Bang!
In the endless darkness, a huge, unimaginable black battleship stood among the rubble of the stars. Malekith, the leader of the dark elves, returned to the battleship with shame. He angrily swept everything on the table in front of him to the ground.
As a king of ancient times, except for the battle where he was defeated by Borl and fled, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Was there anything more humiliating than being rudely driven out of their homeland by an unknown Demon Lord?
"Go! Wake up all the soldiers! We want … "
Anger drove Malekith to fight Saber to the death, but at this moment, he suddenly took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his violent emotions. No ruler should make a decision under the stimulation of emotions. Any decision must be free of the influence of emotions. This was a necessary quality for a ruler.
"He said … Saul, the father of the Asgardian, is seriously injured and dying …"
Malekith savored Saber's last sentence. Saul was Borl's grandson, and the demon called him Prince. In other words, the current King of Asgard was his father. If the King of Asgard was really dying …
A glimmer of light flashed in the dark elf's eyes.
He did not have enough troops in his hands, but between 5,000 years of hatred and a humiliation, there was almost no need to consider at all.
"Send out the battleship! Investigate the situation of Asgard! "
Malekith gave another order. He turned and looked at his most loyal guards. He emphasized, "If Asgard is really weak, then we … will soon be able to take revenge! I have waited for 5,000 years! I don't want to wait any longer! "
His eyes fell on the body of the dark elf general in front of him, whose limbs had been broken by Saber, and his eyes narrowed.
"Prepare for the transformation ceremony of the cursed warriors … Argorym, my last general, go and find the aether. When I get the aether again, you will be the most brutal … beginning of the Dark Age!"
On the other side, in the Mexican military camp, Saul, who was covered in bandages, was awakened by a cool feeling. His consciousness was still stuck in the battle just now. The moment he opened his eyes, he subconsciously prepared to counterattack, but he was stopped by Saber.
"Relax, buddy. That Dark Elf is gone. He won't hurt you."
"It was you, Saber … You saved me?"
Saul scanned his surroundings and let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Seber sincerely and said in a low voice, "I owe you my life, buddy."
"Hey, hey, don't be like that!"
Saber laughed and patted Saul's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. That elf was no match for you even when you were at your peak. He was just bullying you because you were weak. To be honest, I have many ways to strengthen your body quickly. Are you sure you don't want to try?"
The leader of The Devil Gang said playfully:
"You see, Midgard is not peaceful. As you can see, there are many powerful forces on this planet. This place is even more dangerous than your Asgard. In this case, you need power!"
"Is it the kind that Dr. Erik accepted?"
Saul struggled to get up from the bed. Although he had lost his divine power, the strong physique of the Asgardians allowed him to quickly wake up from his serious injuries. The wound had already healed, leaving only an ugly scar. This kind of self-healing speed was already comparable to those people whose bodies had been strengthened by demons.
He reached for the wine bottle on the table, took a sip, and shook his head at Saber.
"Communicating with demons is forbidden in Asgard. I can't imagine that you would share this uncontrollable power with your brothers, but now it seems that they do deserve this power."
"They just need power. You see, this world is so dangerous …"
Saber picked up a glass of wine and stopped talking about the previous topic. He took a sip of the cold liquid, glanced at Saul's face, and whispered:
"It seems that you know the ins and outs of those elves. Who are they?"
"When I was a child, my mother always told me stories, just like the people on Earth."
Saul finished the bottle of wine, wiped his mouth, and whispered:
"Among all the stories my mother told me, there is one that I still remember. In the legend of Asgard, this world is very big, and in the corner of the universe, there is a group of special elves. They are different from the light elves, tree elves, and wild elves of Alfheim. They call themselves the Dark Elves, and their only purpose is to steal all the light in the world."
"Steal the light?"
Saber pursed his lips and asked curiously, "So they worship the dark?"
"Oh, I didn't have as fast a reaction as you when I was a child."
Saul nodded, and his expression became serious. "The Dark Elves are born in the dark, and the light is their mortal enemy. Before Asgard was founded, they built a dark empire in the galaxy. Everywhere they went, everything was covered in darkness, and darkness breeds evil and haze. In short, they brought endless war and torture until they were defeated and exiled by the Asgardians, and the light they stole returned to the whole world."
"I thought that was just a bedtime story, really."
Saul's expression was a little sad. "Now they have really appeared … I just don't know why my father sealed the records of my grandfather's battle with the Dark Elves. Did they really think that the Dark Elves had been completely wiped out?"
"Don't worry, Saul!"
Saber saw at a glance what Saul was worried about. He reached out and patted Saul on the shoulder, whispering: "There are only two or three Dark Elves left. They can't defeat your powerful Asgard, even if you're not here."
"Yes …"
Saul nodded silently. Saber breathed a sigh of relief, threw him a bottle of wine, and whispered:
"Have a good rest. You still have work to do tomorrow. Before the Sorcerer Supreme returns to Earth, you have to protect your little lover."
Saber walked out of the room, looked left and right, and coughed lightly. Not far behind him, the sneaky Doctor Strange followed him into Saber's temporary office.
"You heard it, right? About the history of the war between the Dark Elves and Asgard … What do you think? "
Saber and Strange shared the cigar. The latter puffed out a mouthful of smoke, narrowed his eyes, and whispered:
"Nothing, but I can roughly understand the relationship between the Gem of Reality and the Dark Elves. The Asgardian fairy tale that Saul told me is not complete. The real version should be that the Dark Elves used the power of the Gem of Reality, sacrificing the light of the universe to the Gem of Reality, and then the Gem of Reality brought them darkness … Tsk tsk, a very clever and opportunistic way of using it. It was a completely equal exchange, but it had the greatest benefits for them."
"I don't care about that!"
Saber waved his hand, interrupting Strange's narration. He lowered his voice.
"I told the Dark Elf the news of Odin's near-death. If he had even a little bit of brain left, he would know what to do now."
"You!"
Strange's eyes widened. He looked at Saber, who was recklessly playing with the King of Gods of the Nine Realms. He took a deep breath, pointed at Saber, and said:
"Well done! What a good move … But the question is, what's next? Whether it's the Dark Elves or Asgard, after either side wins, they will target Earth. The news of the Gem of Reality's appearance can't be hidden for long. What should we do next? "
"How would I know! You bastard! "
Saber rolled his eyes unhappily: "Now we can't do anything. Ancient One's Dimensional Barrier blocked the gods and blocked us. Can I take SHIELD and Heavenly Sword Bureau into Asgard and wipe out the Dark Elves and Odin? Hurry up and find a way to get Ancient One back … Without a big boss like her, I don't feel safe doing anything now! "
"It takes time to cross the world, and we can't do anything about it."
Strange's face, which was still beaming with joy just now, also dimmed in an instant. Only after the real protector who had been hanging over their heads disappeared did they realize how weak they were. In the face of those big bosses who were eyeing them covetously, even Fury and Zheng Xian could no longer talk and laugh.
SHIELD's Mothership and Heavenly Sword Bureau's Ring Fortress were on standby at all times. As long as something happened, they would be able to appear over Mexico as soon as possible. But the problem is that they have never fought with mysterious creatures on a large scale. Who knows if the bullets from Earth can compete with the opponent's magic.
It was simply an awkward situation where both parties were afraid of each other.
"Boom!"
Just as the two of them were talking, the military camp next to them suddenly collapsed. It wasn't the kind of collapse that was caused by an earthquake. It was more like a bloody mouth that had bitten off a third of the military camp and was still nibbling away at it.
"Damn it! The Gem of Reality is out of control! I knew it! "
Strange's figure disappeared in an instant. Saber looked at the barracks that collapsed silently, and a haze flashed on his face, but more than that, there was a kind of helplessness.
He, who had always been successful, was at a loss in the face of this kind of power that exceeded his limit.
And just as everyone on Earth was busy covering up a series of troubles caused by the Gem of Reality, on the edge of the Nine Realms, on a completely dark planet with 80% of its outer surface covered by glaciers, Loki, the current Regent of Asgard, appeared in the dilapidated and desolate palace of the Frost Giants in a special way.
They were giants, but in fact, they were not as big as imagined. The body of the Frost Giants was only one-third taller than the Asgardians, but this race was very powerful. These ice-blue-skinned giants were like nomads in the interstellar era, and they were commanded by a nominal leader. They were born with a very high affinity for frost magic, and they grew up in a bitter cold place all year round, which made them far more powerful than the Asgardians.
But their technological level was very average, so they were beaten by the Asgardians in every war. By the way, Jotunheim, where they lived, was actually one of the dark kingdoms of the Dark Elves. There was no light here at all … only cold and dead darkness.
"Oh, oh, look, this cold kingdom has visitors …"
The King of the Frost Giants, Laufey, who had fought with Odin all his life, sat on his frost throne. He looked arrogantly at Loki below the stage, and he let out a harsh laugh in a low voice.
"Son of Odin, how dare you come to my kingdom alone? Do you know? I only need to move my fingers, and you will be torn to pieces by my warriors! "
As he spoke, a dozen Frost Giants in simple armor walked out of the wind and snow, looking at Loki with malicious eyes, but the latter did not panic at all. He whispered, "Laufey, Laufey, you will always lose to Odin.
"Laufey, you will always be a loser in front of Odin. You have never won once. Do you want to win once? Do you want to take back the Frost Chest that was taken away by Odin? "
"Yes, of course I do!"
The gloomy Laufey was not angry at Loki's mockery. He stretched out his finger, and a sharp and terrifying ball of frost appeared in his hand. He pointed it at Loki.
"But you can't help me get it, so you still have 10 seconds to speak, and then I will hang your body on my throne, and I will watch Odin grieve …"
"Odin is dying!"
With just one sentence, he made all the Frost Giants who were ready to make a move stop. He playfully stroked a blue ring in his hand and whispered, "That's right, I'm going to make a move."
"Do me a favor, and I will open the portal to the Golden Palace for you … You help me, I help you! You will win a glorious victory, and I will be crowned king … The Midgardians call this a win-win situation, don't they? "
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