"No, this is impossible."
Kyl, his eyes filled with disbelief, meticulously examined every inch of the formless corpse. As one of Kortian's closest comrades, Kyl knew every feature of his body like the back of his hand.
"Impossible…"
After repeated checks, Kyl finally collapsed to the ground in despair.
No matter how many times he checked, no matter how many times he wanted to deny it, his hands and his eyes kept telling him the truth: the corpse before him was indeed his intimate comrade, Kortian.
Closing his eyes and leaning against the wall, Kyl's mind was flooded with the image of the person who had sent him into the isolation chamber earlier. His name was also Kortian.
After a brief examination, Kyl's experience led him to preliminarily judge that the corpse had died twenty days ago, meaning it was before Kortian left the outpost. At that time, the commander of this outpost was still Kyl Marsha.
To have his former comrade murdered right under his nose, and even have his face stolen…
"Kortian was His Highness Hela's deputy officer, which means the enemy's target is His Highness Hela..." Kyl stood up abruptly, bent down to embrace the already stiff corpse, and walked out of the room he had never seen before.
He didn't know why the enemy, after killing Kortian while he was eating barbecue, didn't dispose of his body, nor did he know if this was just a trap set by the enemy, designed to make them eliminate Kortian themselves. All he knew was that Hela, the future heir to the throne of Asgard, might be in danger.
He had the responsibility, and he had to warn her.
Kyl, holding the formless corpse, walked solemnly to the ground. He wanted to use the outpost's communication equipment to contact Hela, but the world of ice crystals and dense pits that met his eyes made his expression grow even more solemn. He saw blood, broken weapons, and shattered armor, as well as the grave Hela had personally built, but not a single intact building. The location of the command hall had even been razed to the ground.
"When I return, I will personally escort you into Asgard's Hall of Valor."
Standing beside the only tombstone inscribed with Asgardian writing, Kyl read each word with utmost seriousness.
[His Highness Hela…]
Kyl clenched his fists, dug another pit next to the grave Hela had built, and buried the corpse he had brought with him.
…
Svartalfheim, West, Coordinates 361.250.
A massive fleet of warships, like a giant blunt knife, was slicing through the dim horizon, bit by bit.
The Chitauri reconnaissance team of five, under The Other's gaze, performed a freefall from high altitude, landing steadily to scout the terrain.
"According to our Asgardian historical records, the Aether was sealed by my grandfather, Bor, the former King of Asgard, long ago. However, based on the situation before, I don't know what method Malekith used after he revived and returned to Svartalfheim, but my grandfather's seal has cracked, allowing him to draw and use some of the Aether's power from across the seal."
On the main ship, Hela looked out at the boundless dark world and, combining Malekith's previous actions, voiced her deductions.
Hela had always clearly distinguished between public and private matters. She wanted Malekith to pay the price, and forming a true alliance with Beckett was the best choice.
"We must defeat Malekith before the Aether is completely unsealed, otherwise, neither of our goals will be achieved." Malekith with the Aether in hand was the complete version; in the current Nine Realms, perhaps only her father Odin could fully match him.
Beckett, sitting in the control chair, paid no attention. He was flipping through "Required Asgardian History III" at an extremely fast pace.
He had no interest in the historical changes of Asgard, only wanting to read about the Dark Elf tribe of Svartalfheim. However, this book only had a few paragraphs about the Dark Elves interspersed within a chapter, forcing Beckett to read through it, searching for valuable clues in the limited space.
The Other, holding a scepter, intended to remind Beckett that they had arrived at their destination. The next second, the warship was suddenly attacked.
Even though the fleet of warships, controlled by Woz, promptly activated its energy shields, the hull still experienced a slight tremor, rescuing Beckett from the frustrating sea of study. Casually tossing aside the book that was giving him a headache, Beckett looked up:
"Woz."
"Your Highness Beckett, the energy composition of the attackers contains isotopes of the Infinity Stones, just like the previous Dark Elf named Elrod."
As soon as he finished speaking, the main screen of the warship projected the situation on the ground.
All the Chitauri soldiers dispatched by The Other lay on the ground, their bodies separated, their mechanical components exploding everywhere. The Dark Elf troops were in a state of readiness, with the leading general covered in black armor, his face hidden. He was riding a ferocious-looking, massive alpaca.
"The regular army of the Dark Elves?" Beckett, in his chair, his eyes flickering, and Hela, leaning against the bed, her brows furrowed, were uncertain about the state of the leading general.
"My name is Ur. I am one of the twelve Cursed Warriors under the King of the Dark Elves. I have been waiting here for you by the King's order."
"I know you can hear what I'm saying, so come down."
"I will tear you apart with my own hands."
Ur, whose face was completely obscured on the screen, spoke with boundless killing intent. The horns of the giant beast beneath him faintly emanated a bloodthirsty red glow!
"Cursed Warrior?"
Beckett on the warship chewed on this never-before-heard term. With a light tap of his finger, the black cannons were aimed at Ur and his army on the ground, who were completely unprotected.
What a flashy name, it's just a matter of one shot, right?
"Your Highness Beckett, no. This place has extremely dense Infinity Stone isotopes; our artillery fire cannot penetrate their defenses." Woz's timely reminder made Beckett halt his finger, which was just one step away from the launch button.
"Dense isotopes? Is the Aether here?" Beckett frowned upon hearing this.
"Uncertain. Woz cannot scan. Your Highness Beckett, you must personally confirm this."
Woz's voice carried a hint of unprecedented frustration.
When had it encountered so many obstacles?
If it can't scan this and can't scan that, it wouldn't be a good helper to His Highness Beckett at all.
Woz felt a sense of crisis, especially with The Other appearing beside Beckett.
[That guy…]Hela, leaning by the window, frowned deeply.
"Since you won't come down, I'll have to do it myself." A bloodthirsty voice emerged from the black facial armor. Ur raised both arms, and the red glow of the giant beast's horns intensified, instantly dyeing the dim sky red!
"This is the power bestowed upon me by the King!"
Invisible gravity instantly distorted the space-time of this region as the words fell…
This is the power to spin stars!
Thanks for the tip, [A Big Bite, Pink Pig]~
Going on shelves tomorrow~
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