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Chapter 126
chapter 082 part 2
Nidhogg swore profusely, trembling all over, astonished by Martin's bizarre ability to infinitely recharge the weapon with a casual flick. It felt its worldview completely overturned. It simply couldn't comprehend why such a tiny Human possessed such vast and endless Energy reserves within his body?!
This was utterly illogical!
Yet Martin showed no intention of stopping. The coldness on his face intensified, and he continued firing shots, locking Nidhogg firmly in place and constantly inflicting wounds on the Demonic Dragon with his own power.
Finally, the Demonic Dragon's curses gradually subsided, replaced by a strained, calm voice.
It submitted.
Forced to lower its noble head by such shameless tactics, its heart was filled with bitterness. It never expected that the majestic World-Devouring Dragon would end up in such a sorry state after breaking free.
*Slice!*
With another shrill scream, Martin left a horrifying, bone-deep wound on its body, almost severing the massive dragon's form, before finally stopping.
"From now on, you are my mount. You will obey my every command. Should you harbor any other thoughts, I will flay you alive."
Martin waved his hand, dispersing the Stasis Zone, then stepped forward, directly landing on the Demonic Dragon's head.
Waves of humiliation gnawed at the Demonic Dragon's heart. Nidhogg roared wildly internally, filled with intense hatred. Its red eyes flickered with enmity and bloodthirsty crimson light, yet it said aloud, "Understood. As long as you don't use that weapon again, I will obey your commands."
Martin lowered his gaze and glanced at the creature, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Defiant? It didn't matter if it was defiant. He hadn't expected this Dragon to genuinely obey him anyway. After all, he was just looking for a temporary plaything; it was nothing significant.
A major crisis was thus resolved.
Malekith, Nidhogg, and Sindr. Three powerful Skyfather-level beings had successively targeted Cybertron, yet all were defeated by Martin one by one. Their fates were utterly miserable: one died on the spot, one was imprisoned by Martin, and one was enslaved by Martin.
The War of the Ten Realms, which should have been chaotic for a long time, had barely begun when several troublesome figures crashed head-on into Martin, like hitting a steel plate, and were swiftly wiped out.
That was truly a very interesting turn of events.
"So, next, we'll see when those worlds plunged into war will finally end..."
Martin stood atop the Demonic Dragon's head, gazing down upon the entire World Tree. In the ethereal realm, a massive tree-shaped Phantom appeared before his eyes—a colossal divine tree that seemed to span the entire Universe.
"Return to Cybertron. I have some questions for you," Martin said indifferently.
Nidhogg looked resentful, but could only suppress its various malicious thoughts, sullenly flying towards Cybertron.
Earth.
The war had escalated to a fever pitch. The War Witches had forcefully besieged Kamar-Taj, clashing fiercely with numerous Earth mages. The terrifying Magic Fluctuations spread across the globe.
*Slice!*
Stephen Strange instantly flung open a Portal, bisecting a War Witch, then raised his hand to cast a defensive Magic spell, blocking several incoming dark Magic attacks.
The young Supreme Sorcerer's face was extremely grim. He looked around; these War Witches were far more troublesome than imagined, truly befitting their status as Malekith's premier force.
But other parts of the world were also not peaceful.
Large numbers of Dark Elves rushed to Earth, invading various regions worldwide. Major organizations now rallied to meet the enemy, and with war raging, the entire Earth was plunged into immense turmoil.
S.P.E.A.R., Kunlun, Atlantis, S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, Mutants... all successively threw themselves into this unprecedented war, resisting powerful enemies from the Otherworld.
Suddenly.
The numerous Dark Elves suddenly paused, then began to retreat like a tide, even with a sense of disarray and haste, as if something major had happened behind them.
"What happened? I haven't even blasted my newly developed Battle Armor yet, and this guy's already retreating?"
Tony looked surprised.
At Kamar-Taj, Stephen Strange solemnly grabbed a War Witch and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, why are you retreating?"
"Someone attacked our world. The despicable Fire Demon race betrayed us! Those filthy creatures are dead, they will suffer Lord Malekith's cruel annihilation."
The witch's face was filled with venom. Clearly, compared to the Earthlings, who were already enemies, those who were supposed to be allies but directly backstabbed the Dark Elves were far more deserving of hatred.
Stephen Strange imprisoned the witch and fell into deep thought.
Wong said in a deep voice, "These guys can't be trusted. We should build a more powerful Magic array as soon as possible."
Stephen Strange nodded slightly, his brows furrowed.
"What are you thinking about?" Mordo asked.
"I'm thinking, what role is Cybertron, which replaced Asgard, playing in this war sweeping across the World Tree? And what will Martin do in the face of this chaotic situation..."
Stephen Strange looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and ultimately said nothing. He immediately began to direct the numerous mages to collect their comrades' bodies and continuously repair the damaged Magic arrays.
Svartalfheim.
The world of the Dark Elves had long since deployed its main forces, with only the old, weak, and infirm remaining. But when Sindr, leading her terrifying Fire Demon Army, suddenly stormed in, all the Dark Elves were stunned.
"Sindr, are you mad?! You're betraying our alliance!!" A Dark Elf angrily rebuked.
The next second, he was whipped to death by Sindr.
"Alliance? Aren't alliances meant to be broken? Who doesn't know what Malekith is?"
Sindr's face was ferocious, her rage from being enslaved by Martin continuously rising. At this moment, she fully unleashed it upon these Dark Elves.
In an instant, all of Svartalfheim was engulfed in a sea of flames. Countless Dark Elves were swept over by the terrifying Fire Demon Legion, screaming as they instantly turned into balls of fire.
This was a cruel massacre, a slaughter with an annihilative nature from the very beginning. No survivors, no prisoners were left. The Fire Demons bathed in blood and wails.
"Why hasn't Lord Malekith returned yet?"
An elderly Dark Elf looked at the world turned into a sea of flames, painfully closed his eyes, and finally activated a certain machine, launching a signal containing a large amount of information.
This was something Malekith had secretly arranged. Realizing that Malekith had not returned for a long time, the elderly Elf already had suspicions and unhesitatingly activated the device.
(end of chapter)
Nidhogg swore profusely, trembling all over, astonished by Martin's bizarre ability to infinitely recharge the weapon with a casual flick. It felt its worldview completely overturned. It simply couldn't comprehend why such a tiny Human possessed such vast and endless Energy reserves within his body?!
This was utterly illogical!
Yet Martin showed no intention of stopping. The coldness on his face intensified, and he continued firing shots, locking Nidhogg firmly in place and constantly inflicting wounds on the Demonic Dragon with his own power.
Finally, the Demonic Dragon's curses gradually subsided, replaced by a strained, calm voice.
It submitted.
Forced to lower its noble head by such shameless tactics, its heart was filled with bitterness. It never expected that the majestic World-Devouring Dragon would end up in such a sorry state after breaking free.
*Slice!*
With another shrill scream, Martin left a horrifying, bone-deep wound on its body, almost severing the massive dragon's form, before finally stopping.
"From now on, you are my mount. You will obey my every command. Should you harbor any other thoughts, I will flay you alive."
Martin waved his hand, dispersing the Stasis Zone, then stepped forward, directly landing on the Demonic Dragon's head.
Waves of humiliation gnawed at the Demonic Dragon's heart. Nidhogg roared wildly internally, filled with intense hatred. Its red eyes flickered with enmity and bloodthirsty crimson light, yet it said aloud, "Understood. As long as you don't use that weapon again, I will obey your commands."
Martin lowered his gaze and glanced at the creature, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Defiant? It didn't matter if it was defiant. He hadn't expected this Dragon to genuinely obey him anyway. After all, he was just looking for a temporary plaything; it was nothing significant.
A major crisis was thus resolved.
Malekith, Nidhogg, and Sindr. Three powerful Skyfather-level beings had successively targeted Cybertron, yet all were defeated by Martin one by one. Their fates were utterly miserable: one died on the spot, one was imprisoned by Martin, and one was enslaved by Martin.
The War of the Ten Realms, which should have been chaotic for a long time, had barely begun when several troublesome figures crashed head-on into Martin, like hitting a steel plate, and were swiftly wiped out.
That was truly a very interesting turn of events.
"So, next, we'll see when those worlds plunged into war will finally end..."
Martin stood atop the Demonic Dragon's head, gazing down upon the entire World Tree. In the ethereal realm, a massive tree-shaped Phantom appeared before his eyes—a colossal divine tree that seemed to span the entire Universe.
"Return to Cybertron. I have some questions for you," Martin said indifferently.
Nidhogg looked resentful, but could only suppress its various malicious thoughts, sullenly flying towards Cybertron.
Earth.
The war had escalated to a fever pitch. The War Witches had forcefully besieged Kamar-Taj, clashing fiercely with numerous Earth mages. The terrifying Magic Fluctuations spread across the globe.
*Slice!*
Stephen Strange instantly flung open a Portal, bisecting a War Witch, then raised his hand to cast a defensive Magic spell, blocking several incoming dark Magic attacks.
The young Supreme Sorcerer's face was extremely grim. He looked around; these War Witches were far more troublesome than imagined, truly befitting their status as Malekith's premier force.
But other parts of the world were also not peaceful.
Large numbers of Dark Elves rushed to Earth, invading various regions worldwide. Major organizations now rallied to meet the enemy, and with war raging, the entire Earth was plunged into immense turmoil.
S.P.E.A.R., Kunlun, Atlantis, S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, Mutants... all successively threw themselves into this unprecedented war, resisting powerful enemies from the Otherworld.
Suddenly.
The numerous Dark Elves suddenly paused, then began to retreat like a tide, even with a sense of disarray and haste, as if something major had happened behind them.
"What happened? I haven't even blasted my newly developed Battle Armor yet, and this guy's already retreating?"
Tony looked surprised.
At Kamar-Taj, Stephen Strange solemnly grabbed a War Witch and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, why are you retreating?"
"Someone attacked our world. The despicable Fire Demon race betrayed us! Those filthy creatures are dead, they will suffer Lord Malekith's cruel annihilation."
The witch's face was filled with venom. Clearly, compared to the Earthlings, who were already enemies, those who were supposed to be allies but directly backstabbed the Dark Elves were far more deserving of hatred.
Stephen Strange imprisoned the witch and fell into deep thought.
Wong said in a deep voice, "These guys can't be trusted. We should build a more powerful Magic array as soon as possible."
Stephen Strange nodded slightly, his brows furrowed.
"What are you thinking about?" Mordo asked.
"I'm thinking, what role is Cybertron, which replaced Asgard, playing in this war sweeping across the World Tree? And what will Martin do in the face of this chaotic situation..."
Stephen Strange looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and ultimately said nothing. He immediately began to direct the numerous mages to collect their comrades' bodies and continuously repair the damaged Magic arrays.
Svartalfheim.
The world of the Dark Elves had long since deployed its main forces, with only the old, weak, and infirm remaining. But when Sindr, leading her terrifying Fire Demon Army, suddenly stormed in, all the Dark Elves were stunned.
"Sindr, are you mad?! You're betraying our alliance!!" A Dark Elf angrily rebuked.
The next second, he was whipped to death by Sindr.
"Alliance? Aren't alliances meant to be broken? Who doesn't know what Malekith is?"
Sindr's face was ferocious, her rage from being enslaved by Martin continuously rising. At this moment, she fully unleashed it upon these Dark Elves.
In an instant, all of Svartalfheim was engulfed in a sea of flames. Countless Dark Elves were swept over by the terrifying Fire Demon Legion, screaming as they instantly turned into balls of fire.
This was a cruel massacre, a slaughter with an annihilative nature from the very beginning. No survivors, no prisoners were left. The Fire Demons bathed in blood and wails.
"Why hasn't Lord Malekith returned yet?"
An elderly Dark Elf looked at the world turned into a sea of flames, painfully closed his eyes, and finally activated a certain machine, launching a signal containing a large amount of information.
This was something Malekith had secretly arranged. Realizing that Malekith had not returned for a long time, the elderly Elf already had suspicions and unhesitatingly activated the device.
(end of chapter)
