realms.

call out!

The ring on Beckett's right wrist flickered, and Woz's figure stepped on the dark yellow sand, creaking.

"Woz?"

Beckett took a strange look at Woz, who came out on his own initiative. This was not his usual style.

"These sands seem to contain a very strange energy fluctuation Your Highness Beckett." Woz reached out and took out a large jar from his belly pocket, bent down, and kept sweeping the sand grains on the ground into it with his chubby little hands. into the knocked-out jar.

"Meow~"

The orange cat lying on Beckett's shoulder yawned lazily, squinting at the doraemon with feline features.

"That's the power from a different latitude, Lord Savior."

The mage Menis, who finished chanting the spell to save a dragon, walked up to Beckett and Hela, bowed respectfully, and explained.

"In Midgard, there are many tribes who are bewitched by the demon gods of different latitudes. They obtain power far beyond ordinary people from the demon gods of different latitudes at the cost of their own souls."

"The people of this tribe are one of them."

"This is impossible!"

As the future Lord of the Nine Realms, Hela immediately denied the mage's statement.