Chapter 806 More People Join the Battlefield
As the saying goes, even a clay figurine has some temper, let alone a human?
If pushed too far, even a dog will jump over a wall, let alone those Superhumans with superpowers?
A cowardly human might choose silence when there is a way to retreat, but when you leave them no way to survive, most will choose to erupt.
When the majority erupts, the remaining minority will also be willing to contribute some of their strength due to herd mentality.
Many hands make light work, which has always referred not to superficial strength, but to the connection between people. The more people there are, the braver people become.
There are countless Superhumans on Earth, and at this critical moment of Earth's life and death, they have also begun to stand up like the X-Men.
Perhaps some of them are just for self-preservation, and some are just driven mad, but at this moment they are the heroes of this planet.
Just like this group of people.
"I still think we shouldn't interfere in outsider struggles."
The speaker was a man with an unusually strong body, but with cow hooves for his lower body. He was discussing with a man beside him whose body was covered with green scales and had many fish characteristics.
"Attilan has never interfered in outside affairs since the day it was established, let alone this time it is Your Majesty's personal expedition. I still think we should be more cautious and send a Royal Guard to accompany us."
"Your Majesty naturally has Your Majesty's considerations." The fish-man spoke muffledly, probably due to the mask on his mouth.
"Our role is to help complete his idea, and besides..."
"Besides, the flames of war are about to spread to Attilan."
An elegant female voice interrupted the conversation between the two. The two turned their heads and saw a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and long red hair.
The woman's status was very high. As soon as she made her entrance, the two bowed to her.
"Queen." ×2
"Your concerns represent your loyalty, Gorgon, which is very good." The woman nodded, but then changed the subject. "However, you should be more aware of the King's power. There are very few people on this planet who can pose a threat to the King."
Gorgon did not speak, but lowered his head, representing his mistake.
The woman looked at the fish-man beside her again and said, "Triton obviously saw deeper things and saw what Your Majesty was worried about."
"What is in danger now is the entire Earth. This group of otherworlders suddenly appeared on Earth, treating this place as a battlefield, burning, killing, and looting. It is true that Attilan can choose to stand by and move to another planet at this time, but by then Attilan will truly be fighting alone."
"You mean, let us cooperate with humans?" Gorgon asked, but was met with the woman's shaking head.
"It's good to enjoy the cool under a great tree." The woman said softly. "When there is a huge goal like humanity, how many people will notice the Inhumans? But when humanity is extinct, the Inhumans will change from a star to the moon, and no matter how much we hide, we will be exposed one day."
"I see." Gorgon suddenly understood. "I understand, Queen."
The Queen nodded, very satisfied with Gorgon's reaction. At this moment, a male voice sounded in her brain.
'I should set off, Medusa.'
Medusa turned her head and saw a strong male in a black bodysuit. The man's tight suit was evenly distributed with white lightning-shaped stripes, and a tuning fork was embedded in the position of his crown.
"My King." Medusa walked to the man's side in two or three steps, and they embraced each other deeply, but separated quickly.
They both knew that now was not the time for romance, especially since the man called King had more important things to do.
"Be careful in everything, My King." Medusa lightly kissed the man's lips.
'You too.' The man nodded. 'Don't worry, especially since Lockjaw is here.'
Medusa then noticed the big dog behind the man. It was a giant canine creature almost as tall as a human, resembling an ordinary bulldog in appearance, with a tuning fork exactly like the man's embedded on its head.
"I'm counting on you, Lockjaw." Medusa was very respectful to the big dog in front of her, and gave all the courtesies that should be given.
"Woof!" Lockjaw nodded, obviously understanding what the woman was saying, it seemed its intelligence quotient was not low.
"My King, Queen." A man with a head several inches larger than an ordinary person opened the door and walked in. "We have arrived at the designated location and can start action."
"Thank you for your hard work, Karnak." Medusa said after exchanging glances with the man. "Please continue to stand by in the sky until the King's triumphant return."
"It is my honor." Karnak saluted. When he raised his head, four people and a dog were already standing together. The next second, everyone in the room except him disappeared.
…
Malekith felt that he had been very lucky recently. Since he agreed to Hela's request a thousand years ago and boarded this big ship, his days had been getting better.
Especially recently, he not only incorporated the nation of the Light Elves, Alfheim, into his territory, but also found many interesting things in the collection of books of the Light Elves.
For example, Loki is actually Laufey's child. Of course, this is just an appetizer. In that sea-like collection of books, he inadvertently discovered several aspects of disharmony.
Leaving aside other things for now, first of all, there are many different records about Asgard. These records contradict each other, but Malekith did not find anything unusual when he first read them.
It was the Light Elf Queen who was controlled by his spirit who told him this. At first, Malekith thought that he had used too much strength, causing the Elf Queen's brain to burn out, but later he did find something wrong.
He used a little magic and borrowed the Elf Queen's perspective to read the books again, and finally discovered the unusualness that ordinary people would never notice.
Suddenly realizing, he once again ordered people to bring mythology stories about the other realms from Midgard, and finally knew what the abnormal thing was.
Those Norse mythology stories that were originally regarded as jokes were actually also recorded in the collection of books of the Light Elves, and the details were not much different.
Why is this? Why did the Light Elves record these things that are no different from unofficial history, and also use magic to cover them up, as if they didn't want ordinary people to discover them?
After thinking for a long time, a bold idea appeared in Malekith's brain.
What if all of this is not unofficial history, but things that actually happened? What if there really were other Asgard, other Alfheim, and other Jotunheim a long time ago?
It's just that they were all destruction not long ago?
(End of chapter)
Chapter 807: A Conspiracy Concerning the Nine Realms
The moment this thought appeared in his mind, Malekith thought he had gone mad.
But perhaps it wasn't him who was mad, but the entire world?
It seemed that all of the Nine Realms, except for Midgard, were trapped in some kind of cycle.
At a specific time, they would all be destroyed, only to inexplicably reappear later.
It was all like a performance.
When the story reached its end, all the actors would leave the stage, only to return when the audience wished to see the show again, except none of them retained their previous memories.
So, the question was: who was the audience for this grand play?
Malekith considered himself quite intelligent, yet he couldn't figure out the answer.
He tried asking the World Tree for the answer, only to find he couldn't afford the price of obtaining it.
This implied that Malekith himself was insignificant compared to the true answer.
This ambiguous and terrifying realization thrilled Malekith.
Indeed, compared to normal people, Malekith was slightly abnormal, but compared to the current Light Elf Empress, he seemed quite sane.
Perhaps 'madman' and 'sane person' weren't antonyms after all.
Malekith yearned for the answer, but he also knew he was merely an ant before the truth.
An ant crushing an elephant was just a fantasy of the weak, but perhaps an ant could dodge being crushed by an elephant?
Malekith disliked this feeling of his fate being out of his control, so he wanted to find a way to evade this crisis.
Perhaps if he survived this time, he might find a way to learn the final truth?
Even while leading his army on the campaign, Malekith constantly pondered this problem.
He tried thinking from a different angle: why keep the Nine Realms trapped in a cycle?
Endless death, endless rebirth, what meaning could there be in this?
If it was just for entertainment, what was the point of repeating a play with only minor changes so many times?
Based on the contradictions Malekith alone had discovered, he could deduce at least four reboots.
Wouldn't watching it so many times become tiresome?
Malekith tried to put himself in the perspective of the hidden mastermind.
Repeating something infinitely clearly benefited the mastermind; at least Malekith wouldn't repeat something unprofitable multiple times.
Trying to think using the mindset of a creature he didn't understand at all was truly a difficult task.
Malekith's head spun from thinking.
He finally decided to switch books to clear his mind, turning to read a Light Elf magic tome.
An article criticizing dark magic caught his attention.
The Light Elves deeply abhorred dark magic; using it in Alfheim was a grave crime.
However, to deal with enemies who used dark magic, the Light Elves had also recorded considerable information related to it.
But it was almost entirely introductory knowledge and methods for countering dark magic, with absolutely no mention of how to cultivate it.
Yet, in Malekith's eyes, this was a poor attempt at concealment.
Because anyone with a certain degree of talent could reverse-engineer how to cultivate dark magic based on this information.
It was fundamentally something that deterred gentlemen but not villains.
However, to warn the world, the article did mention the side effects and evils of dark magic, such as a passage criticizing living sacrifice.
Sacrifice was a magic that perfectly embodied equivalent exchange: you gained corresponding things based on the price you paid.
If capable, you could even sacrifice the people of an entire nation to obtain immense power.
Malekith's former teacher once had the idea of sacrificing him, but before it could be realized, Malekith, having grown strong, stabbed him.
Malekith regretted it immediately after stabbing him.
How could he not have thought of the sacrifice tactic himself?
Failing to completely exploit the old man was truly a miscalculation.
Recalling the warm moments of his childhood, Malekith couldn't help but wear a satisfied smile.
He instinctively started to turn the page, but his gaze lingered on the last sentence.
Sacrifice a nation, gain great power.
Of course, this wasn't the entirety of the sentence; Malekith had taken it out of context, focusing only on the main point and completely ignoring the subsequent side effects and warnings, because this sentence indeed gave him a line of thought.
What if the entire Nine Realms was one colossal sacrifice?
The more Malekith thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
The hidden masterminds might be a group of immensely powerful beings who discovered the fertile land of the Nine Realms and then sacrificed it to gain formidable power for themselves.
Having tasted the benefits, the hidden masterminds obviously wouldn't let it go.
So they used their power to rebirth the Nine Realms, set them up, let them develop freely to the state they desired, and then harvested the fruits.
The World Tree was their fruit tree, the Nine Realms were the fruits, and they were the nutrients within the fruits.
As for why they always grew into similar forms, well, you should know that an apple tree normally doesn't grow bananas.
Once Malekith deduced this idea, he became convinced it was the correct answer.
Having obtained the correct answer, he felt invigorated, even happier than the day he first learned magic.
But this excitement lasted only a short time before disappearing.
Malekith had only found the answer; he hadn't found a way to avoid his fate of being sacrificed.
However, Malekith felt there must be a way, because he could find flaws in the Light Elf archives, proving that these hidden masterminds were not as invincible as imagined.
There had to be another way, he just hadn't thought of it yet.
Malekith believed the day he figured it out wasn't far off.
Before that, he needed to accumulate power.
Starting by plundering the power of the Great Serpent seemed like a good beginning.
Harboring such thoughts, Malekith commanded the Dark Elves to wreak havoc not far from the Great Serpent.
He needed to wait for the right opportunity, to profit when both sides were mutually wounded.
Therefore, although Malekith appeared to be commanding his soldiers, his attention was actually focused on the Great Serpent's side.
After all, there were no opponents among the humans worthy of his concern.
"Hm?"
Malekith frowned.
A discordant sound came from the army ahead.
It seemed someone had broken into his ranks.
What a bunch of Midgardian insects courting death.
Malekith used magic to enhance his vision.
The first thing that met his eyes was a creature resembling a minotaur; although it lacked a bull's head, it possessed a powerful lower body capable of shattering the earth with a single stomp.
There was also a fish-like creature, agile and highly skilled in martial arts.
Another was a female using hair as red as flames to attack, her true capabilities unclear for now.
Finally, there was an unremarkable-looking large fellow in a tight suit, walking towards him with utter disdain.
"Hmph! Courting death!"
Malekith sneered and leaped down from his mount.
End of Chapter
Chapter 808 Black Bolt: This Time I Speak
Malekith admitted that even in Midgard, powerful beings occasionally emerged. However, as a noble magician, he looked down on those crude superpowers.
Moreover, no matter how strong they were, how strong could they be? Malekith was constantly opposing Asgard, and even those exaggerated Asgardian gods could not shock him. What could these weak Midgardians do?
Moving mountains and filling seas? Spatial teleportation? Element control? Magic could achieve all of these. Only those who controlled magic were true powerful beings, and Malekith firmly believed this.
Therefore, even on the battlefield, he remained so elegant. The Dark Elves who were on standby also made way for their king.
Unlike Earth, the emperors of the other Nine Realms were usually the most capable fighters in their nation. Malekith even relied on his strength to pull the previous Dark Elf King from his horse and quell the rebellion.
Don't be fooled by his refined appearance. On the battlefield, Malekith was an opponent that even Thor had to take seriously. Versatile in both literary and military arts, he was the perfect description.
"I don't remember notifying anyone to bring a jester into the army."
Malekith stopped after reaching a sufficient distance, first delivering a practiced mockery. With the blessing of magic, even in the noisy battlefield, Medusa and the others could hear him clearly.
"Jesters, you should retreat quickly. On the battlefield, I don't have time to appreciate your performance."
Malekith waved his hand, his contemptuous attitude obvious, as if he didn't take Medusa and the others seriously at all.
"How dare you speak to the great Black Bolt with such an attitude!"
Gorgon was furious, his cow hoof stomping heavily on the ground, and a fissure spread along the ground towards Malekith.
Malekith waved his hand casually, and the restless ground calmed down again with a surge, just as he said, magicians could easily control elements.
"Such a crude attack method." Malekith dusted off the dust on his body, still looking calm and composed.
"If possible, I still hope to fight someone elegant enough. After all, I will soon behead a crude Asgardian, and the same battle will bore me."
Gorgon was not too angry when he heard Malekith say this. His rage towards the latter all came from the other party's insult to Black Bolt.
A subject would die for the humiliation of his king, which was not just empty words for a loyal subject.
So he raised his leg again, about to give this guy who insulted his king a fierce blow, but was stopped by a strand of red long hair.
"Queen?" Gorgon cast a questioning gaze.
"Step back, Gorgon." Medusa's eyes also contained rage, wishing to tear Malekith into pieces, but the order from the king made her suppress her anger.
"The King wants to 'chat' with the other party in person."
Gorgon said nothing more and respectfully retreated to the side. Malekith then turned his gaze to Black Bolt, who had been silent from beginning to end.
"Chat?" Malekith picked his ear. "I'm sorry, I haven't heard you speak from just now until now. Is it because your voice is too small, or do you have some strange ability?"
"In order to reduce slaughter, the kind Black Bolt rarely spoke when he was young. After adulthood, he even swore an oath never to speak unless necessary."
Medusa stood beside Black Bolt, explaining to the ignorant Malekith with a proud expression.
"This kind of oath? What's the use?" Malekith was puzzled. "Could it be that I will die as soon as he speaks?"
Malekith had read about magic that killed people with language in a book. It sounded very convenient, but the price to pay was not something an ordinary person could bear.
Malekith slightly weighed the pros and cons and gave up the idea of learning this kind of magic. He might as well enhance the Fireball spell, a low-level magic, in that time.
This magic would only work when you possessed overwhelmingly powerful strength. After all, magic emphasized equivalent exchange. All seemingly unreasonable parts in magic were compensated by charm or other sacrifice.
Simply put, this magic could only be used on creatures without the strength to truss a chicken. It was useless against powerful enemies, even more useless than a chicken rib.
Malekith didn't believe that anyone would practice this kind of magic from childhood to adulthood, after all, he couldn't feel any charm from Black Bolt.
In other words, the other party was using some kind of superpower, and this superpower was triggered by sound. Then Malekith felt there was nothing to fear.
Secretly putting on several layers of defensive magic on his body, Malekith remained calm on the face, showing a look of indifference.
"You know nothing about Black Bolt's power." Medusa raised her head proudly, her appearance inexplicably similar to a certain rubber guy who publicized his teammate.
"The merciful Black Bolt is willing to give you an opportunity." Medusa continued to relay Black Bolt's words.
"As long as you take your army and roll back to your own nation, and swear never to come to Earth again, then Black Bolt can spare your life."
Malekith's expression deformed for a moment. The thing he hated most in his life was being looked down upon by others. This all stemmed from his miserable life when he was a child, those days worse than a pig and a dog.
"I'm really being underestimated." Malekith's tone was still elegant, but his expression looked strange no matter how you looked at it, and it always gave people a feeling of impending collapse.
"I've decided to use all of you as experiment items of magic, to make you spend your remaining life in pain and fear!"
Malekith flipped his wrist, and a black sword appeared in his right hand. At the same time, his left hand also condensed powerful black magic and was about to throw it out when…
Black Bolt spoke.
"Go away!"
Just one word. Starting from Black Bolt's mouth, a powerful sound wave burst out instantly. Malekith didn't even have time to figure out what happened before he was swept into it.
Not only Malekith was affected, but also the Dark Elf army standing behind him. The sound wave swept through half of the army in an instant. For a time, flying sand and stones obscured the sky and the sun, and it was impossible to see what happened in the smoke and dust all over the sky.
Black Bolt suddenly looked to his left. An unharmonious black dot appeared in his upper left. In the blink of an eye, the black dot expanded several times. A very embarrassed Malekith drilled out from it.
At this time, the Dark Elf King was no longer as elegant as before, with disheveled long hair, and let alone armor on his body, no good flesh could be found on his blood-stained body.
But the most frightening thing was Malekith's face, that crazy and resentful look was like a demon from hell.
(End of chapter)
Chapter 809 One sentence, turned to ashes
Close, so close.
Malekith had never been so close to Death before. Black Bolt's one word almost made his life flash before his eyes.
Without looking back, Malekith knew that the Soldiers behind him must have all died. He knew he had several layers of Defensive Magic on him, and the Armor he wore was not ordinary. Even he was almost killed, let alone those ordinary Soldiers.
But Malekith couldn't care about so much at this moment. He had suffered such heavy injuries, so he had to bite off a piece of flesh from the other side.
In Malekith's dictionary, there were no words for "taking a loss."
The surface of the already pitch-black Sword was covered with a layer of Black Magic. The constantly pulsating purplish-black Energy was daunting. Malekith guaranteed that if this Sword struck, even an Asgardian would lose their Life.
Of course, the premise was that it had to hit.
The Cursed Sword stopped in the Air one meter away from Black Bolt. No matter how Malekith channeled Power, the Sword Blade could not move forward.
Malekith widened his Eyes. His Sword Blade had stabbed into an invisible Barrier. Only when the Black Magic attached to the Sword Blade was conducted outwards could Malekith see an eggshell-shaped Barrier.
Regardless of what this Barrier was made of, Malekith had no way to break through it now. A Sneak Attack was about striking once and fleeing a thousand miles if unsuccessful. Now was the time to retreat.
What "never take a loss"? What "dictionary"? None of that was as important as his own Life.
Malekith immediately let go, not even wanting the Sword in his hand anymore. He decisively wanted to drill into the Portal.
However, Black Bolt would not give him this Opportunity. He lightning-fast extended his Right Hand and actually pulled Malekith out before the Portal closed.
Turning around and swinging his Hand, he threw Malekith towards the direction of the Dark Elf remnants. Black Bolt stood firm and opened his Mouth again.
"Goodbye."
"Buzz!"
The Sound Wave, with a larger range than before, instantly plowed through the Ground. Even the distant Mountain was blasted into Powder. Now, not to mention Corpses, even Limbs could not be found.
"Karnak, are there any Life Signs left?" Triton said, pressing the Communicator. A Reply quickly came from the other end.
"Apart from you, no living things can be detected within the Detection Range of the Aircraft. Under the King's Attack, they can't even leave behind Corpses."
"This is only natural." Medusa looked unsurprised. This stemmed from her understanding of Black Bolt's Strength, the confidence her lover gave her.
Black Bolt turned to look at Medusa, conveying all his Words to his other half through Telepathy. The latter dutifully relayed them to the others.
"It's all over. Under the King's leadership, we can return in triumph. I believe that after eliminating an Army, Humans can solve this Crisis themselves."
Black Bolt originally wanted to help Humans in a low-profile manner. Continuing to hide Attilan in the Shadow could save a lot of Trouble. That's why he chose the Dark Elf Army, which had the least conflict with Humans.
If the Angels, or any other Army, had the least contact with Humans, then Black Bolt would have chosen them as opponents. This could only be blamed on Malekith himself.
If he hadn't been greedy for greater Benefit, he wouldn't have shrunk back and waited for things to continue ferment. While plotting for greater Benefit, a greater Price was also waiting for him.
Obviously, he failed to bear the Price.
Under Black Bolt's Order, the Inhumans boarded the Aircraft and left the Battlefield. They had cleared one-third of the obstacles for Humans. The rest could only depend on Humans themselves.
After all, it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish. Black Bolt was the King of the Inhumans, not the King of Humans. There was no need for him to stand up and defend Humans. Being able to do this much was already the limit of benevolence and righteousness.
A Race that can only rely on others for Protection might as well be truly destroyed once and for all.
But Humans have been able to inherit for thousands of years, naturally having their own unique qualities. Whenever a Crisis descends, this seemingly ordinary Race will produce one or two peerless Heroes to lead people towards the Future.
For example, the Agents of the S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Soldiers of the Army. With the Efforts of Yang Le and the Superheroes within the Bureau, they successfully recovered their homeland, and all those Giants or Lava Monsters were beheaded.
Of course, after recovering their homeland, they did not stop. Based on the principle of "Earth Village," they were dispatched to other invaded areas under the arrangement of the higher-ups, such as the disaster-stricken America.
Laufey's Frost Giant Soldiers were completely annihilated, Sindr was captured alive, and his Subordinates were also being cleared out bit by bit. Hela was driven away by Yang Le, leaving only the Undead Army still raging on Earth.
Malekith and the Dark Elf Army were all turned into Powder by Black Bolt's roar. Now, the only Army left on Earth was the Angel Army led by the Angel Queen.
The Angels haven't been idle for the past few thousand years. Besides constantly manufacturing Weapon Technology and honing their Martial Arts, they've only had childbearing left. After all, being trapped outside the Nine Realms and unable to join others, they could only entertain themselves.
For thousands of years, there has been no Flames of War. Angels are also members of a long-lived Race, which has led to an unexpectedly large number of Angels. It's also thanks to Heaven being vast and rich in resources, otherwise, it would have long been overpopulated.
Just counting heads, the Angel Army is only slightly smaller than the Undead Army. Races with fewer people like the Frost Giants are simply incomparable to them. Twenty Angels could fight one Frost Giant and still have some left over.
Before the War, no one had expected that the Angels, who were called warmongers thousands of years ago, would actually be the ones contributing the most on the Battlefield, almost as if they had mobilized their entire force.
Coupled with their constantly rising Weapon Technology over thousands of years, they have been defeating Humans in successive battles. Even the Superhumans joining the Battle has not improved the Situation much.
And the Asgardian Allied Forces, on whom the S.H.I.E.L.D. placed their Hope, have not arrived for some unknown reason. If this continues, they may really have to ignore friendly forces and launch Nuclear Bombs.
At this critical moment of Earth's Life and Death, Yang Le took the initiative to approach Franklin and Valeria, telling them his bold Idea.
"You want to mass-produce Green Lantern Rings?" Franklin widened his Eyes.
"Humans can only save themselves." Yang Le nodded. "I just went to see. The Asgardian Allied Forces are blocked by the Great Serpent on their way to Earth."
"The Great Serpent's calculation is good. He doesn't want Humans to see the Savior. As long as he blocks the Asgardians on the road, then the hopeless Earth Humans can provide him with a continuous stream of Energy. At that time, he will have the Means to fight Odin to the Death."
Valeria immediately understood and said, "So as long as we bring Hope to Humans, then the Great Serpent's Energy will be cut off. Then Odin can deal with the Great Serpent."
(End of Chapter)
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