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Chapter 809 One sentence, turned to ashes
Close, so close.
Malekith had never been so close to Death before. Black Bolt's one word almost made his life flash before his eyes.
Without looking back, Malekith knew that the Soldiers behind him must have all died. He knew he had several layers of Defensive Magic on him, and the Armor he wore was not ordinary. Even he was almost killed, let alone those ordinary Soldiers.
But Malekith couldn't care about so much at this moment. He had suffered such heavy injuries, so he had to bite off a piece of flesh from the other side.
In Malekith's dictionary, there were no words for "taking a loss."
The surface of the already pitch-black Sword was covered with a layer of Black Magic. The constantly pulsating purplish-black Energy was daunting. Malekith guaranteed that if this Sword struck, even an Asgardian would lose their Life.
Of course, the premise was that it had to hit.
The Cursed Sword stopped in the Air one meter away from Black Bolt. No matter how Malekith channeled Power, the Sword Blade could not move forward.
Malekith widened his Eyes. His Sword Blade had stabbed into an invisible Barrier. Only when the Black Magic attached to the Sword Blade was conducted outwards could Malekith see an eggshell-shaped Barrier.
Regardless of what this Barrier was made of, Malekith had no way to break through it now. A Sneak Attack was about striking once and fleeing a thousand miles if unsuccessful. Now was the time to retreat.
What "never take a loss"? What "dictionary"? None of that was as important as his own Life.
Malekith immediately let go, not even wanting the Sword in his hand anymore. He decisively wanted to drill into the Portal.
However, Black Bolt would not give him this Opportunity. He lightning-fast extended his Right Hand and actually pulled Malekith out before the Portal closed.
Turning around and swinging his Hand, he threw Malekith towards the direction of the Dark Elf remnants. Black Bolt stood firm and opened his Mouth again.
"Goodbye."
"Buzz!"
The Sound Wave, with a larger range than before, instantly plowed through the Ground. Even the distant Mountain was blasted into Powder. Now, not to mention Corpses, even Limbs could not be found.
"Karnak, are there any Life Signs left?" Triton said, pressing the Communicator. A Reply quickly came from the other end.
"Apart from you, no living things can be detected within the Detection Range of the Aircraft. Under the King's Attack, they can't even leave behind Corpses."
"This is only natural." Medusa looked unsurprised. This stemmed from her understanding of Black Bolt's Strength, the confidence her lover gave her.
Black Bolt turned to look at Medusa, conveying all his Words to his other half through Telepathy. The latter dutifully relayed them to the others.
"It's all over. Under the King's leadership, we can return in triumph. I believe that after eliminating an Army, Humans can solve this Crisis themselves."
Black Bolt originally wanted to help Humans in a low-profile manner. Continuing to hide Attilan in the Shadow could save a lot of Trouble. That's why he chose the Dark Elf Army, which had the least conflict with Humans.
If the Angels, or any other Army, had the least contact with Humans, then Black Bolt would have chosen them as opponents. This could only be blamed on Malekith himself.
If he hadn't been greedy for greater Benefit, he wouldn't have shrunk back and waited for things to continue ferment. While plotting for greater Benefit, a greater Price was also waiting for him.
Obviously, he failed to bear the Price.
Under Black Bolt's Order, the Inhumans boarded the Aircraft and left the Battlefield. They had cleared one-third of the obstacles for Humans. The rest could only depend on Humans themselves.
After all, it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish. Black Bolt was the King of the Inhumans, not the King of Humans. There was no need for him to stand up and defend Humans. Being able to do this much was already the limit of benevolence and righteousness.
A Race that can only rely on others for Protection might as well be truly destroyed once and for all.
But Humans have been able to inherit for thousands of years, naturally having their own unique qualities. Whenever a Crisis descends, this seemingly ordinary Race will produce one or two peerless Heroes to lead people towards the Future.
For example, the Agents of the S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Soldiers of the Army. With the Efforts of Yang Le and the Superheroes within the Bureau, they successfully recovered their homeland, and all those Giants or Lava Monsters were beheaded.
Of course, after recovering their homeland, they did not stop. Based on the principle of "Earth Village," they were dispatched to other invaded areas under the arrangement of the higher-ups, such as the disaster-stricken America.
Laufey's Frost Giant Soldiers were completely annihilated, Sindr was captured alive, and his Subordinates were also being cleared out bit by bit. Hela was driven away by Yang Le, leaving only the Undead Army still raging on Earth.
Malekith and the Dark Elf Army were all turned into Powder by Black Bolt's roar. Now, the only Army left on Earth was the Angel Army led by the Angel Queen.
The Angels haven't been idle for the past few thousand years. Besides constantly manufacturing Weapon Technology and honing their Martial Arts, they've only had childbearing left. After all, being trapped outside the Nine Realms and unable to join others, they could only entertain themselves.
For thousands of years, there has been no Flames of War. Angels are also members of a long-lived Race, which has led to an unexpectedly large number of Angels. It's also thanks to Heaven being vast and rich in resources, otherwise, it would have long been overpopulated.
Just counting heads, the Angel Army is only slightly smaller than the Undead Army. Races with fewer people like the Frost Giants are simply incomparable to them. Twenty Angels could fight one Frost Giant and still have some left over.
Before the War, no one had expected that the Angels, who were called warmongers thousands of years ago, would actually be the ones contributing the most on the Battlefield, almost as if they had mobilized their entire force.
Coupled with their constantly rising Weapon Technology over thousands of years, they have been defeating Humans in successive battles. Even the Superhumans joining the Battle has not improved the Situation much.
And the Asgardian Allied Forces, on whom the S.H.I.E.L.D. placed their Hope, have not arrived for some unknown reason. If this continues, they may really have to ignore friendly forces and launch Nuclear Bombs.
At this critical moment of Earth's Life and Death, Yang Le took the initiative to approach Franklin and Valeria, telling them his bold Idea.
"You want to mass-produce Green Lantern Rings?" Franklin widened his Eyes.
"Humans can only save themselves." Yang Le nodded. "I just went to see. The Asgardian Allied Forces are blocked by the Great Serpent on their way to Earth."
"The Great Serpent's calculation is good. He doesn't want Humans to see the Savior. As long as he blocks the Asgardians on the road, then the hopeless Earth Humans can provide him with a continuous stream of Energy. At that time, he will have the Means to fight Odin to the Death."
Valeria immediately understood and said, "So as long as we bring Hope to Humans, then the Great Serpent's Energy will be cut off. Then Odin can deal with the Great Serpent."
(End of Chapter)
Close, so close.
Malekith had never been so close to Death before. Black Bolt's one word almost made his life flash before his eyes.
Without looking back, Malekith knew that the Soldiers behind him must have all died. He knew he had several layers of Defensive Magic on him, and the Armor he wore was not ordinary. Even he was almost killed, let alone those ordinary Soldiers.
But Malekith couldn't care about so much at this moment. He had suffered such heavy injuries, so he had to bite off a piece of flesh from the other side.
In Malekith's dictionary, there were no words for "taking a loss."
The surface of the already pitch-black Sword was covered with a layer of Black Magic. The constantly pulsating purplish-black Energy was daunting. Malekith guaranteed that if this Sword struck, even an Asgardian would lose their Life.
Of course, the premise was that it had to hit.
The Cursed Sword stopped in the Air one meter away from Black Bolt. No matter how Malekith channeled Power, the Sword Blade could not move forward.
Malekith widened his Eyes. His Sword Blade had stabbed into an invisible Barrier. Only when the Black Magic attached to the Sword Blade was conducted outwards could Malekith see an eggshell-shaped Barrier.
Regardless of what this Barrier was made of, Malekith had no way to break through it now. A Sneak Attack was about striking once and fleeing a thousand miles if unsuccessful. Now was the time to retreat.
What "never take a loss"? What "dictionary"? None of that was as important as his own Life.
Malekith immediately let go, not even wanting the Sword in his hand anymore. He decisively wanted to drill into the Portal.
However, Black Bolt would not give him this Opportunity. He lightning-fast extended his Right Hand and actually pulled Malekith out before the Portal closed.
Turning around and swinging his Hand, he threw Malekith towards the direction of the Dark Elf remnants. Black Bolt stood firm and opened his Mouth again.
"Goodbye."
"Buzz!"
The Sound Wave, with a larger range than before, instantly plowed through the Ground. Even the distant Mountain was blasted into Powder. Now, not to mention Corpses, even Limbs could not be found.
"Karnak, are there any Life Signs left?" Triton said, pressing the Communicator. A Reply quickly came from the other end.
"Apart from you, no living things can be detected within the Detection Range of the Aircraft. Under the King's Attack, they can't even leave behind Corpses."
"This is only natural." Medusa looked unsurprised. This stemmed from her understanding of Black Bolt's Strength, the confidence her lover gave her.
Black Bolt turned to look at Medusa, conveying all his Words to his other half through Telepathy. The latter dutifully relayed them to the others.
"It's all over. Under the King's leadership, we can return in triumph. I believe that after eliminating an Army, Humans can solve this Crisis themselves."
Black Bolt originally wanted to help Humans in a low-profile manner. Continuing to hide Attilan in the Shadow could save a lot of Trouble. That's why he chose the Dark Elf Army, which had the least conflict with Humans.
If the Angels, or any other Army, had the least contact with Humans, then Black Bolt would have chosen them as opponents. This could only be blamed on Malekith himself.
If he hadn't been greedy for greater Benefit, he wouldn't have shrunk back and waited for things to continue ferment. While plotting for greater Benefit, a greater Price was also waiting for him.
Obviously, he failed to bear the Price.
Under Black Bolt's Order, the Inhumans boarded the Aircraft and left the Battlefield. They had cleared one-third of the obstacles for Humans. The rest could only depend on Humans themselves.
After all, it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish. Black Bolt was the King of the Inhumans, not the King of Humans. There was no need for him to stand up and defend Humans. Being able to do this much was already the limit of benevolence and righteousness.
A Race that can only rely on others for Protection might as well be truly destroyed once and for all.
But Humans have been able to inherit for thousands of years, naturally having their own unique qualities. Whenever a Crisis descends, this seemingly ordinary Race will produce one or two peerless Heroes to lead people towards the Future.
For example, the Agents of the S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Soldiers of the Army. With the Efforts of Yang Le and the Superheroes within the Bureau, they successfully recovered their homeland, and all those Giants or Lava Monsters were beheaded.
Of course, after recovering their homeland, they did not stop. Based on the principle of "Earth Village," they were dispatched to other invaded areas under the arrangement of the higher-ups, such as the disaster-stricken America.
Laufey's Frost Giant Soldiers were completely annihilated, Sindr was captured alive, and his Subordinates were also being cleared out bit by bit. Hela was driven away by Yang Le, leaving only the Undead Army still raging on Earth.
Malekith and the Dark Elf Army were all turned into Powder by Black Bolt's roar. Now, the only Army left on Earth was the Angel Army led by the Angel Queen.
The Angels haven't been idle for the past few thousand years. Besides constantly manufacturing Weapon Technology and honing their Martial Arts, they've only had childbearing left. After all, being trapped outside the Nine Realms and unable to join others, they could only entertain themselves.
For thousands of years, there has been no Flames of War. Angels are also members of a long-lived Race, which has led to an unexpectedly large number of Angels. It's also thanks to Heaven being vast and rich in resources, otherwise, it would have long been overpopulated.
Just counting heads, the Angel Army is only slightly smaller than the Undead Army. Races with fewer people like the Frost Giants are simply incomparable to them. Twenty Angels could fight one Frost Giant and still have some left over.
Before the War, no one had expected that the Angels, who were called warmongers thousands of years ago, would actually be the ones contributing the most on the Battlefield, almost as if they had mobilized their entire force.
Coupled with their constantly rising Weapon Technology over thousands of years, they have been defeating Humans in successive battles. Even the Superhumans joining the Battle has not improved the Situation much.
And the Asgardian Allied Forces, on whom the S.H.I.E.L.D. placed their Hope, have not arrived for some unknown reason. If this continues, they may really have to ignore friendly forces and launch Nuclear Bombs.
At this critical moment of Earth's Life and Death, Yang Le took the initiative to approach Franklin and Valeria, telling them his bold Idea.
"You want to mass-produce Green Lantern Rings?" Franklin widened his Eyes.
"Humans can only save themselves." Yang Le nodded. "I just went to see. The Asgardian Allied Forces are blocked by the Great Serpent on their way to Earth."
"The Great Serpent's calculation is good. He doesn't want Humans to see the Savior. As long as he blocks the Asgardians on the road, then the hopeless Earth Humans can provide him with a continuous stream of Energy. At that time, he will have the Means to fight Odin to the Death."
Valeria immediately understood and said, "So as long as we bring Hope to Humans, then the Great Serpent's Energy will be cut off. Then Odin can deal with the Great Serpent."
(End of Chapter)
