Saiyans adopted by Thanos

"A very hidden tribe?"

The characteristics of the tribe are exactly the same as what Ola said. There are many old people, many women, and young adults.

The king of the dark elves, Malekis lives in such a place?

Beckett frowned, jumped down from the hatch, and landed steadily at the door of the tribe. Hela, who stepped on the black long sword as a buffer, followed closely, and the long black hair fluttered, making everyone in the tribe instantly alert.

"Daughter of Odin!!!"

The group of people like Hela, who has already made a name for themselves in the Nine Realms War, is naturally not unfamiliar, even if they have not been here for a long time to come into contact with the outside world.

"Malekiss, get out." Ignoring the suspicion of these people, Beckett folded his arms around his chest and looked around for a week. After a week, everyone in the tribe stared at each other with a full voice.

What the hell?

Malekis?

If the representatives of the radical faction dared to live here, they would dare to let him experience the pain of a thousand swords in every minute.

"Malekiss is not here. This is the resting place of our Dark Elf King. Please, no, it should be you. Get out of here."

"Otherwise, at your own risk."

The only five middle-aged people in the entire tribe looked at each other, and the leader raised his spear and issued a warning to Beckett.

"what did you say?"

Beckett turned his head and said, "the other."

"Yes! Your Royal Highness Beckett!" The other, who was holding the scepter on the battleship, beckoned excitedly, and then kicked Aura, who was tied up by the big five flowers around him.

Go you!

Boom!

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

The smoke billowed and fell a painful frown of Ola, who was squatting on his ass, but was lifted by the other's hand and brought to Beckett, saying: "Don't pretend, I obviously kicked your belly, you covered it. Why does it hurt to shout?"

"you--"

"Ola?!"

The angry Ola's eyes widened, and before she could speak, a powerful arm locked her throat with a familiar breath.

"Ola!"

The middle-aged man who had clearly recognized his own Aura was fierce, and his body was covered by the black and silver armor.

call out!

The energy wave emerging from Beckett's fingertips directly penetrated the middle-aged man's chest, and the well-made armor shattered to the ground.

"Is this your confidence?"

The effortless Beckett grinned, his strength gradually increased, admiring Ola's constantly struggling face in his hands.

"It's really sad."

The coldness in the corner of Beckett's eyes grew stronger: "Put your hope of salvation on a bunch of trash."

"Enough, young man."

A peaceful energy emerged from the tribe. As soon as the voice fell, Beckett only felt that his hand seemed to be slapped with energy, subconsciously let go of his five fingers, and Aola landed and was able to breathe.

"Leaving here, I can assume that nothing has happened."

The dead voice, the old-fashioned body, and the old man who appeared at the gate of the tribe on crutches made Beckett extremely alert.

He felt a great threat.

"king?!"

"Wang, why did you come out?!"

The expressions of the four middle-aged men who were too angry suddenly changed color and hurriedly guarded the old man.

"Wang? Malekis really looks like this?"

Hearing this, Beckett subconsciously compared the phantom of Malekis that had appeared in Asgard's resident, and there was no similarity between the two.

"Don't look at me, I don't know who he is." Hela, who was also puzzled, replied coldly.

"I am from Asgard, not from Watt Alheim."

"You should be the little girl that Odin brought with him back then, time, it flies so fast...cough cough..."

The old man turned his gaze to Hela, and then he coughed as if his old injury had recurred, clutching his shriveled chest.

"you are?"

"He is the real king of our dark elves, Malkis, who is just a villain who seizes power after resuscitation!"

Ola, who was finally relieved, stood up, her purple eyes full of anger at Malekis.The words confided in his mouth caused Beckett to raise his eyebrows in surprise: "Interesting."

"Is it the drama of the change of kingship?"

"Young man, Ola will bring you here, I think it must be because you have shown enough strength to defeat Malekis in her opinion...cough cough...but believe me, you still leave here Right."

"Malkis of Wat Alheim will be truly recovered soon. The entire Nine Realms will be plunged into darkness and become a paradise for him alone. No one can stop him, including Asgard, including Austria. Ding."

The old man coughed, and an unhealthy flush emerged on his weather-engraved face, and the uncontrolled vomiting of blood made a group of people frantic.

"No, Wang, this man can easily defeat Verruz, the god of death and battle. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Wang, he must be able to defeat Malekiss." Ola turned his back to Beckett, knelt on one knee, and knelt in front of the old man, respectfully speaking out his own conclusion.

"God of death and battle?" After hearing Ola's description, the old man smiled and shook his head.

"The real name of the tyrannosaurus is called the Dark Fighting Dead Dragon Beast. It is not a legendary god, but a combat weapon cultivated by the dark elves in ancient times."

"It's just a biological weapon that can be mass-produced."

As a king of the dark elves second only to Malkis, he has always been eager to lead the tribe to develop peacefully and cultivated twelve high-end combat powers to maintain the dark elves’ status in the Wat Alheim royal family I once owned one when I was young.

It's a pity that because I didn't train well, I starved to death not long after my shell was broken.

"Young man, you don't belong to this world. There is no need to lose your life here for no reason, so leave here."