The roaring aftermath raged, and dense Dark Elf soldiers were instantly torn limb from limb, annihilated by the shockwaves of this energy explosion. In mere seconds, nearly half the soldiers had turned to dust in the air!
The destructive power of a small world's explosion, terrifying indeed!
"How... how is this possible..."
Malekith's expression was grim.
This was the first time he had shown such an expression in front of his own army. He remembered clearly that he himself had sent Beckett and his group into the [Artificial Underworld] previously.
He was also certain that no one in Beckett's group possessed power exceeding his own, who wielded the Aether. Yet, the destruction of the [Artificial Underworld] was an undeniable fact.
"My father once said that I am the center of the world. As long as I wish it, the world will stand by my side." Beckett spread his arms, a defiant smile gracing his lips, which struck Malekith as particularly jarring.
"King!"
Algol, who had survived the energy explosion, disregarded the ashes of his comrades staining his face and looked up worriedly at Malekith, who was floating in the air.
"Did your mother ever tell you that your father was actually mute?" Malekith retorted with a mocking laugh, his words causing Beckett's smile to gradually fade.
No one could insult his mother, his adoptive father, no one.
As if sensing the shift in Beckett's emotions, the Energy Devouring Beast, which had been lazily perched on Beckett's shoulder, instantly bristled. It leaped from his shoulder, landing on Hela's hammer and blinking its large eyes at Beckett in confusion, "Meow~"
*BOOM!*
Immense energy erupted from Beckett's body, invisible shockwaves churning the sky. Beckett bent his knees, his legs pushing off with force, and in the next instant, he appeared before Malekith, his energy-enveloped fist aimed directly at his face!
"King!"
Algol, Malekith's vice-general, exclaimed in shock and rose to his feet, intending to rush to his aid, only to be bent over by a warhammer that descended from the sky.
"What?!"
"Your opponent is me, not him." Hela, her hair styled in a way that suggested combat, blocked Algol's path, her expression icy.
"Meow~"
Once again "forced" to lose its footing, the orange cat had no choice but to land in The Other's embrace. Its pink tongue occasionally licked the Mind Stone embedded at the top of The Other's scepter. Watching the two battlefields opened by Beckett and Hela, it meowed, observing the fight from the sidelines with The Other.
The Chitauri legions, emerging from the [Artificial Underworld], raised their weapons and joined the fray with a fearless spirit. The clash of steel torrents and magical flesh bloomed like flowers on the Svartalfheim plains, each a mesmerizingly beautiful blood blossom.
Above the dome, Malekith, his face expressionless, firmly locked onto Beckett's right fist, his eyes clearly capturing the fleeting anger in Beckett's gaze.
"Let me guess, what is it about?"
"Is it about your mother? Or perhaps your father?"
"Never mind, it doesn't matter. In any case, your end is already sealed." A tremendous force, accompanied by Malekith's husky voice, landed on Beckett's chest. Unable to discern Malekith's movements at all, Beckett could only react with his combat instincts.
"I don't know how you managed to escape my [Underworld], but since you're so eager to seek death, I will grant you your wish."
Malekith's figure pursued Beckett as he retreated, dense dark energy erupting from his palm. Beckett's body began to descend uncontrollably.
"His Highness Beckett!"
The Other, holding his scepter, quickly moved to Beckett's side, reaching out to help him up, only to be shoved by Beckett with a flick of his hand, causing him to stumble and fall.
"Get lost."
Wiping the blood from his split lip with his right hand, Beckett ascended once more, engaging Malekith in combat.
"His Highness Beckett!" The Other, slumped on the ground, wanted to intervene but was powerless. His words were simply ignored by Beckett.
"Watch out!"
Crack!
Malekith's right arm was firmly locked by Beckett, and the countermeasure he had devised against him stunned Malekith himself.
"The same move won't work on me again." Beckett grinned, facing the encroaching dark energy, and sent the astonished Malekith flying onto the roaring Svartalfheim plains with a punch.
"Hand over the Aether."
A figure clad in a loose black combat suit slowly descended to the edge of the crater, looking down at the figure standing in its center.
Half of the mask on the latter's cheek was shattered, revealing the hideous face that Bor had once humiliated. The numerous wounds were Malekith's eternal pain, and the not-yet-fully-healed scars were now exposed to all because of Beckett's punch.
"You... you bastard..."
Malekith twisted his neck, reaching up to remove the shattered mask from his face. His crimson eyes reflected Beckett's figure at the crater's edge.
"You're really ugly." Beckett rubbed his wrist, exposing Malekith's raw, bloody wound.
"You will pay the price for your ignorance and arrogance." The crimson glow in his eyes intensified, and an array carved with arcane patterns gradually appeared beneath Malekith's feet. Endless black mist spread outwards from Malekith as the center, rapidly engulfing the entire Svartalfheim plains!
"I'll be waiting."
Beckett showed no fear; on the contrary, he seemed eager. With a flick of his hand, he charged directly into the giant crater. In the next second, he felt as if struck by a heavy blow, his knees buckling, nearly causing him to stumble to the ground.
"What is that?"
Beckett cautiously scanned his surroundings. The ink-black mist obscured his vision, preventing him from pinpointing the source of the attack.
"Woz, initiate life source heat signature scan."
"Yes, His Highness Beckett." The combat assistance system responded, and Beckett's right eye displayed a screen filled with numerous red life source points, which were rapidly increasing with time.
RUMBLE!!!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the dim sky, the World-Ending Flower from Svartalfheim folklore blooming on the bodies of every Dark Elf soldier, its fragrant Illusion Dream spraying freely.
"I once asked you if you were willing to join forces with me. I could offer you power on par with the Aether in exchange."
"Unfortunately, you refused."
"So, die."
BOOM!
The sudden thunderclap in the sky illuminated Malekith's terrifyingly ferocious face. Every Dark Elf soldier was rapidly aging, their life force siphoned by the Dreamflower and, under Malekith's command, continuously pouring into the magic circle sealing the Aether.
"In my dark world, in the name of the Dark Dominator."
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