"Your Highness Beckett, there are a large number of life energy signatures ahead."
The Nine Realms, Midgard.
After following the old man in the gray cloak for forty-three minutes, Beckett and his party finally arrived at the tribe the old man had mentioned.
A human settlement that appeared to be quite large.
The young guard at the entrance of the tribe respectfully saluted the old man in front of Beckett and his group. Under the old man's persuasion, he respectfully invited Beckett, Hela, and The Other into the tribe.
Stalls lined both sides of the wide road, and people bartering filled the tribe with life.
"Mom! I want to eat that!!"
"Hey! You little rascal, don't run around!!!"
"..."
The noisy environment made Beckett frown. Only after following the old man into the cave dwelling where he lived did Beckett's expression slightly improve.
"Are you the leader of this tribe?"
Although she hadn't spent much time in Midgard, Hela had managed to guess the old man's identity from the respectful attitude of the villagers towards him earlier.
"Yes."
Back in the cave dwelling, the old man tremblingly took out snacks he had saved for his grandson from under the stone bed and placed them on the stone table. He lowered his posture as much as possible to ensure he wouldn't be killed by Beckett like his friend had been earlier.
"I will go out now and instruct people to prepare a new altar. Please wait a moment, both of you."
Having agreed to Beckett's condition of not sacrificing an Energy Devouring Beast before summoning an extradimensional demon god, the old man tremblingly walked out of the cave dwelling, his figure gradually disappearing from Hela and Beckett's sight.
"Do you really believe what he said?"
Hela, who had felt something was off since entering the tribe, stared at the old man's retreating figure until it completely disappeared around the corner before turning back to ask.
"Hm?"
"Why are you eating already?"
Hela, still trying to figure out what was wrong, watched Beckett grab snacks and stuff them into his mouth, her eyes twitching uncontrollably.
"Are you possessed by a starving ghost?"
"No, I don't believe a single word he said." Seeing Hela's gaze, Beckett unconcernedly pulled the entire plate of snacks towards himself.
Seeing Beckett eat so heartily, the orange cat perched on his shoulder twitched its nose. Its two soft, pink paws stretched forward, reaching out to Beckett for food, but Beckett ignored it.
"Meow~"
The orange cat opened its small mouth, patted Beckett's shoulder with its right paw, pointed at the dried fruit on the plate with its left paw, and then pointed at its own mouth.
"I just want to see what gives him the confidence to trick me into coming here." Beckett, who had absolute confidence in his current strength, wished the old man would cause some trouble so he could vent.
He wanted to vent the nameless anger from being confined for thirty days and also stretch his muscles.
"Meow!"
Seeing that Beckett still wasn't paying attention to it, the envious little orange cat decided to make a move.
However, as soon as it jumped off Beckett's shoulder, a red tail immediately wrapped around its body, placing it back on his shoulder.
"???????"
Unable to struggle free, the orange cat could only droop its head in resignation, gazing longingly at Beckett, who was still talking and eating, its mouth watering more and more.
"And, more importantly, I want to know what's going on with that Sorcerer Supreme."
Chewing the last piece of dried fruit, Beckett narrowed his eyes. The image of the delicate-looking man who called himself Cuba immediately surfaced in his mind.
"I don't know. I've already given the information to Heimdall, but he hasn't replied yet." Hela, naturally, chose to report matters concerning the Nine Realms immediately.
But unfortunately, nearly fifty minutes had passed, and Heimdall still hadn't sent a reply.
Crack!
As soon as Hela finished speaking, several cracks suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cave dwelling.
"Are they here?"
Beckett, who had just finished his dried fruit, casually flicked his wrist. An energy bullet blew the upper half of the *cave dwelling* into rubble, scattering in all directions.
Bang!!!
The splashing stones broke through the formation of the tribal warriors, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and lives were lost one after another.
"Everyone! Prepare!"
"Yes!"
The young and strong men, who had long been prepared, stepped into the positions of the fallen. They formed hand seals and repeated obscure incantations.
Magic circles of various sizes appeared beneath Beckett, Hela, and The Other.
"Your Highness Beckett, a large number of magical creatures are gathering."
Woz, who had transformed into a lens and attached itself to Beckett's right eye, immediately provided the energy curve diagrams of these magic circles.
"Magical creatures, are they similar to those four people from before?"
Beckett squinted, recalling the four figures summoned by the old man earlier.
Boom!!!
Before he could finish speaking, bizarre figures instantly appeared on the magic array throughout the entire tribe.
"Attack!"
The old man, his beard still stained with his companion's blood, waved his hand and coughed out the order.
Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!
Before Beckett even had to act, Hela, with countless weapons floating behind her, flicked her hand, and everyone in the tribe was impaled!
"Hm?"
"What's going on?"
Under Hela's gaze, all the figures who had been impaled turned into red sand, then revived and reformed new bodies.
"Tsk, more annoying regeneration magic?"
Hela snorted, which brought back unpleasant memories from Svartalfheim.
Memories of being locked in the [Artificial Underworld] by Malekith.
"It's useless!"
"The power bestowed upon us by the [Gods]! How could you possibly understand!"
The old man, who had also turned to sand and reformed, spread his arms. From the magic array in front of him, a monster with flapping wings leaped out.
White feathers fell, and it soared into the sky, flapping its wings!
"Move aside." Beckett, having finished his dried fruit, pushed Hela aside and gathered energy in his hand.
"The Otherworldly Demon God, leave quickly..."
"The Otherworldly Demon God, leave quickly..."
"The Otherworldly Demon God, leave quickly..."
Just as Beckett was about to act to prevent these people from even turning into sand, a resonant voice, accompanied by the rising sun in the east, echoed throughout the entire tribe's airspace.
Emerald green magical energy surged from beneath the sun. Everyone in the tribe collapsed powerlessly amidst the chanting, wisps of black mist rising from their bodies.
"Made it in time!"
"That's great!"
"Hey! Are you guys alright!!!"
A man in a silver robe with gold trim walked in from the east of the tribe. On the nameplate hanging on his chest, Beckett and Hela's portraits were particularly striking in the sunlight.
"Huh?"
"Huh?!!!"
The man, who had rushed into the tribe, froze abruptly upon seeing Beckett and Hela's faces!
"S-Savior?!"
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