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Chapter 808 Black Bolt: This time I spoke
Malekith admitted that even in Midgard there would occasionally be people with powerful abilities, but as a noble wizard he looked down upon those crude superpowers.

Besides, how strong could they be? Malekith had been against Asgard for years. Even the exaggerated Aesir couldn't shock him, so what could these weak Midgardians do?
Moving mountains and filling the sea? Teleporting? Controlling the elements? These could all be accomplished with magic. Only those who mastered magic were truly powerful. Malekith firmly believed this.

Therefore, even on the battlefield, he was still so elegant, and the dark elves who were on high alert made way for the king they served.

Unlike Earth, the emperors of the other nine realms are usually the most capable ones in their country. Malekith relied on his own strength to overthrow the previous generation of Dark Elf King and put down the rebellion.

Don't be fooled by his gentle appearance. On the battlefield, Malekith is an opponent that even Thor has to take seriously. It is most appropriate to describe him as a man of both civil and military talents.

"I don't remember ever being told to take the Fool with me in the army."

Malekith stopped after walking a sufficient distance, and first taunted with some skillful tricks. With the help of magic, Medusa and the others could hear what he said even in the noisy battlefield.

"You'd better leave immediately, Fool. I don't have time to enjoy your performance on the battlefield."

Malekith waved his hand, his contemptuous attitude clearly visible, 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!"

The Gorgon's hair stood on end with rage, and he stomped his hooves on the ground, causing a crack to spread along the ground towards Malekith.

Malekith waved his hand, and the restless ground returned to calm again with a bulge. Just as he said, magicians can easily control the elements.

"What a crude way of attack." Malekith dusted off the dust on his body, still looking calm and composed.

"If possible, I still hope to fight with someone who is elegant enough. After all, I will be chopping off the head of a vulgar Asgardian soon, and I will get bored of the same battle."

Gorgon was not very angry when he heard Malekith say this. His anger towards the latter all came from the latter's insult to Black Bolt.

If the king humiliates his subjects, they will die. This is not just talk for loyal subjects.

So he raised his leg again, about to give a hard blow to the guy who insulted the king he served, but was stopped by a bunch of long red hair.

"Queen?" Gorgon gave her a puzzled look.

"Back off, Gorgon." There was also anger in Medusa's eyes. She wished she could tear Malekith into pieces, but the order from the emperor made her suppress her anger.

"King, we need to have a personal chat with him."

Gorgon said nothing more and stepped aside respectfully. Seeing this, Malekith turned his gaze to Black Bolt, who had not said a word from beginning to end.

"Let's talk?" Malekith scratched his ear. "I'm sorry, I haven't heard you speak since then. Is it because you spoke too softly or do you have some special ability?"

"In order to avoid killing more, the kind-hearted Black Bolt rarely spoke when he was very young. After he became an adult, he swore an oath not to speak unless necessary."

Medusa stood beside Black Bolt and explained to Malekith, who understood nothing, with a proud look on her face.

"This kind of oath? What effect does it have?" Malekith was puzzled. "Will I die as soon as he opens his mouth?" Malekith had read about the magic of killing with words in a book. It sounded very convenient, but the price to pay was not something most people could afford.

After weighing the pros and cons, Malekith gave up the idea of ​​learning this kind of magic. Instead of using that time, he might as well strengthen low-level magic like Fireball.

This magic will only work when you have overwhelming power. After all, magic is about equal exchange, and all the seemingly unreasonable parts of magic are supplemented by magic power or other sacrifices.

To put it simply, this magic can only be used against creatures that are powerless. It is completely useless against powerful enemies and is even more useless than chicken ribs.

Malekith didn't believe that someone would practice this kind of magic from childhood to adulthood. After all, he couldn't feel any magic from Black Bolt.

In other words, the other party is using some kind of superpower, and this superpower is triggered by sound, so Malekith feels that there is nothing to be afraid of.

Malekith quietly put on several layers of defensive magic on his body, with an expressionless face, pretending to be indifferent.

"You know nothing about Black Bolt's power." Medusa raised her head proudly, looking inexplicably like a rubber man who was bragging about his teammates.

"Merciful Black Bolt, I am willing to give you a chance." Medusa continued to relay Black Bolt's words.

"As long as you take your army back to your own country and swear never to come to Earth, then Black Bolt will spare your life."

Malekith's expression changed for a moment. The thing he hated most in his life was being looked down upon by others. This all stemmed from his miserable childhood, a time when he was treated worse than pigs and dogs.

"I'm really looked down upon." Malekith's tone was still elegant, but his expression looked strange, as if he was about to collapse.

"I have decided to use all of you as magical experiments and let you spend the rest of your lives in pain and fear!"

Malekith flipped his wrist, and a pitch-black sword appeared in his right hand. At the same time, his left hand condensed a powerful black magic and was about to throw it...

Black Bolt spoke.

"roll."

Just one word, and a powerful wave of sound burst out instantly from Black Bolt's mouth. Malekith was caught up in it before he even had time to figure out what was happening.

Not only Malekith was implicated, but also the army of dark elves standing behind him. The sound waves instantly swept across half of the army. For a moment, sand and rocks flew everywhere, covering the sky and the sun. It was impossible to see what was happening in the smoke and dust.

Black Bolt suddenly looked to his left, and a discordant small black dot appeared in his upper left corner. In the blink of an eye, the black dot expanded several times, and a very embarrassed Malekith crawled out of it.

The Dark Elf King at this moment no longer looked as elegant as before. His hair was disheveled, and not even a piece of good meat could be found on his body, not to mention the armor.

But what frightened people the most was Malekith's face. His crazy and resentful look made him look like a demon from hell.

(End of this chapter)