Saiyans adopted by Thanos

Pharaoh Menis kneeled halfway in front of Beckett and Hela, stroking his chest with his right hand, and respectfully lowered his head as a king.

With the power of the demon god Horus in different latitudes, he is confident that he will not lose to the Domam believer named Cuba.

He has already experienced the so-called supernatural anger once, and this time, as long as he is on guard in advance, he will naturally not be fooled again.

"you?"

"What a joke."

Beckett, who was extremely upset, looked down at Menis from a high level, and the disdain between his brows hurt the Egyptian pharaoh.

"His Royal Highness Beckett, I think what Menis said makes sense."

"Let us handle this matter."

The other, half of his body scorched, also knelt in front of Beckett on one knee.

Although he didn't deal with Menis, thinking that this man might pose a great threat to his status, for the other, Beckett's matter was the top priority.

[Regardless of the suspicion] Working together to recapture Beckett's body from Cuba is what he should do most at the moment.

"His Royal Highness, the appearance of Cuba is indeed beyond our expectations. In fact, Lord Thanos also asked us to protect your body before leaving. Therefore, we will definitely handle this matter. "

Woz, who replaced himself with the material from his belly pocket, saluted Beckett with the same seriousness.

"father?"

But Beckett's attention was instantly attracted by the name of the person Woz said.

"Father is here too?"

Beckett frowned, feeling flustered inexplicably.

In name, he should still be in confinement now.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness Beckett, your trial is the result of the discussion between Lord Thanos and the Supreme Master Agomoto."

"It's just that there is a little accident in the result of the trial now."

Woz said briefly and concisely about the deal that Thanos made with Agmoto, and Beckett was silent.

[Becket, I hope you understand that this universe is by no means as simple as what you have seen.

[Becket, don't let pride blind your eyes.

"Father..." Beckett, who was silent for a long while, clenched his fists unconsciously, whispered, and Hela curled his lips while watching for a long time.

"How old you are, you still want your father to wipe your butt."

Beckett turned sideways, staring straight at Hela, seeing the latter uncomfortably.

"Ms. Hela, you are the same. Your trial is also the result of the discussion between the Lord Odin and the Supreme Mage Agmoto." Woz revealed Odin's old bottom seriously.

Hela: "………………"

"You don't seem to be getting better." Beckett sneered.

"In short, Your Royal Highness Beckett, please don't do it yourself this time. We will help you with Ms. Hela and take your body back."

Seeing that Beckett and Hela seemed to be strangling each other again, Woz stopped the topic in time and made the final conclusion.

"What? May I help him?"

Hela, who had just finished staring at each other with Beckett, sneered.

"Let him beg me and I'll help."

"But Ms. Hela, your body is also in the hands of the Domam believer." Woz held the information book in his hand, and after looking up, he pointed out the loopholes in Hela's words seriously.

".................."

"Don't be kidding, Woz, quickly locate the Domam believer and tell me that this is an order."

"Do you understand?"

Beckett didn't bother to talk to Hella anymore, and after seriously issuing the order, he walked aside, closed his eyes and rested, maintaining a static state, hoping that his soul could recover a little faster.

Hela, who saw it, also snorted coldly, and found a place to float quietly. Anyway, she is in the state of the soul, and it doesn't matter what her posture is.

"Ms. Hella, Ms. Hella."

After watching Wozzi in silence and busy tracking for nearly ten minutes, Hela suddenly heard the two huge statues in the pyramid, it seemed that someone was calling herself.

Following the voice suspiciously, a small version of Doraemon Woz was lying on the heels of the statue of Beckett, poking out his head quietly, and beckoning to her.

"?"

Hela, who was puzzled, glanced at Beckett, who was still asleep with her eyes closed in the distance, and floated to the side of this reduced version of Woz.

"you?"

"I am my mechanical clone, Ms. Hela." Woz, who saw Hela floating over, grinned, and immediately revealed his true identity.

"Seekly looking for me, what's the matter?"

Hela asked without comment, leaning on the statue of Beckett, hugging her chest with her hands crossed.

"Actually, I would like to ask you to start with us later." Hela was straightforward, and Woz naturally opened up.

"What?" Hela paused with his index fingers tapping his arms.

"Shhh..."

Perhaps it was because Hela's voice was a little louder, so the reduced version of Woz hurriedly put Madoka's hand on her mouth, indicating that her voice could be as small as possible.

"In fact, the Elemental Eater has been tracking Cuba." Woz pulled his left hand in the void, and a blue light screen instantly appeared in front of Hela.

The light spot belonging to the Elemental Eater and the camera mounted on the Elemental Eater’s positioning collar broadcast the icy northern Europe in real time.

Hela saw her body tied to a silver-white cross by Cuba at a glance.

Rumo's long hair was stained with wind and frost that no one helped to wipe off.

"His Royal Highness Beckett's soul body search level has reached 32%. He can no longer fight as a soul body, otherwise he will die."

"So, I want to ask you to leave with me later."

Hela's soul is not a black house in this universe. Coupled with the power of death divinity, supplemented by Pharaoh Menis and its power, it should be possible to recapture Beckett's body from Cuba.