Across the vast Nine Realms, from the ice and snow of Jotunheim to the bustling crowds of Asgard, and even to Vanaheim, where they sharpened their knives against sheep and cattle, different degrees of shaking occurred simultaneously.
The entire Nine Realms were shaking.
Odin, the strongest in the Nine Realms, stood atop a mountain peak, gazing in the direction of Svartalfheim. In the icy landscape, Laufey, in the midst of a pre-war motivational rally, stiffened his expression and immediately connected to an urgent communication frequency from Vanaheim.
"Laufey?!"
"What is going on?!"
The King of Vanaheim's questioning voice was filled with shock and a hint of unacknowledged fear.
Svartalfheim was already beginning to shatter under the collision of two powerful forces. Meanwhile, Malekith, the Dark Elf King who had persuaded him to join the anti-Odin alliance, remained unreachable. The implications of this were enough to make the King of Vanaheim deeply uneasy.
Odin was still in Asgard, which meant he couldn't be the one who created this disturbance. Had another figure comparable to Odin emerged in Asgard?
The King of Vanaheim's heart was burning with anxiety.
He felt as though the ship he was on was about to capsize.
"No need to worry, this is just an accident." Laufey, who had frequently clashed with Odin on the front lines, was much calmer. He didn't know the full extent of Malekith's power with the Aether, as he wasn't from the same era as the Dark Elf King, but he was certain that Malekith was definitely not weaker than Odin.
Otherwise, given Odin's ferocious and tyrannical nature, how could he still be sitting in the royal palace of Asgard? He would have already rampaged across the Nine Realms, leaving a river of blood.
The only reason Odin was still obediently sitting on his throne, waiting to fight the allied forces of the Nine Realms on Midgard, the battlefield of the Nine Realms, was because the power of a fully realized Malekith made him wary.
"But?!"
"There is no 'but'." Laufey ruthlessly interrupted the King of Vanaheim's worries.
"Everything proceeds according to the original plan, even without the Dark Elf army's participation, do you understand?"
Laufey's indifferent tone caused the King of Vanaheim to clench his fists, but lacking the strength, he had no choice but to endure it.
There was no turning back once the arrow was loosed. The Vanir tribe, having been tricked into betraying Odin, now had only one path forward: to follow Laufey to the bitter end, with no other choice.
"I understand."
"What about Malekith?"
The King of Vanaheim hesitated, the disturbance in Svartalfheim truly unnerved him. In a sense, the Nine Realms were interconnected, with subtle ties between the worlds. Once Svartalfheim was destroyed, the other major worlds would inevitably experience extremely significant changes.
"I will go there personally."
Laufey's words left the King of Vanaheim in silent contemplation.
Laufey's strength far surpassed his own. His years of confrontation with Odin had firmly established his reputation as the second strongest in the Nine Realms. Although rumors were circulating that his power had greatly diminished after the Casket of Ancient Winters was stolen, judging by Laufey's current confident demeanor, this was likely just false news spread by Asgard to sow discord.
"Short-sighted fool."
After closing the communication channel, Laufey snorted coldly and then continued his pre-war mobilization ceremony. His impassioned speech completely ignited Jotunheim, which was covered in ice and snow. After finishing his speech, Laufey retreated with satisfaction and returned to the royal palace, activating the teleportation array.
He and Malekith were partners, so his royal palace had a magical teleportation array that led directly to Malekith's royal palace. Just as he had told the King of Vanaheim earlier, he had to go to Svartalfheim himself to ascertain the situation.
If necessary, the Aether...
Laufey narrowed his eyes, and his figure then disappeared into the magical array...
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On the plains of Svartalfheim, a pillar of silver-white energy completely annihilated the torrent of blackness. It spanned between heaven and earth for more than ten seconds before slowly dissipating.
Malekith, who had been blasted directly into the plain, struggled to stand up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. New wounds were added to his old, unhealed face.
"This, is impossible!"
"I am the King!"
"The supreme King!"
"You are merely a monkey with a tail!! How is this possible!!"
Malekith looked up at the golden-haired, blue-eyed figure in the sky, his ferocious face filled with rage.
He could not accept this outcome.
"Is that so?"
Beckett, the light in his hand having dissipated, landed slowly in front of Malekith with a cold expression.
"But, then, your kingship is truly pathetic."
Before his words had even finished, Beckett's right fist broke through layers of defense and slammed into Malekith's cheek!
Puff!
Blood, along with a few scattered broken teeth, sprayed out. The Dark Elf King, unwilling to suffer such humiliation, unleashed a surge of energy from his arms, and the space around Beckett immediately began to distort!
"Unforgivable!"
A fist filled with rage struck Beckett's cheek without the slightest obstruction, yet Beckett's body remained as if rooted to the ground, unmoving.
"What?" Malekith was stunned.
"Is this all the anger you have?" Beckett firmly grasped Malekith's left arm with his right hand, slowly moving his fist away from his face. Beckett slowly turned his head, looking directly at the Dark Elf King before him.
"Hah!"
Before Malekith could react, Beckett let out a fierce roar, and an immense force, which he was utterly unable to resist, instantly struck him!
Bang!
Malekith was flung directly into the cracking plains!
"Your rage, your power, your body," Beckett said, calmly pacing in front of Malekith. He ignored the constantly fracturing ground beneath his feet, reached out his right hand, and firmly grasped Malekith's head, yanking him out of the crater.
Lowering his head and bending over, he leaned close to Malekith and said, "It's so weak it's not even worth mentioning."
Malekith's angry breath continuously struck Beckett's stern face. Countless dark tentacles appeared behind Malekith, attempting to repeat their previous tactic of draining Beckett's life force, or rather, forcing him to let go.
"Hand over the Aether, now." Beckett ignored them, and the roaring blast of energy directly tore apart all the giant tentacles that had targeted him.
"Dream on."
As soon as Malekith finished speaking, the entire surface of Svartalfheim began to erupt in volcanoes to varying degrees. The constantly surging fountains of energy forced Beckett to release his right hand, allowing Malekith to regain his freedom.
"Then I'll beat you until you stop dreaming."
Beckett, stretching his wrists, instantly appeared beside Malekith. His fists and feet, capable of shattering the earth, tore through Malekith's defenses one after another. The storm-like barrage of attacks made Malekith suffer immensely.
He wanted to create distance between himself and Beckett, but he couldn't.
Knowing his own strengths, Beckett gave Malekith no chance to turn the tide. With close-quarters combat, Malekith could only barely hold his own against Beckett, relying on his nearly ten thousand years of experience.
However, it was precisely because of this that Malekith felt panic. No matter how novel his energy circulation methods were to gain an advantage over Beckett, the latter would immediately learn and apply them, using Malekith's own methods against him.
This terrifying ability to learn and apply in combat made Malekith feel suffocated!
Saiyan, what kind of race are they?!
Why had he never heard of a race in the universe with such terrifying combat talent?!
They were simply born fighters, born for battle, growing stronger with each fight.
The special energy circulation methods accumulated over nearly ten thousand years were all learned by Beckett during the fight. Malekith's sense of powerlessness grew stronger with the passage of time.
What kind of monster had he provoked?!
Today, following the big shots to the tea party, there's only one update. I'll make up for it with three updates tomorrow~
I feel like if this keeps up, I'll develop the hand speed for three updates a day
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