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Chapter 808 Black Bolt: This Time I Speak
Malekith admitted that even in Midgard, powerful beings occasionally emerged. However, as a noble magician, he looked down on those crude superpowers.
Moreover, no matter how strong they were, how strong could they be? Malekith was constantly opposing Asgard, and even those exaggerated Asgardian gods could not shock him. What could these weak Midgardians do?
Moving mountains and filling seas? Spatial teleportation? Element control? Magic could achieve all of these. Only those who controlled magic were true powerful beings, and Malekith firmly believed this.
Therefore, even on the battlefield, he remained so elegant. The Dark Elves who were on standby also made way for their king.
Unlike Earth, the emperors of the other Nine Realms were usually the most capable fighters in their nation. Malekith even relied on his strength to pull the previous Dark Elf King from his horse and quell the rebellion.
Don't be fooled by his refined appearance. On the battlefield, Malekith was an opponent that even Thor had to take seriously. Versatile in both literary and military arts, he was the perfect description.
"I don't remember notifying anyone to bring a jester into the army."
Malekith stopped after reaching a sufficient distance, first delivering a practiced mockery. With the blessing of magic, even in the noisy battlefield, Medusa and the others could hear him clearly.
"Jesters, you should retreat quickly. On the battlefield, I don't have time to appreciate your performance."
Malekith waved his hand, his contemptuous attitude obvious, as if he didn't take Medusa and the others seriously at all.
"How dare you speak to the great Black Bolt with such an attitude!"
Gorgon was furious, his cow hoof stomping heavily on the ground, and a fissure spread along the ground towards Malekith.
Malekith waved his hand casually, and the restless ground calmed down again with a surge, just as he said, magicians could easily control elements.
"Such a crude attack method." Malekith dusted off the dust on his body, still looking calm and composed.
"If possible, I still hope to fight someone elegant enough. After all, I will soon behead a crude Asgardian, and the same battle will bore me."
Gorgon was not too angry when he heard Malekith say this. His rage towards the latter all came from the other party's insult to Black Bolt.
A subject would die for the humiliation of his king, which was not just empty words for a loyal subject.
So he raised his leg again, about to give this guy who insulted his king a fierce blow, but was stopped by a strand of red long hair.
"Queen?" Gorgon cast a questioning gaze.
"Step back, Gorgon." Medusa's eyes also contained rage, wishing to tear Malekith into pieces, but the order from the king made her suppress her anger.
"The King wants to ‘chat’ with the other party in person."
Gorgon said nothing more and respectfully retreated to the side. Malekith then turned his gaze to Black Bolt, who had been silent from beginning to end.
"Chat?" Malekith picked his ear. "I'm sorry, I haven't heard you speak from just now until now. Is it because your voice is too small, or do you have some strange ability?"
"In order to reduce slaughter, the kind Black Bolt rarely spoke when he was young. After adulthood, he even swore an oath never to speak unless necessary."
Medusa stood beside Black Bolt, explaining to the ignorant Malekith with a proud expression.
"This kind of oath? What's the use?" Malekith was puzzled. "Could it be that I will die as soon as he speaks?"
Malekith had read about magic that killed people with language in a book. It sounded very convenient, but the price to pay was not something an ordinary person could bear.
Malekith slightly weighed the pros and cons and gave up the idea of learning this kind of magic. He might as well enhance the Fireball spell, a low-level magic, in that time.
This magic would only work when you possessed overwhelmingly powerful strength. After all, magic emphasized equivalent exchange. All seemingly unreasonable parts in magic were compensated by charm or other sacrifice.
Simply put, this magic could only be used on creatures without the strength to truss a chicken. It was useless against powerful enemies, even more useless than a chicken rib.
Malekith didn't believe that anyone would practice this kind of magic from childhood to adulthood, after all, he couldn't feel any charm from Black Bolt.
In other words, the other party was using some kind of superpower, and this superpower was triggered by sound. Then Malekith felt there was nothing to fear.
Secretly putting on several layers of defensive magic on his body, Malekith remained calm on the face, showing a look of indifference.
"You know nothing about Black Bolt's power." Medusa raised her head proudly, her appearance inexplicably similar to a certain rubber guy who publicized his teammate.
"The merciful Black Bolt is willing to give you an opportunity." Medusa continued to relay Black Bolt's words.
"As long as you take your army and roll back to your own nation, and swear never to come to Earth again, then Black Bolt can spare your life."
Malekith's expression deformed for a moment. The thing he hated most in his life was being looked down upon by others. This all stemmed from his miserable life when he was a child, those days worse than a pig and a dog.
"I'm really being underestimated." Malekith's tone was still elegant, but his expression looked strange no matter how you looked at it, and it always gave people a feeling of impending collapse.
"I've decided to use all of you as experiment items of magic, to make you spend your remaining life in pain and fear!"
Malekith flipped his wrist, and a black sword appeared in his right hand. At the same time, his left hand also condensed powerful black magic and was about to throw it out when…
Black Bolt spoke.
"Go away!"
Just one word. Starting from Black Bolt's mouth, a powerful sound wave burst out instantly. Malekith didn't even have time to figure out what happened before he was swept into it.
Not only Malekith was affected, but also the Dark Elf army standing behind him. The sound wave swept through half of the army in an instant. For a time, flying sand and stones obscured the sky and the sun, and it was impossible to see what happened in the smoke and dust all over the sky.
Black Bolt suddenly looked to his left. An unharmonious black dot appeared in his upper left. In the blink of an eye, the black dot expanded several times. A very embarrassed Malekith drilled out from it.
At this time, the Dark Elf King was no longer as elegant as before, with disheveled long hair, and let alone armor on his body, no good flesh could be found on his blood-stained body.
But the most frightening thing was Malekith's face, that crazy and resentful look was like a demon from hell.
(End of chapter)
Malekith admitted that even in Midgard, powerful beings occasionally emerged. However, as a noble magician, he looked down on those crude superpowers.
Moreover, no matter how strong they were, how strong could they be? Malekith was constantly opposing Asgard, and even those exaggerated Asgardian gods could not shock him. What could these weak Midgardians do?
Moving mountains and filling seas? Spatial teleportation? Element control? Magic could achieve all of these. Only those who controlled magic were true powerful beings, and Malekith firmly believed this.
Therefore, even on the battlefield, he remained so elegant. The Dark Elves who were on standby also made way for their king.
Unlike Earth, the emperors of the other Nine Realms were usually the most capable fighters in their nation. Malekith even relied on his strength to pull the previous Dark Elf King from his horse and quell the rebellion.
Don't be fooled by his refined appearance. On the battlefield, Malekith was an opponent that even Thor had to take seriously. Versatile in both literary and military arts, he was the perfect description.
"I don't remember notifying anyone to bring a jester into the army."
Malekith stopped after reaching a sufficient distance, first delivering a practiced mockery. With the blessing of magic, even in the noisy battlefield, Medusa and the others could hear him clearly.
"Jesters, you should retreat quickly. On the battlefield, I don't have time to appreciate your performance."
Malekith waved his hand, his contemptuous attitude obvious, as if he didn't take Medusa and the others seriously at all.
"How dare you speak to the great Black Bolt with such an attitude!"
Gorgon was furious, his cow hoof stomping heavily on the ground, and a fissure spread along the ground towards Malekith.
Malekith waved his hand casually, and the restless ground calmed down again with a surge, just as he said, magicians could easily control elements.
"Such a crude attack method." Malekith dusted off the dust on his body, still looking calm and composed.
"If possible, I still hope to fight someone elegant enough. After all, I will soon behead a crude Asgardian, and the same battle will bore me."
Gorgon was not too angry when he heard Malekith say this. His rage towards the latter all came from the other party's insult to Black Bolt.
A subject would die for the humiliation of his king, which was not just empty words for a loyal subject.
So he raised his leg again, about to give this guy who insulted his king a fierce blow, but was stopped by a strand of red long hair.
"Queen?" Gorgon cast a questioning gaze.
"Step back, Gorgon." Medusa's eyes also contained rage, wishing to tear Malekith into pieces, but the order from the king made her suppress her anger.
"The King wants to ‘chat’ with the other party in person."
Gorgon said nothing more and respectfully retreated to the side. Malekith then turned his gaze to Black Bolt, who had been silent from beginning to end.
"Chat?" Malekith picked his ear. "I'm sorry, I haven't heard you speak from just now until now. Is it because your voice is too small, or do you have some strange ability?"
"In order to reduce slaughter, the kind Black Bolt rarely spoke when he was young. After adulthood, he even swore an oath never to speak unless necessary."
Medusa stood beside Black Bolt, explaining to the ignorant Malekith with a proud expression.
"This kind of oath? What's the use?" Malekith was puzzled. "Could it be that I will die as soon as he speaks?"
Malekith had read about magic that killed people with language in a book. It sounded very convenient, but the price to pay was not something an ordinary person could bear.
Malekith slightly weighed the pros and cons and gave up the idea of learning this kind of magic. He might as well enhance the Fireball spell, a low-level magic, in that time.
This magic would only work when you possessed overwhelmingly powerful strength. After all, magic emphasized equivalent exchange. All seemingly unreasonable parts in magic were compensated by charm or other sacrifice.
Simply put, this magic could only be used on creatures without the strength to truss a chicken. It was useless against powerful enemies, even more useless than a chicken rib.
Malekith didn't believe that anyone would practice this kind of magic from childhood to adulthood, after all, he couldn't feel any charm from Black Bolt.
In other words, the other party was using some kind of superpower, and this superpower was triggered by sound. Then Malekith felt there was nothing to fear.
Secretly putting on several layers of defensive magic on his body, Malekith remained calm on the face, showing a look of indifference.
"You know nothing about Black Bolt's power." Medusa raised her head proudly, her appearance inexplicably similar to a certain rubber guy who publicized his teammate.
"The merciful Black Bolt is willing to give you an opportunity." Medusa continued to relay Black Bolt's words.
"As long as you take your army and roll back to your own nation, and swear never to come to Earth again, then Black Bolt can spare your life."
Malekith's expression deformed for a moment. The thing he hated most in his life was being looked down upon by others. This all stemmed from his miserable life when he was a child, those days worse than a pig and a dog.
"I'm really being underestimated." Malekith's tone was still elegant, but his expression looked strange no matter how you looked at it, and it always gave people a feeling of impending collapse.
"I've decided to use all of you as experiment items of magic, to make you spend your remaining life in pain and fear!"
Malekith flipped his wrist, and a black sword appeared in his right hand. At the same time, his left hand also condensed powerful black magic and was about to throw it out when…
Black Bolt spoke.
"Go away!"
Just one word. Starting from Black Bolt's mouth, a powerful sound wave burst out instantly. Malekith didn't even have time to figure out what happened before he was swept into it.
Not only Malekith was affected, but also the Dark Elf army standing behind him. The sound wave swept through half of the army in an instant. For a time, flying sand and stones obscured the sky and the sun, and it was impossible to see what happened in the smoke and dust all over the sky.
Black Bolt suddenly looked to his left. An unharmonious black dot appeared in his upper left. In the blink of an eye, the black dot expanded several times. A very embarrassed Malekith drilled out from it.
At this time, the Dark Elf King was no longer as elegant as before, with disheveled long hair, and let alone armor on his body, no good flesh could be found on his blood-stained body.
But the most frightening thing was Malekith's face, that crazy and resentful look was like a demon from hell.
(End of chapter)
