The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 809: One sentence, everything is gone

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

Malekith had never been so close to death before, and Black Bolt's words almost made him die.

Malekith knew without looking back that all the soldiers behind him must have been killed. You have to know that he was wearing several layers of defensive magic and the armor he was wearing was not ordinary stuff. Even so, he almost died, let alone those ordinary soldiers.

But Malekith couldn't care less at this time. He was so seriously injured that he had to bite off a piece of flesh from the other party.

There is no word "suffering a loss" in Malekith's dictionary.

The surface of the sword, which was originally extremely black, was covered with a layer of black magic. The constantly leaping purple-black energy was daunting. Malekith guaranteed that as long as this sword hit, even the Asgardians would lose their lives.

Of course, the prerequisite is to hit the target.

The cursed sword stopped in the air one meter away from Black Bolt. No matter how Malekith sent power, the blade could not move forward.

Malekith's eyes widened as his sword pierced an invisible barrier. Only when the black magic attached to the blade was transmitted out could Malekith see an eggshell-shaped barrier.

No matter what this barrier is made of, Malekith has no way to penetrate it now. The key to a sneak attack is to escape thousands of miles away if you fail to strike in one strike. Now it is time to retreat.

What is this about never being at a disadvantage? What is this dictionary? It's not as important as your own life.

Malekith immediately let go, even throwing away the sword in his hand, and immediately decided to go into the portal.

However, Black Bolt would not give him this opportunity. He stretched out his right hand like lightning and pulled Malekith out before the portal closed.

He turned around and swung his hand, throwing Malekith towards the remnants of the dark elf army. Black Bolt stood firm and opened his mouth again.

"Goodbye."

"Buzz!"

The sound waves, which were larger than before, plowed the ground in an instant, and even the distant mountains were blown into powder. Now, not to mention the corpses, even the limbs could not be found.

"Karnak, is there any sign of life?" Cui Tan pressed the communicator and there was a reply from the other end soon.

"Except for you, there's no living creature within the aircraft's detection range. Under the king's attack, not even a corpse was left."

"It's only natural." Medusa didn't look surprised at all. This came from her understanding of Black Bolt's strength and the confidence her lover gave her.

Black Bolt turned to Medusa and telepathically told his other half all of his words, who dutifully relayed them to the others.

"It's all over. Under the king's leadership, we can return victorious. I believe that after eliminating an army, humans can resolve this crisis on their own."

Black Bolt originally wanted to help humans while keeping a low profile. Continuing to hide Attilan in the shadows could save a lot of trouble, so he chose the Dark Elf Army, which had the least fighting with humans.

If the angels or other armies with the least contact with humans were Black Bolt, he would have chosen them as his opponents. Malekith can only blame himself for this. If he hadn't been greedy for greater benefits, he wouldn't have cowered and waited for things to continue to ferment. While he was seeking greater benefits, a greater price was also waiting for him.

Apparently, he couldn't bear the cost.

Under Black Bolt's command, the Inhumans boarded the aircraft and left the battlefield. They had cleared one-third of the obstacles for humans, and the rest depended on humans themselves.

After all, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Black Bolt is the king of the Inhumans, not the king of humans. There is no need for him to stand up to protect humans. It is already the most he can do.

A race that can only rely on others for protection would be better off being destroyed once and for all.

The fact that humans have been able to survive for thousands of years is naturally unique. Whenever danger strikes, one or two peerless heroes will emerge from this seemingly mediocre race to lead people into the future.

For example, the agents of the S.H.I.E. and the soldiers of the army, with the efforts of Yang Le and the superheroes in the agency, they successfully took back the country and killed all those giants and lava monsters.

Of course, they did not stop after regaining their homeland. Based on the principle of the global village, they were sent to other invaded areas under the arrangement of the top leaders, such as the troubled United States.

The frost soldiers led by Lao Fei were completely wiped out, Sind was captured alive, his subordinates were eliminated bit by bit, Hela was driven away by Yang Le, and only the undead army was still wreaking havoc on the earth.

Malekith and the entire dark elf army were roared into pieces by Black Bolt. Now the only army left on Earth is the angel army led by the Angel Queen.

The angels have not been idle for thousands of years. Apart from constantly manufacturing weapons and improving their martial arts, the only thing they have left is to give birth to children. After all, they are trapped outside the Nine Realms and cannot join others, so they can only entertain themselves.

There has been no war for thousands of years, and angels are a long-lived race, which has led to an unexpectedly large number of angels. This is also thanks to the vast land and abundant resources of heaven, otherwise the population would have expanded long ago.

Counting only by head count, the angel army is only slightly smaller than the undead army. For example, the outnumbered frost giants are simply no match for them. Twenty angels can still defeat one frost giant with some left over.

Before the war, no one would have thought that the angels who were called warmongers thousands of years ago would actually be the ones contributing the most on the battlefield. It can be said that almost all of them were mobilized.

Coupled with their ever-increasing weapons technology over the past millennia, they have been defeating humans step by step. Even when superhumans joined the battle, the situation did not improve much.

The Asgard Alliance Army, which the S.H.I.E. had given hope to, has not arrived for some reason. If this continues, they may really have no choice but to ignore their friendly forces and launch nuclear bombs.

At this critical moment for the survival of the Earth, Yang Le took the initiative to find Franklin and Valeria and told them his bold idea.

"You want to mass-produce Green Lantern Rings?" Franklin's eyes widened.

"Humanity can only save itself." Yang Le nodded. "I just checked. The Asgardian coalition forces were blocked on their way to Earth by the giant snake."

"Orochi's plan is sound. He doesn't want humans to see the savior. As long as he can stop the Asgardians on their way, the hopeless Earthlings will be able to provide him with a steady supply of energy. Then he'll have the capital to fight Odin to the death."

Valeria immediately understood and said, "So as long as we bring hope to mankind, the snake's energy will be cut off, and then Odin can get rid of it."

(End of this chapter)