Malekith, who had returned to his hometown, was filled with unwillingness and despair at the moment.
"Why? Why won't you give me even one last chance! " He roared like this, and the aether particles around him rolled wildly, lifting up a large amount of black sand and making the area within a few hundred meters dark.
If he hadn't been in a hurry to rush out of Asgard, he wouldn't have been so easily targeted.
If he hadn't been targeted, he wouldn't have coincidentally crashed into that temporary wormhole.
At that time, he at least had a chance to withstand the firepower of the Earthlings and make a last stand.
It was nothing more than a bet on whether he would destroy the Nine Worlds first or if the Earthlings would interfere with part of the battle.
Even if the aether particles only penetrated Asgard, they could still severely damage it and destroy most of the damn Earth. That way, at least they wouldn't lose everything.
Although he was still safe and sound and had the aether particles in his hands, he didn't have any subordinates.
In the next five thousand years, how would he, a lone commander, destroy the universe?
Aether particles weren't invincible. Otherwise, how could the dark elves lose to Bor first and then to Bor's grandson, Thor?
Without enough power to protect him, he would be besieged by the Asgardian army with aether particles.
Asgard didn't have much, but it had a lot of artifacts and quasi-artifacts.
Just the combination of Odin's Lance of Eternity and Thor's Mjolnir was enough to suppress Malekith.
It was just that Odin didn't make a move when Asgard was attacked this time. This guy probably didn't have much time left.
After all, after five thousand years, the father and son, Bor and Odin, had only lived for a little over six thousand years. It was indeed time for them to die.
Malekith was only one step away from getting his revenge, and his wish was fulfilled. Such a beautiful ending was only one step away from Malekith, but it finally left him.
For a moment, the dark elf leader stood in place, looking up at the black sand in the sky, and all kinds of negative emotions surged.
Suddenly, an explosion came from afar.
Malekith turned his head and saw a broken Saber mech that had lost its power. It was spinning in the air and falling down.
There was also a figure in white armor on it, relentlessly attacking and destroying it.
Malekith's eyes suddenly turned red. It was this guy who ambushed him and rescued Thor. It turned out that he was also trapped in Wattheim!
Boom!
The fighter plane crashed into a slope not far away, stirring up a large amount of black sand.
However, the white silhouette had already jumped away from the fighter, unfolded the silver wings on his back, and slowly descended.
"Go to hell!" An angry roar came from behind.
The black and red tornado heavily struck the white figure's back, instantly shattering it into pieces.
Immediately, Malekith's figure appeared on the hillside. Looking at the scattered parts, his expression was extremely ugly. "Bastard, it's actually a simulated robot."
It was not difficult to speculate why the white robot, which had ambushed him before, could not withstand this attack.
The sneak attack from before was very likely the robot's strongest attack, and the many broken parts of its armor also proved this point.
It was also because of this that it rushed up to save Thor so desperately, because robots were not afraid of death.
Hualala!
Amidst the sound of sand and gravel rolling, the hatch of the fighter opened, and a dark elf soldier stumbled out.
With its back facing Malekith, it crawled for a few meters before finally falling to the ground, motionless.
Malekith's expression was indifferent, but there was a flash of sadness in his eyes. This … might be the last time I see my clansmen.
From now on, I will be the only one left of the dark elves! A huge sense of loss surged from the bottom of his heart, making it difficult for him to control himself.
Inexplicably, he walked towards the corpse of his clansmen that had fallen to the ground.
Perhaps seeing the last of his clansmen and burying them was the last thing he, the great leader of the dark elves, would do for his clansmen.
With a heavy and chaotic mood, he walked to the side of the dark elf soldier and recited a eulogy in the dark elven language. "Those who are born in the darkness, those who die in the darkness, we will live forever …"
The black and red aether particles slowly rotated around him and expanded, wrapping the soldier's corpse in it.
Whoosh!
The soldier's "corpse" on the ground suddenly bounced up, and with a wave of its arm, a faint white glow flashed across Malekith's throat.
The great leader's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened. His broken trachea could only emit the sound of exhalation.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The white light didn't show any signs of stopping, and like a dense net, it enveloped his entire figure.
Finally, the soldier's "corpse" that had bounced up punched with its empty left hand.
Ripples appeared in the air, and it hit Malekith's chest.
Bang! Boom!
Under the violent shockwave, Malekith's body, which had been cut into hundreds of pieces, exploded and scattered.
System: Kill the dark elf leader, Malekith. Mission completed.
A few breaths later, black and red misty aether particles floated out from the scattered pieces of Malekith, and once again gathered in the air into a writhing mass of black and red liquid.
With a thought, Luke took out the highest-level storage box from his inventory and stored the condensed aether particles inside.
He let out a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face. He finally got the biggest head.
It hadn't been in vain. He had used the prototype to act as the white wolf, and then used the level-2 clone to imitate the dark elf soldier for a sneak attack.
After careful observation, Malekith would probably realize that the clone and the dark elves were only roughly similar.
After all, Luke's super axe book was targeted at humans, but the absent-minded great leader clearly wasn't so cautious.
As for the Saber, just like the soldier's uniform, it had just been put into Luke's inventory during the battle in Greenwich.
Luke didn't have the authority to pilot the fighter, so when the fighter appeared, it was in a state of uncontrollable loss of power, and was only pushed over by the armor to crash.
With his superb acting skills and psychological suggestion, Luke lured Malekith into approaching him without his guard up.
The last few dozen slashes also used up 300,000 faith points in the system before he was finally able to chop up the great leader of the dark elves in one fell swoop.
"With this, we should be able to get on Asgard's Rainbow Bridge plane," he mumbled as he put the storage box on the ground and sat down. He muttered as he put the storage box on the ground and sat down. "Thor shouldn't just be thinking about hooking up with Dr. Jane, right?"
…
In fact, the combination of Malekith's death and the aether particles was still very important.
An hour after Thor heard the news from his original body, he descended from the sky with Sif and the bearded Volstagg in the beam of light from the Rainbow Bridge.
The white wolf wasn't familiar with most people, including Thor.
Thus, the two of them didn't waste any time and simply confirmed Malekith's death before returning to Asgard with the storage box containing the aether particles.
Sif and Volstagg, however, stayed behind to inspect the scene and clean up and destroy Malekith's body to ensure that this old monster wouldn't come back to life one day.
To be more precise, they wanted to ensure that even if Malekith came back to life, the process wouldn't be too easy.
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