An invisible pressure surged from all directions, causing the dense warships to tremble and struggle, but ultimately to no avail. Hela, leaning against the window, frowned, her hands spread wide, two long swords plunged into the ground to maintain her balance.
"How is this possible..."
Staring intently at the cursed warrior calling himself Ur on the screen, Hela's eyes were filled with solemnity.
"Alert, alert, His Highness Beckett, the warships' hulls are affected by an invisible gravitational force and are falling uncontrollably!"
"Alert, alert..."
Inside the main ship, Woz's alarm sounded amidst blinding electrical sparks. The uncontrolled warships plummeted in the direction Ur moved his arms on the ground.
"Activate the Magus Power System." Beckett, on the control console, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He calmly reached out and unlocked the warship's highest-level power system on the control screen before him.
"As you command, His Highness Beckett." Woz, having received authorization, immediately activated the extremely energy-consuming propulsion system. With the new power system's enhancement, the collectively falling warships regained their balance, preventing large-scale destruction and loss of life.
"Prepare for landing, Woz."
After restoring the warships' balance, Beckett stood up from his control chair, stretching his wrists.
The Magus Power System consumed too much energy. If activated for too long, it would easily lead to the warships' energy depletion. In Svartalfheim, where there were no conditions for recharging, the speed of Beckett's Chitauri army would be imaginable.
Under such circumstances, the fastest and simplest solution...
The main ship's hatch slowly opened, and Beckett, clad in silver armor, vanished from within the warship in an instant.
His speed was so great it was like a silver streak of light, and in a flash, he was floating before the Dark Elves led by Ur.
"Disappear."
Looking down at everything beneath him, Beckett raised his right hand, and a beam of silver-white energy erupted, shooting straight towards the ground!
Ur, who had expected Beckett to ask a few more questions before acting, saw his expression change beneath his dark armor. Thick black mist burst from his arms.
A crystal wall, stained with a touch of black, materialized between heaven and earth, blocking all the energy beams Beckett casually unleashed!
Boom boom boom!!!
Splattered energy scattered across the ground, kicking up dust.
"Hmm? What is this?"
Seeing this familiar move once again, Beckett raised an eyebrow. The invisible air currents beneath his feet, driven by the energy within him, transformed into roaring beasts, constantly battering this crystal wall, but all attempts were like a mud ox entering the sea, vanishing without a trace.
"A wall that even gods sigh at."
Hela, her face as calm as still water, walked step by step to Beckett's side, her gaze towards Ur filled with ill intent.
"This is impossible, how could you..."
"Daughter of Odin, there are still many things you do not know." Ur laughed heartily. The horns on the great beast beneath him once again emitted a dazzling red glow, and the piercing howls made The Other, still on the warship, instinctively cover his ears.
"Then I will make you explain everything, in detail."
Surging energy formed a crimson-gold longbow in Hela's hand. She drew the bow and nocked an arrow. Her ink-black hair, though no longer reaching her waist, still fluttered in the brilliant golden radiance.
Whoosh!
A sharp arrow pierced the sky, its golden trail continuously dissolving the pitch-black wall, but it ultimately fell to the ground powerlessly, disappearing as silently as fireworks after a dazzling display.
"It's useless." Ur's face, beneath his dark armor, contorted into a sneer.
"This is the power bestowed upon me by the King, far beyond what your decadent Asgard can compare to!"
After the sneer, an ancient incantation began to be chanted, and thick black mist gradually obscured the last faint light in the sky.
A colossal black sword materialized in Ur's hand. The tip, flickering with a cold glint, pointed directly at Beckett and Hela not far away.
"Die, die by the magic your Asgard prides itself on!" he sneered, swinging the greatsword in his hand. It passed through the wall without obstruction and slashed towards Beckett and Hela's location.
Clang!
The sound of metal striking metal echoed. A patch of light abruptly appeared on the ground, shrouded in darkness.
"How is this possible?!"
Silver-white energy flames continuously expanded around Beckett, and the disdainful curve of his lips caused Ur's smile to gradually freeze.
The colossal black sword was easily blocked by Beckett.
"I have a rough understanding of your superficial energy structure and operating methods."
Before he finished speaking, the five fingers of his right hand, gripping the colossal black sword, erupted. Dense energy caused the greatsword to instantly disintegrate into fragments, scattering like falling leaves...
???!!!
"Where are the Aether particles?"
Beckett, in a casual stance, stepped on the fragments and walked towards Ur. "Or rather, where is Malekith?"
Buzz!
Sensing that something was wrong, Ur raised his hands. The black mist on the crystal wall gradually spread to the four corners.
"Tell me, Malekith, or the location of the Aether particles."
Beckett's right hand directly plunged into the crystal wall, which was covered in black mist. He clenched his fingers into a claw, and his energy-covered palm began to pull at the crystal wall before him.
"Wh... what?"
Ur, who was channeling energy with both arms to maintain the Crystal Wall, discovered in terror that his body was being pulled uncontrollably into the warping crystalline wall!
"This... no... impossible..."
Ur, who had plunged headfirst into the crystal wall, found his body constantly stretching and contracting with the distortion of the wall, his broken words filled with dread.
"You... this... guy, what... what exactly?!"
Crack!
After Beckett completely destroyed the internal energy structure of the Crystal Wall, it shattered instantly.
Ur, who had been pulled into the wall, was finally able to breathe the fresh air of Svartalfheim again.
"Aether particles are the supreme treasure of our world, you—"
Before Ur, who had fallen to the ground, could finish speaking, Beckett stomped him into the dirt. The shattered armor scraped bloody marks across his skin.
"This world's treasure, I want to take it. Is there a problem with that?"
Gazing down at the struggling figure buried in the earth, Beckett released his restraint, and a familiar face instantly came into view.
"Kortian?!"
Hela, who was not far away, drawing her bow and arrow for another shot, paused, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"My name is Ur." Ur coughed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He staggered, trying to get up, but Beckett kicked him back to the ground.
"Cough... cough..."
Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, Ur shakily raised his bloodied arms, the purple mark of the Dreamflower faintly visible. Not far from him, the Dark Elf soldiers Hela had been relentlessly shooting down were few in number.
"You truly are in a sorry state, Ur."
Purple petals fluttered down, slicing the golden-red arrows in half. Amidst the piteous wails of the Dark Elf soldiers, two figures, a man and a woman, both clad in black armor, slowly appeared before Beckett and Hela.
The woman, swaying her hips, had the same smooth, ink-black long hair as Hela. Her pale face was striking with its exceptionally demonic purple eyes. Beside her stood a man, powerfully built, with a face shaped like a square.
"Aura, Vilruzz, you're too late."
Seeing his reinforcements arrive as promised, Ur, who had been gasping for breath, finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Too late? Don't think so, aren't we just in time?" Vilruzz, the square-faced man, stopped, demonic growls seeming to emanate from behind him.
"Vilruzz is right, aren't we just in time?" The woman with the purple eyes smiled charmingly, holding a bouquet of purple flowers that strongly resembled the Dreamflowers that had wreaked havoc at the Asgardian outpost earlier.
A dense aura of death, carried by the flowers in Aura's hands, constructed a brand-new paradise.
"Welcome to the world of the dead, Beckett, Hela."
Thanks to Deep Courtyard Wutong Lonely Locks Clear Autumn, Demon of Words Lifelong Push, and Vain Sigh Sigh Sigh for the tips!
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