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The Heavenly Palace guards had clearly never seen such a terrifying weapon, but fortunately, the enemies were equipped with a limited number of Black Hole Grenades.
Otherwise, this battle would have been unwinnable.
While the entire Heavenly Palace was in chaos, with battles erupting everywhere, Malekith had already rendezvoused with Algrim and successfully reached Queen Frigga's bedchamber.
"Stand down, you ugly monster."
Frigga drew an enchanted short sword, shielding Jane Foster behind her, and glared at Malekith, saying,
"If you choose to leave now, I might spare your life!"
But such harsh words clearly didn't intimidate Malekith.
He glanced contemptuously at Frigga, "Woman, those are clearly my words to say."
Then, his gaze greedily shifted to Jane Foster, and he urged impatiently,
"I am Malekith, the ruler of the Dark Elf race. Child, though I don't know how such a frail body as yours managed to bring the Aether from its sealed place, your mission is now complete. Quickly, return my property!"
"Wait, you are Dark Elves?"
Frigga reacted instantly, and as she spoke, the enchanted short sword in her hand already thrust towards Malekith.
"Hmm?"
Malekith originally hadn't paid Frigga any mind; how formidable could an old, fading Asgardian woman be?
But who would have thought that after just two or three rounds, a shallow scratch appeared on his face.
Although Frigga was a Witch, she clearly inherited the trait of a "Marvel melee mage"; her swordsmanship was exceptionally masterful.
If not for Malekith's sufficiently strong armor, he would have probably died at least twice already.
Swish—
Frigga flicked her wrist, twirling her sword, and held it horizontally in front of her, saying without a flush or pant, "This is the price of underestimating a Witch."
Pfft, before you say that, could you at least cast a spell?
"Kill this meddlesome old woman for me!!"
A somewhat enraged Malekith fiercely ordered, and Algrim, behind him, charged at Frigga without hesitation.
"Hmph, it's all the same, no matter who comes. Asgardian women are never inferior to men… Hmm?"
Frigga's enchanted short sword thrust directly at Algrim's chest, but the opponent neither dodged nor avoided, allowing the enchanted short sword to strike him, as it simply couldn't penetrate his defense.
Bang—
Algrim retaliated with a powerful, heavy punch, directly sending the horrified Frigga flying.
However.
Before the dazed Frigga could even get back on her feet, Algrim had already rushed close, raising his nearly half-meter-long foot and stomping it down hard on her head.
Am I going to die?
Frigga had no time to dodge, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.
"Stop, don't fight anymore, you two stop fighting!"
But just at this critical moment of life and death, a blue Tzeentchian Rune suddenly appeared on Jane Foster's forehead.
Immediately after, a vast blue psychic energy surged out from her body.
Time seemed to be forcibly frozen at this moment.
Algrim, who was impacted by this psychic energy, instantly paused his downward stomping motion.
But it wasn't a complete stop.
Instead, it was a state of extreme slowness, almost equivalent to a stop!
Malekith and Frigga were naturally no exception.
The "time flow" they were in seemed to have been paused, eerily suspended in the previous second.
Although their minds could still perceive what was happening in the outside World, their bodies were completely unresponsive.
That's right, this is Time Stop—a common advanced psychic spell in Tzeentchian magic!
If a Great Daemon of the Lord of Change level were to cast this spell, ideally it could freeze ordinary Astartes for several hours, or even a whole day!
But now, used by Jane Foster, a mortal, it could only freeze the three for a mere few seconds.
There was no other way; without complete blessings and without Ascension, the physical limit of ordinary humans could only reach this extent.
Furthermore, if not for the protection of the Aether, Jane Foster would probably have been directly obliterated by the vast Tzeentchian Psychic Energy the moment she cast Time Stop.
Turning into a pile of indescribable, twisted flesh.
However, these few seconds were enough for Jane Foster to save Frigga.
She waved her hand, shooting out a psychic tendril, and grabbed Frigga's body to her front just before Time Stop wore off.
Boom—
The next second, Algrim's large foot slammed down heavily, and the hard ground immediately showed a crack.
"Change is omnipresent, and the gifts of fate always come with a price…"
Tzeentch spoke through the rune on Jane Foster's forehead, "Witch, remember, I will collect this favor sooner or later."
Although his Master's command was to accelerate the progression of events and ensure that the Dark Elves obtained the Aether sooner.
But Tzeentch, in his actions, always liked to have a double safeguard.
Because "Change" always brought him unexpected surprises!
"You… who are you? Why are you in this child's body?"
Frigga was instantly shocked, looking with horror at the blue, constantly twisting Flame of Change on Jane Foster's forehead.
She actually felt an unprecedentedly powerful sense of oppression from this strange rune.
Its threat level even far exceeded the Aether!
Moreover, as a powerful Witch, no one could appreciate the terror of that "Time Stop magic" more than Frigga.
Unlike ordinary immobilization spells.
This was a genuine magic that truly halted the flow of time.
The difference in casting difficulty between these two spells was like a chasm!
Even though Frigga came from the Vanir, possessing many powerful magics like predicting the future, she still couldn't make Time Stop.
Not even for a second!
Yet, the owner of this unknown rune, through Jane Foster's mortal body, accomplished such an astonishing magic.
Who exactly was he?
Could he be a powerful Dimensional God proficient in Time Magic?
And what was the price he spoke of?
Just as Frigga was filled with doubt and surprise, Tzeentch, controlling Jane Foster, walked over to the bewildered Malekith.
"Come on, hurry up and do it, after all… time is running out for you!!"
"Hmm?"
Malekith naturally couldn't see the shimmering Tzeentchian Rune on Jane Foster's forehead, only assuming that the strange scene just now was entirely the work of Frigga, the Witch.
Now seeing the Aether's host voluntarily approach him, his face turned from anger to joy, and he instructed Algrim, who was guarding him:
"If that old woman doesn't attack again, spare her life for now… She'll be destroyed with Asgard eventually anyway."
What this mortal just said was right; time was indeed running out for him now.
In a few more hours, the Celestial Convergence, when the Nine Realms align, would occur, and he had to reach the correct convergence point before that moment.
Therefore, he no longer had time to waste here.
Then Malekith waved his hand abruptly at Jane Foster, muttering a long string of incantations unique to the Dark Elf race.
"Ah…"
Jane Foster, having regained consciousness, hadn't even had time to ask what had just happened when her body, under the influence of an irresistible force, floated into the air.
The Aether, which had been residing in her body, was drawn out from her ten orifices like crimson blood.
Then it was re-infused into Malekith's body!
Thud—
Jane Foster's body fell heavily to the ground, while Malekith, having completed his retrieval mission, turned to leave without looking back.
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Just then, Thor, the God of Thunder, rushed in from the doorway with mjolnir, and seeing Jane Foster unconscious on the ground, he was instantly enraged.
Without thinking, crackling lightning shot directly towards Malekith.
Bang—
But the next second, it was easily deflected by the opponent using the power of the Aether.
"Don't mind that brute, let's go."
Malekith stopped Algrim, who wanted to turn back and fight.
Then the two leaped from the balcony, directly onto the fuselage of a Blade Battleship that had been waiting outside for a long time.
After entering the aircraft, the Blade Battleship activated its stealth module and quickly vanished from Thor and the others' sight.
A few minutes later, the huge "cross-shaped" spaceship hovering above Asgard also disappeared.
As if they had never appeared there at all.
However, the already devastated Heavenly Palace proved that an extremely tragic encounter battle had once occurred here!
"No, how dare you harm the one I love most, get back here…"
Thor, like a madman, spun mjolnir, preparing to rush out and chase the enemies, but suddenly heard his mother's jealous words from behind him.
"She's fine, just temporarily fainted."
"That's great, Jane!"
Frigga looked coldly at her foolish son, who was overjoyed, and a strong sense of dissatisfaction rose in her heart.
Is it true that once you have a wife, you forget your mother?
And she's not even your woman yet, and you can't see anyone else in your eyes?
Your old mother almost got killed by the enemy just now to protect her, hey!
Couldn't you at least pretend to comfort me, kid?
If Loki were here, he would have rushed over to show concern immediately.
Hmph, sure enough, the adopted one is closer than the biological one!
"Frigga? Phew… It's good that you're alright."
At this moment, Odin, holding the Eternal Spear, rushed over with hurried steps, and seeing his woman safe and sound, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Throughout Asgard, the only person who could influence Odin's decisions was Queen Frigga.
This was enough to prove Odin's love for her.
So, if anything had truly happened to Frigga just now, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life!
But thankfully, the worst outcome did not happen!
"Hmph, you rotten son, see? Your father knows how to care for me."
Frigga's heart warmed, and she quickly stepped forward to hug Odin, gently comforting him, "Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine!"
"Your Majesty…"
Just then, a Heavenly Palace guard ran in to report, "The enemies have completely retreated, but the energy supply center has been destroyed, and we are temporarily unable to restore the Heavenly Palace's external defense barrier."
"Furthermore, according to Heimdall, the enemy's battleship seems to possess some special stealth ability; even his eyes cannot detect their location… Your Majesty, we have completely lost our defensive capabilities!!"
The guard's words instantly stiffened Odin's face, and the joy that had just welled up in his heart vanished.
If the enemies were to return during this period before the defense barrier was repaired, then Asgard would fall into an unprecedented crisis.
The threat of the Dark Elves far exceeded that of the Frost Giants.
Especially now, Malekith had successfully obtained the Aether…
"Tell Heimdall to temporarily close the Bifrost Bridge; no one is allowed to enter or leave Asgard."
Just as Odin was hesitating on how to deploy defensive forces next, Thor, opposite him, waved mjolnir in his hand, shouting indignantly,
"My Lord Father, leave the task of pursuing those despicable Invaders to me; I will make them pay… And at the same time, I will reclaim the Aether."
"Silence."
Who would have thought that Odin would raise his hand and point at Jane Foster, scolding with an angry expression:
"Isn't the reason for this situation because you didn't heed my advice and insisted on bringing this Midgardian back?"
"I warned you long ago, don't get too close to this woman!"
"No, this has nothing to do with Jane; she is also a victim." Thor shook his head like a rattle, defending foolishly:
"Moreover, the Dark Elves have a long-standing feud with us; even without Jane and the Aether, they would eventually come here to attack Asgard anyway!"
"You…"
Odin was almost exasperated by his muscle-brained, foolish son.
He's actually siding with an outsider?
It seems this one is probably a lost cause!
"I don't want to argue with you about this, but right now, the enemy is in the dark, and we are in the open; Asgard needs someone to protect it… Before long, they will come knocking on our door."
"That's right." Thor said mercilessly, "But by then, they will probably directly destroy Asgard."
"Hmph, you overestimate those Dark Elves a bit too much."
Odin maintained his usual arrogance and aloofness; as the strongest God King ruling the Nine Realms, he had the capital to look down on all others.
"No." Thor stubbornly shook his head, "Father, I am doing this precisely to protect the lives of more people…
I will first go to the Dark Dimension of Vanaheim to see if I can find any useful information there."
"As long as I can find a way to seize the Aether, then those Dark Elves will be vulnerable before me!"
Odin raised his head, his gaze full of majesty as he looked at his son, "You are risking the lives of more people!"
"Because no one knows where they are hiding now… Their fleet might not have left Asgard yet, and they could be circling above us right now, and we are completely unaware."
"I need you to stay in Asgard on standby at all times, and when Malekith reappears, lead the heroic warriors of Asgard to slaughter them all!"
"Um…" Just then, Thor heard Jane Foster, who had awakened at some point behind him, weakly raise her hand and say:
"Excuse me, if I know where that group of Dark Elves are going and what they want to do, would you agree to Thor's actions?"
At once, everyone's gaze turned to Jane Foster.