Malekith's jealousy towards Bor and his resentment for Asgard reached their peak since his revival the moment he saw the Death Divinity appear on Hela.
He refused to accept that his Svartalfheim should be the prosperous one, and his Dark Elf race should be the one ruling the Nine Realms...
Bor was merely a despicable opportunist, Malekith had always thought so.
"Woz, can you track his location?"
Just as Malekith, in a grandfatherly manner, was having a heated discussion with Hela about Bor, the former King of Asgard, Beckett, who had been ignored, turned his wristband and lightly asked as he tapped on the light screen in front of him.
This Dark Elf before him was the reason he had participated in the war of the Nine Realms across several galaxies: to capture this Dark Elf and obtain the Reality Stone his adoptive father, Thanos, desired.
Invisible radio waves rippled outwards from Beckett, and Woz, who was trying his best to track Malekith's precise location, could only give up after three seconds of strenuous effort.
"No, His Highness Beckett."
"Woz can only determine the general direction of Malekith's energy source, but cannot perform precise positioning."
Unless Your Highness Beckett can place the micro signal detector on Malekith, Woz cannot track his true form's location with the current information.
Beckett looked at the light screen flickering with countless pieces of data, his focus absolute. Suddenly, a sense of crisis arose in his heart, and his body instinctively dodged.
Bang!
Black tentacles erupted from beneath the ice crystal where Beckett had been standing. Malekith, who had been "catching up" with Hela, suddenly turned his gaze towards the remarkably fast-reacting Beckett.
"You, are you trying to track my location? Son of Thanos."
Malekith, floating in the black mist, did not hide the killing intent in his eyes.
This was an offense to him.
He was the King, the King of the Dark Elves!
Moreover, his main body was currently in the sealed land of the Aether, and if he were tracked, and Odin were to arrive with that armor he possessed, it was questionable whether Malekith could even survive leaving that ruin.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Malekith, without the Aether, was indeed no match for a fully armed Odin. This was why, after his revival, he had first drawn the Vanir and the Light Elves to oppose Odin.
"You're just an old fossil who just woke up, and you still know my father's name?" Beckett asked, looking up at Malekith as he severed the black tentacles with a circular blade formed from energy erupting from his palm.
"...Your body looks quite good. It's very suitable as nourishment for the Dreamflower."
"If your body is boiled into soup and poured onto the Dreamflower, perhaps it can accelerate its growth."
With one hand behind his back and the other holding the floating roots of the Dreamflower, Malekith, shrouded in black mist, smirked at Beckett with a disdainful curve of his lips.
Invisible waves of air surged upwards, and in the next second, Beckett's figure appeared before Malekith. The muscles in his arms bulged with veins, and he tightly gripped Malekith's forehead. A torrent of energy erupted in an instant, pouring into Malekith's body from Beckett!
"Die!"
Boom!
The stagnant rainy night seemed to be about to turn into a storm again, with lightning and thunder.
The pattering raindrops fell to the ground, wetting Hela's body and blurring her eyes.
"Naive."
Malekith, holding the Dreamflower as if it were a balloon in one hand and with the other behind his back, reappeared behind Beckett as if nothing had happened.
"I am the ruler of this dark world." The black mist enveloping Malekith's lower body grew denser.
"And who are you?"
"A monkey who tricked Laufey into a disadvantage?"
The drizzling rain gradually turned into a downpour, and the roaring lightning illuminated the pride and disdain in Malekith's bones. Tentacles of monstrous figures condensed from the black mist swept across Beckett's back, the powerful force causing him to stagger.
"There are indeed many strong individuals in this universe, but you, and you, are clearly not," Malekith said, pointing at Beckett, and then at Hela, who could barely lift herself to sit up.
"Ruler of the darkness?" Beckett shook his hand and stomped on a tentacle that was trying to take advantage of him.
"Woz."
"Please wait a moment, Your Highness Beckett. Woz is initiating the micro-tracker program."
"Program is initiating... Program initiated. Twelve locations detected with the same energy signature as Malekith's clone."
The information displayed on his right eye's light screen caused a flicker of excitement in Beckett's eyes.
"What?"
Malekith, sensing the signal tracking, instantly severed the tracker that had somehow entered his clone's body.
"My father said that the method of gathering intelligence in battle is never static," Beckett said, shaking his hand. Raindrops splashed, and the mockery and arrogance climbing to the corners of his eyes left Malekith expressionless.
Terrifying dark energy surged within Malekith, and monstrous figures with bared fangs and ferocious faces appeared amidst the pouring rain. Their bloodthirsty roars shook the heavens and the earth.
These were all monsters from Svartalfheim folklore. Before the Aether was fully unsealed, this was the limit of what he could summon.
There were 404 beasts, each tall enough to rival Beckett in his Great Ape form. Leading them was an eight-legged monster with a ferocious face and a pair of black iron pincers, standing a hundred meters tall!
"Kill these two. Eat them however you wish," Malekith said, leaving his final indifferent words before disappearing into the boundary.
"Roar!!!"
The beasts, having received permission, roared, their scarlet eyes fixed on the two figures on the ground. Especially Beckett, whose inexplicably vigorous life force was a fatal temptation to them.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The ground trembled with the thunderous footsteps of the beasts. The Asgardian soldiers, whose life-fire had been suppressed by Hela and were waiting for the hallucinogenic gas to dissipate, were completely unable to resist. They could only endure being trampled.
"No!!!!"
Witnessing it all, Hela roared. The shattering of one ice sculpture after another meant the death of one Asgardian soldier after another, deaths without any chance of resistance, all because of her "forgiveness."
What exactly... did I protect?
Didn't I end up protecting nothing?
Hela closed her eyes in pain, her hysterical roars proving futile.
No!
That's not right!
Hela's gaze snapped towards Beckett.
"Beckett! I want it!"
"Give it to me quickly!"
"Now!"
Stumbling, Hela grabbed Beckett's shoulder, her mind consumed by guilt and rage as she snarled, her face contorted.
"Who do you think you are?"
Beckett firmly grasped Hela's right hand, moving it from his shoulder. His gaze was cold. "I gave you a chance before, and you didn't cherish it."
"Woz, activate the warship's weapon systems. Star Destroyer Cannon, Level Two readiness."
"As you command, His Highness Beckett."
Beckett's icy words made Hela instantly stop struggling. Above, the dark cannon barrels aimed at the ground plunged her into silence.
She wouldn't die, but her army would perish because of her.
"Enough, I surrender," a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum escaped Hela's throat, prompting Beckett to reach out and halt the Star Destroyer Cannon's charging.
"What did you say?"
"I said, enough, I surrender." Hela raised her head, having composed herself, her eyes fixed on Beckett.
Riiip!
Hela tore a piece from her form-fitting combat suit, which was etched with intricate patterns. She tied her hair back, broke off a corner of the suit, wrapped the broken-off piece in the fabric, and then held it up to Beckett's eyes. "You won. According to our Asgardian rules, this is your spoil of war."
Her waist-length ink-black hair was suddenly shorter. Beckett's eyes reflected the image of Hela emotionlessly handing over the trophy, a pleased smile curving his lips.
Beckett reached out and took the unicorn horn wrapped in cloth. A tube of green Nutrient Fluid immediately appeared in Hela's hand.
"Don't use the Star Destroyer Cannon, I need to save people." After draining the Nutrient Fluid, which represented humiliation to her, Hela felt a surge of power rapidly revive within her.
"Save people?" Beckett, in a good mood, snapped his fingers, and the warship's weapon systems activated once more.
"You?!" Hela turned back, glaring at him.
"Don't worry, it's not the Star Destroyer Cannon this time." The upward curve of Beckett's lips became increasingly grating in Hela's eyes.
"Plasma Cannon, Annihilation Cannon, Space Particle Beam Orbital Cannon, Positron Cannon, and so on..."
"My warship isn't equipped with just the Star Destroyer Cannon."
"Since you sincerely bow down and pledge allegiance to me, I naturally must respond."
Hela: "..."
Thanks for the tip, Ghostly Sorrow~
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