"Malekith, how are things going?"
In the dark royal palace of Svartalfheim, the phantom image of Frost Giant King Laufey was projected before Malekith through the communication device.
"It's regrettable, but Thanos' son, much like his father, refused our offer. For the safety of our Nine Realms allied forces, I could only send him and Hela, Odin's daughter, into the graveyard of our Dark Elf race."
Malekith, seated on the throne, spoke with a hint of regret in his voice.
If possible, he didn't want to offend Thanos of the Dark Order at this time. But regrettably, the Aether was an irreconcilable conflict between them.
And the place he called a graveyard was less a graveyard and more accurately an execution ground.
The Aether altered reality, transforming a portion of Svartalfheim into something resembling the undead world of Helheim. It then summoned the Dark Elf undead from its memories, storing them there to await their enemies.
Altering reality, creating virtual reality – this was the terrifying power of the Aether.
Within this area, which resembled Helheim, once their strength was depleted, only death awaited them – death by being torn apart by the undead who had perished in wars over thousands of years!
Human strength has its limits.
Even Odin, the strongest of the Nine Realms, had moments of energy depletion, let alone the young duo of Beckett and Hela.
Unless their maximum power broke through the energy field set by Malekith, who wielded the Aether, anyone would be trapped in this graveyard, never to escape.
For many years, Malekith had lost count of how many enemies he had sent into this place, enemies he couldn't be bothered to deal with personally. They had all invariably turned into piles of ash, quietly nourishing the land of Svartalfheim.
"In that case, prepare for the final decisive battle."
Laufey, on his throne, had a cold expression.
Thanos, as Odin's ally, was still far away in the Centaurus Galaxy within the Nine Realms, and his son had been dealt with thoroughly.
It was time for this protracted war of the Nine Realms to end.
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"Where is this…?"
Beckett, engulfed by the dark torrent, opened his eyes to a desolate scene.
Broken bricks and shattered tiles were everywhere, the grass at the edges of the walls had long since withered, and the surrounding environment looked like an abandoned junkyard.
"Your Highness Beckett, the energy readings here are very strange," the dutiful Woz reminded him after scanning everything around them. A miniature map of the terrain appeared before Beckett.
"This is… Helheim?"
Hela, also surveying their surroundings, clearly had more knowledge than Beckett. Having studied the history of the Nine Realms since childhood, the more she looked at this desolate land beneath her feet, the more familiar it seemed.
"Helheim?"
"One of the Nine Realms, the most unique existence among us."
"Because this is the realm of the dead," Hela's expression turned grim. Even Asgard's Bifrost couldn't easily venture into Helheim at this stage, so how could Malekith send them all here with a wave of his hand?
This was something even her father, Odin, couldn't do.
Hela absolutely did not believe that Malekith's power had now surpassed her father Odin's. The Otherwise, the Nine Realms allied forces wouldn't be struggling so much in the war.
"The realm of the dead?"
Mulling over Hela's words, Beckett glanced behind him. The Other was still unconscious and hadn't woken up. His warship had also been damaged in the dark torrent and could no longer be activated.
"Where are the undead?" He took the scepter embedded with the Mind Stone from The Other. The Mind Stone, which had been inactive in The Other's hand, suddenly shone brightly. Affected by this light, the unconscious The Other was instantly awakened.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? I've never been to Helheim before," Hela replied irritably. In the next second, a strange figure suddenly flashed before her eyes!
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In his shock, Hela swung her sword but missed.
"Perhaps, you should keep your mouth shut." A dense army of undead surged from all directions. Hela turned back and glared fiercely at Beckett, who held the scepter.
"Your Highness Beckett, this— Ahhh!"
The Other, having just woken from his unconsciousness, screamed in terror at the sight of the dense undead before he could even finish speaking!
"Shut up," Beckett said coldly, and The Other's voice abruptly stopped.
"Something's not right. Why are all these undead from the Dark Elf race?" Hela's expression turned extremely grim as she recognized the armor on the undead. She had a very bad feeling.
"Asgardian, die!"
Fueled by thousands of years of resentment, the exploding undead legion surged towards the trio of Hela, Beckett, and The Other on the ground.
"Damn it!"
Hela cursed under her breath. She threw out a barrage of weapons from behind her, but they passed straight through the bodies of the undead, causing no damage whatsoever.
Boom!
The energy emanating from Beckett's fingertips passed through the corpses of the undead army and landed in a nearby hill. Stones exploded, and dust billowed.
"Tsk, they can regenerate?"
Seeing that the undead army, which had been dispersed by the energy, had already reformed within a second, Beckett's face darkened. The energy blasts from his hand rained down like a thousand drops of water, taking away the undead soldiers who were once again surging towards him.
One second later, the undead revived again, endless and inexhaustible.
"These are all Dark Elf soldiers who died in battle under Malekith's command!"
"That bastard Malekith, is he trying to wear us out until we die?"
Hela, whose face was grim as she used magic to blast the undead soldiers, found the tactic shameless but had to admit it was surprisingly effective.
This endless cycle of resurrection was clearly an attempt to exhaust them to death.
"Woz, analyze their energy composition."
"The Other, awaken the soldiers who have fallen unconscious."
Beckett, who had transformed into a human-shaped free turret at this moment, commanded with a grave tone.
"Yes, His Highness Beckett!"
"Woz is analyzing..."
The bodies of the undead, which had been scattered by Beckett, began to reform. After several such cycles, by the time the dense Chitauri army had reassembled, Woz's analysis results left Beckett extremely disappointed.
It was a special magical structure, outside of Beckett's area of expertise.
"Ms. Hela."
Knowing full well that Beckett was clueless about magic, Woz directly provided the analysis results to Hela, who was using magic to blast the undead.
Only magic could counter magic. In a sense, at least in this current situation, that was indeed the truth, even though Beckett desperately wanted to deny it.
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