Inside the Dark Elf mothership's command hall, there was complete silence.
So quiet that even the Dark Elves seemed to slow and soften their breathing.
As if breathing too loudly or too quickly might disturb the overbearing figure seated on the throne.
In just a few minutes, that figure had first brutally killed a general, then blasted apart a group of elf warriors.
After that, he killed Kurse.
And now, even the supreme king of the Dark Elves, ruler of the Dark World, emperor of Svartalfheim, had been crushed on his own throne.
Not even the King of Asgard back then had been this domineering.
The general was dead.
The Dark Elf warriors were dead.
Kurse was dead too.
Now even the king was dead.
Inside the command hall, the remaining ministers and generals, only had one question in their minds.
'What now?'
It was a headache-inducing question.
Normally, they should be filled with righteous anger, defending the royal bloodline and avenging their dead king and generals.
But the power that man had displayed just now, made the ministers and generals understand one thing: They had no ability to avenge the king or the dead.
On the contrary, doing so might completely bury the Dark Elf race today.
'Can't take revenge?'
'If so, then there seemed to be only one choice left.'
At this moment, among the Dark Elves, an old man so aged he looked ready for the coffin, his face covered in wrinkles, dropped to his knees with a thud and bowed flat on the ground toward Alex on the throne.
"O' traveler with supreme power, you are a king within the boundless universe."
"Please replace Malekith and lead our Dark Elf race."
"I, Bloom, am willing to follow my king until the final moment of my life."
"I am willing to protect my king until the last drop of blood leaves my body."
As he spoke, the minister named Bloom pressed his forehead tightly against the floor.
Seeing this, the other ministers and generals cursed him as shameless in their hearts.
Yet they all followed his example.
The ministers prostrated themselves. The generals knelt on one knee.
Soon after, the other elf warriors in the hall, along with the remaining two warrior captains, also knelt on one knee.
Showing submission toward Alex on the throne.
Alex lowered his head and swept his gaze across the Dark Elves.
At this moment, he carefully looked at these elves.
They were different from the elves recorded in the Western literature he knew.
The male Dark Elves could not really be called handsome.
The warriors all wore masks.
As for the ministers and generals, they looked pretty average.
However, one female general was quite eye-catching.
Her skin was pale to the point of looking sickly.
But the places that should be big were big, and the places that should be small were small.
Her facial features also matched Alex's tastes.
Her silver-white hair hung loose behind her, falling onto her round backside.
Her pointed ears twitched from time to time.
She looked like a woman around twenty-seven or twenty-eight in human terms.
Mature, seductive, with a unique charm.
Alex pointed at her, "You. What's your name?"
The female general smiled sweetly. In an instant, she looked incredibly charming and alluring.
"My name is Claire, Your Majesty."
Alex nodded in satisfaction.
This female general's voice was sweet yet carried some sharpness. It did not sound weak at all, fitting her identity very well.
"Very good, Claire."
"From now on, you are my personal guard."
Claire was somewhat petite among the male Dark Elves. She wore black armor with an exquisite design, decorated with gorgeous patterns.
But it was obviously not designed for defense.
It exposed too much.
Ignoring the armguards and boots, the armor covered very little overall.
Only a few armor plates protected her chest and lower abdomen, leaving large areas of skin exposed.
The weapon she used was also an extremely thin rapier.
This kind of sword was almost only good for thrusting. It could not really be used for slashing attacks.
At this moment, hearing Alex's words, the female general with the black cape hanging behind her answered softly and seductively.
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
Bloom raised his head and secretly glanced at Claire, his eyes filled with jealousy.
Then he respectfully asked, "Your Majesty, how should we address you?"
Alex continued using the title he had used before in the Marvel universe.
"The Conqueror."
"Conqueror!"
The ministers and generals carefully tasted the meaning behind that title.
A feverish light flashed in Bloom's eyes, "Great Conqueror Majesty, the despicable Asgardians stole our race's secret weapon."
"That weapon known as the 'Aether' can destroy the entire universe and return everything to darkness."
"Now, the Aether has awakened again."
"Please lead us to reclaim the Aether and return the Nine Realms to darkness and silence."
Unexpectedly, Alex coldly commented from the dark throne.
"Boring."
Returning the Nine Realms to darkness was the Dark Elves' lifelong wish.
But what did that have to do with Alex?
That wish was carved into the Dark Elves' blood, bones, and genes.
They had never even considered what they would do after returning the Nine Realms to darkness.
Fulfilling that wish had simply become their instinct.
That was why Bloom brought it up now.
Only to have Alex ruthlessly pour cold water over it.
Boring. Such a simple word, yet incomparably cold.
It sounded more like mockery. Mockery of the entire Dark Elf race.
At once, anger began flashing in the eyes of some ministers and generals.
Alex, who possessed the "Mind Domain" ability, naturally sensed the emotional changes in the Dark Elves.
He smiled and said, "However, I do plan to snatch the weapon called the 'Aether' back from the Asgardians."
"In a little while, the Aether should appear in Asgard. Any ideas?"
Bloom immediately offered a suggestion, "Your Majesty, we can have a warrior captain carry the Curse Stone and enter Asgard as a prisoner."
"At that time, the warrior captain can use the Curse Stone to transform into a Kurse and launch destruction from within."
"That way, the Asgardians' attention will be drawn away, allowing us to infiltrate Asgard and wreak havoc."
After speaking, Bloom looked proudly at Alex.
He believed his idea was excellent.
Waiting only for praise from the new king.
But Alex merely snorted, "You've spent too long being sewer rats. Have you completely started thinking of yourselves as rats?"
"You shouldn't even be called Dark Elves anymore. Why not Dark Rats? Or Cosmic Rats?"
"If you want to do sneaky little tricks, I don't care. But don't drag me into it."
"It's embarrassing, understand?"
"If I start a war, then I'll attack from the front."
"I'll make the Asgardians lose so completely they can only accept it."
"I'll step on their faces and make them look up at me."
"Not make them call me despicable afterward."
Bloom frowned slightly, "But if we don't launch a surprise attack, what if they escape with the Aether?"
Alex smiled, "They won't."
"As long as they realize we're impossible to defeat."
"Then some of them will personally bring the Aether right to me."
"However, compared to war, I'm more worried that you people don't have a way to recover the Aether."
As he spoke, Alex glanced at Malekith's corpse below the throne.
In the movie, Malekith extracted the Aether from Jane Foster's body and fused it into himself.
Now that the Dark Lord was dead, if the Dark Elves had no method of retrieval, then Alex could only think of one other solution.
Fortunately, the Dark Elves did possess such a method.
Bloom immediately said, "No need to worry, Your Majesty."
"We have methods to recover the Aether. While not as skilled as Malekith's, they are more than enough to retrieve the Aether."
Alex nodded, "Good. Otherwise, if you're not even as useful as a little raccoon, then as your king, I'd be pretty embarrassed."
The Dark Elves looked at each other, not understanding what a little raccoon was.
Alex pointed at Malekith's corpse below the throne, "Also, how long are you planning to leave that corpse lying there?"
Bloom quickly ordered the Dark Elf warriors to remove Malekith's body.
Alex crooked a finger at Claire.
"You, come here."
"Tell me about the Dark Elves."
"Everyone else can leave."
At once, Bloom and the others withdrew completely.
Only the seductive Claire remained behind.
Looking at this pale-skinned female elf with long legs and large breasts, Alex smiled.
Life always required constant trying.
Today, he would try the taste of a Dark Elf.
———
[Asgard]
[The Bifrost]
As guardian of the Bifrost, Heimdall stood motionless in golden armor like a statue.
His golden eyes constantly watched the Nine Realms, observing changes across countless planets and guarding against enemies attacking Asgard.
At this moment, the Bifrost was active, colorful light flickering at the entrance.
Suddenly, something flew out from inside.
Half a car front.
Heimdall tilted his head slightly, letting the object fly past him before crashing onto the bridge and throwing up sparks all the way across.
Then silhouettes appeared at the entrance of the Bifrost.
Prince of Asgard, Thor, appeared before Heimdall together with his girlfriend Jane Foster.
Not long ago, Heimdall had suddenly lost sight of Jane Foster, causing Thor to immediately head to Earth.
What surprised Heimdall was that the young prince had actually brought his girlfriend, a mortal, into Asgard.
'The king will probably not be pleased about this.'
That was what the guardian thought to himself.
"Hello," At this moment, Heimdall heard the mortal greet him.
Expressionless, he still replied, "Asgard welcomes you."
Jane Foster smiled.
Thor held her hand and gently said, "We should go."
As they passed by the guardian, Heimdall quietly said, "Her condition is not very good."
Thor nodded.
"That's exactly why I brought her back to Asgard."
With his back to him, the guardian held his sword and said, "Hopefully His Majesty will not blame you for this."
Thor smiled. He did not care much about that issue.
———
He took Jane Foster away and found his mother.
His mother Frigga was an excellent sorceress, and Thor asked her to examine the condition of the woman he loved.
At this moment, Jane Foster lay on a stone bed, above which floated a human-shaped model made of red particles.
Frigga was conducting a detailed examination on her son's beloved woman.
"What's that?", Jane Foster asked curiously.
"Quiet," Frigga said softly while making adjustments so the human model displayed more details.
Standing nearby, Thor asked one of his mother's assistants, "This is non-Earth matter. Have you seen it before?"
"Never."
The beautiful female assistant shook her head and worriedly added, "But the energy surging inside her is enough to kill her."
The assistant's words made Thor's expression turn serious.
Meanwhile, Jane Foster herself did not feel like she was in mortal danger.
She was even curious about the methods Asgard was using to examine her.
"This is a quantum field generator, right?"
Frigga glanced at the knowledge-hungry woman and calmly replied, "This is a soul forge."
Jane Foster asked, "Then the soul forge can shift molecular energy, right?"
She looked at Thor.
"Then it's still a quantum field generator."
Thor smiled back at her.
At this moment, an old yet imposing voice sounded out, "So my words just go in one ear and out the other?"
"They have absolutely no effect on you."
"She's sick, Father," Thor turned around and looked at the old man walking in.
The old man had white hair and wore a golden eyepatch.
He wore magnificent armor.
It was the Allfather, Odin.
"Mortals naturally get sick."
Odin walked over and glanced at Jane Foster on the stone bed.
Thor spread his hands, "I brought her here because we can help her."
"She is not someone who can enter the halls of Asgard. She is a mortal."
"Just like some dishes don't belong on the table."
"Mortals are not allowed to set foot in Asgard," Odin said in a tone that allowed no argument.
Jane Foster sat up on the stone bed.
"How can he talk like that?"
"Who does he think he is?"
Odin looked at the woman.
"I am Odin, the Allfather."
"Protector of the Nine Realms."
"I know who you are, Jane Foster."
Jane Foster could not help looking at Thor.
"You told your father about me?"
Thor was just about to answer when Odin waved his hand.
"Take her away."
Two Asgardian warriors immediately walked over.
Thor hurriedly said, "Don't—"
Before he could finish, the two Asgardian warriors had already grabbed Jane Foster's arms, but suddenly, dark red energy erupted from her body and blasted the two warriors away.
Only then did Thor finish speaking.
"Don't touch her."
Odin was also startled and quickly stepped forward to examine Jane Foster.
"That's impossible."
The Allfather muttered in shock. He sensed some kind of substance inside Jane Foster's body.
Something ancient, dark, and evil.
"The substance inside her is protecting her?", Frigga walked over and looked at her husband.
Odin shook his head, "No. It's protecting itself."
"Come with me," he said immediately.
———
A short while later, Thor and Jane Foster followed the Allfather into a hall.
"There are certain substances left over from before the universe was formed."
"The thing inside her seems to be one of them."
Next, Odin spoke about the Dark Elves, about the "Aether," and finally stated firmly, "The substance inside your little girlfriend is the Dark Elves' 'Aether.'"
"Where did you find it?"
Facing the Allfather's question, Jane Foster herself could not explain clearly.
———
At the same time, on the Bifrost, Heimdall suddenly widened his eyes. Within those golden pupils appeared one black T-shaped ship after another.
"No!"
"No!"
Heimdall quickly rushed out of the Bifrost control room. In the sky, one giant black ship after another uncloaked and appeared above the Bifrost.
These ships were unimaginably huge.
Any one of them could easily crush Asgard's largest and grandest palace.
Compared to them, Heimdall was tiny like an ant.
The guardian of Asgard looked at them and felt powerless.
He could only sound the alarm.
Moments later, Odin, who had been explaining the Dark Elves and the Aether to Thor and Jane Foster, suddenly heard the alarms and his expression changed.
An Asgardian warrior ran into the hall with a grave expression.
"Your Majesty, it's the Dark Elves."
Odin looked toward Jane Foster.
"They've come."
"Malekith came for the Aether. He came for her."
"Protect her. If the Aether falls into the Dark Elves' hands, the Nine Realms will cease to exist!"
After speaking, Odin strode out of the hall.
Thor grabbed Jane Foster's hand, "Come with me."
———
Alarm sirens rang throughout Asgard.
And above the Bifrost, Dark Elf ships continued appearing one after another.
At this moment, inside the main ship's command hall, Alex sat upon the dark throne while the female general Claire sat by his feet.
This seductive female general, dressed revealingly, leaned against Alex's leg and looked up at her king with watery eyes.
Looking at this powerful man, it could be said that during these past few days, he had filled the emptiness she had long carried inside.
His fierceness, his strength, his dominance, had completely conquered Claire.
Alex lowered his head and lifted Claire's chin with his hand, smiling.
"Go."
"Go establish achievements for me."
"If you do well, I'll reward you properly."
Claire's nostrils expanded slightly as she gave a seductive smile.
Then she jumped down from the throne and turned around.
The female general's face had already become ice-cold.
As though her gentleness and passion belonged only to the man on the throne.
Alex made a gesture, and the "window" at the front of the command hall opened.
Sitting on the throne, Alex flew out of the mothership together with it.
From one Dark Elf ship after another, strange fighters completely ignoring aerodynamics continuously flew out.
These black Dark Elf fighters flashing with red light filled the sky.
They surrounded Alex, but remained beneath this Conqueror.
Above Alex's head, there was nothing except blue sky and white clouds.
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