Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

"But they are always dead." Beckett pierced through this illusion of resurrection.

Hela nodded silently.

After all, she is only the death goddess of Asgard, not the death goddess of the universe.

She has no way to really resurrect these soldiers who have been dead for thousands of years.

Sadly, in Asgard, Hela can only trust these dead people.

Of those alive, every single one wanted her dead.

Including Frigg, her mother, Odin's wife, and the former queen of Asgard.

"does it worth?"

After a long silence, until the sparsely populated square was overcrowded by Asgardians, Beckett asked.

Is it worth it to expand the territory for a country where everyone hates itself?

The acquaintances from back then have all died in peace, and everyone who is still alive hates you to the bone, but you still pretend not to see it and become the queen who leads them forward.

does it worth?

"of course."

Hela closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and concealed the sadness in the corners of her eyes.

"Now, there is only one thing I can do. And only by doing this, can I feel that I am really alive."

Asgard, this is the spiritual pillar that supports Hela from becoming a walking dead during the seal.

"Beckett." The woman opened her eyes and turned around.

"What?" The man and the woman looked at each other.

"Can you congratulate me? Use your way." The breeze brushed the corners of Hela's brows, and her voice trembled undetectably.

"Why?" Beckett, who folded his arms around his chest, looked at him coldly.

【Because... you are the only... person I can trust right now. 】

Hela pursed her lips, and changed her appearance when she spoke: "It's nothing, just forget it."

Under the high platform, the vast Asgardian people have already prostrated at Hela's feet, and the skeleton guards fired a salute for the birth of the new king.

Bright fireworks all over the sky, ancient and mysterious prayers.

Hela, dressed in fine clothes, stands on the high platform, accepting the worship of the people with open arms.

"Celebrate!"

"Birth of a new king!"

"This is the benevolent Queen Hela of Asgard!"

"This is……………"

The Other, who turned off the loudspeaker equipment on his body, began to chant urgently under the instruction of Beckett's eyes, and the high-pitched and loud congratulatory words resounded in the ears of every Asgardian...

"Women are really troublesome..." Beckett, who was standing behind Hela, pouted contemptuously.

Hela, who was close at hand, suddenly smiled like a flower.

Beckett, who didn't understand the enthronement etiquette, had no intention of going down with the other at all, and Hela didn't mean to drive him down either.

A man and a woman, two figures stand on the magnificent ancient square of Asgard, accepting the worship of all people in the sound of mysterious and solemn prayers.

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"It's useless. I know my body better than you. I have also studied it for a long time and I can't figure it out. You won't get results."

"Believe me."

Centaur Galaxy, Dark Quadrant.

Wearing a white coat, Woz pushed the auxiliary glasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned a deaf ear to Carol Danvers' weak persuasion.

Nothing can stop it from its yearning for research.

A powerful and unconstrained thinking can always make it find a way to crack the secret.

"Have you failed again..."

I don't know if it's because of the imbalance of the ratio or something else, the blood and life cells extracted from Carol's body were blown up on the test bench again.

"It shouldn't be..."

"Which direction is the problem...?"

Those cells and blood that contain the isotope energy of the space gem can't be separated no matter how Woz conducts experiments, and they can't even reverse the trajectory when they merged back then.

This is a first for Woz.

It is one of the best artificial intelligence life forms in the dark quadrant, and it has never encountered such a difficult problem before.

Whispering, the confused Woz turned his gaze to Carol, who was limp and pale by the wall.