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Chapter 416 Peaceful Sleep

"Sleep well!"

Just before Odin was about to unleash another thunderous strike, Malekith silently launched another attack.

This time, there were no sudden changes in the celestial phenomena, nor any surge of vast energy; there was only a low, soft murmur.

But Malekith's low murmur was like the most powerful lullaby in the world.

This low murmur seemed to transform into a gentle breeze, lingering lightly across the entire battlefield and seeping into the ears of hundreds of thousands of Asgardians.

The countless warriors fighting on the battlefield were momentarily dazed, as if they saw the quiet moonlight and the peaceful, gently rippling lake.

Their eyelids grew heavy quickly, and an overwhelming drowsiness swept over them, causing them to close their eyes on this most dangerous battlefield.

Even powerful beings like Odin and Hela were momentarily stunned by this eerie whisper, their eyelids drooping.

"Sizzle!"

Just then, Odin's spear suddenly exploded, shooting out thick, silvery-white bolts of electricity.

The powerful electric current instantly dispelled Odin's drowsiness, bringing him back to full consciousness. Relying on his strong soul and unwavering will, Odin barely managed to break free from Malekith's strange power.

But by the time he came to his senses...

To their horror, they discovered that Malekith, located a kilometer away, had already vanished without a trace.

Almost immediately after Odin, Hela, having broken free from the sedative effect, changed her expression and quickly used her sense of life to search for Malekith's whereabouts.

"The Celestial Palace!"

When Hela raised her head again, she uttered a word that made Odin pale in fear.

Even though thousands of years had passed, Odin quickly realized, thanks to the tacit understanding they had built up over the years, that the dangerous Malekith had taken advantage of his momentary lapse in attention to silently sneak towards Asgard.

Looking back suddenly.

Odin was horrified to discover that the magical barrier that Asgard should have been completely closed had silently shattered into beams of golden light.

Meanwhile, a dark elf warship crashed into the palace.

"Damn it, Frika!"

Thinking of Fryka, who was currently guarding Asgard for him, Odin's expression changed drastically, and he tightened his grip on the reins.

Realizing that Frika and Thor were in danger, Odin no longer cared about killing the despicable invaders.

Driven by intense panic and a sense of foreboding, Odin immediately chose to turn back.

As if sensing Odin's anxiety and unease, a thick stream of air gushed from the mouth and nose of Lydon, the Pegasus King whom Odin sat upon.

The next second, the airflow formed a violent hurricane, carrying King Lylton of Pegasus as he strode through the air.

In the blink of an eye.

King Lylton of Pegasus traversed a significant portion of the battlefield, transforming into a streak of bluish-white light as he plummeted towards the dazzling celestial palace.

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"Freka..."

As Odin rode his Pegasus King Lylton madly toward Asgard, Hela softly murmured the name of Queen Fryka, her eyes becoming unfocused.

Hela, who controls death, is cold by nature, but the gentle and loving woman touched a rare soft spot in her heart.

It was also one of the few sources of comfort she found in these thousands of years of history.

Although I really wanted to see Odin make a fool of himself.

I would prefer that Odin and Malekith fight to the death, each suffering severe injuries or even perishing together.

But Hela did not want the only soft spot in her heart to be affected by this war.

Thinking about this...

With a surge of boundless death energy, Hela sent all the Asgardian soldiers, ice giants, and even dark elves standing in her way flying.

Followed by.

Hela left a trail of dark green shadows on the Rainbow Bridge, rushing madly towards Asgard, the political center of Asgard, at an incredible speed.

After Hela left.

Some of the determined Asgardian warriors and the ice giants with naturally strong magic resistance slowly awoke.

Immediately afterwards, bloody slaughter once again erupted on the territory of Asgard.

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the other side.

Within the celestial palace.

A cursed elf, over three meters tall, with what appeared to be flowing magma between his body wielded seven or eight smaller cursed elves, and was slaughtering the guards of the Asgard Palace.

That's right.

It was a massacre.

This group of cursed elves, who have fused with cursed cores created by the dark elves using special technology, are unleashing incredible power in a short period of time by burning their lives and even their souls. They are slaughtering the elite guards of Asgard in a one-sided massacre.

The once-powerful guardians of the Celestial Palace.

In the hands of these cursed elves, they are like chicks, utterly vulnerable.

However, this is not surprising.

The Cursed Elves were originally the most elite and powerful trump cards of the Dark Elf race.

Dark elves who can become cursed elves are the elite of the dark elf race; otherwise, their bodies simply could not withstand the eruption of the cursed core.

And when these elite dark elves unleash their immense power at the cost of sacrificing their long remaining years, even their souls, how can it not be terrifying?

and.

Unlike the lone infiltration depicted in the movie.

This time, in order to reclaim the Aether Particles, Malekith almost exhausted all the few remaining Cursed Cores in his inventory, and even sacrificed his most powerful lieutenant, "Argorim," to create the most powerful Cursed Spirit in history.

Just then, Argolim destroyed Asgard's defense system.

A wave of energy that was very familiar to Algorim flashed past in his perception.

"This is... an ether particle."

After snapping the neck of the Asgardian guard in his hand, Argolim suppressed the wails emanating from his body and soul, relying on his faint connection to the Aether particles.

Leading the few cursed elves who followed him, he quickly headed towards the direction of the aetheric particle burst he had sensed.

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Inside the healing room of the Celestial Palace.

Jane Ford collapsed weakly in a corner of the treatment room.

Beside her lay a twisted corpse.

The corpse was originally a prisoner in the Asgardian dungeons, but unlike the other prisoners, he was a member of Asgard.

However, this guy, who had even served as Odin's personal guard, was imprisoned in the dungeon by Odin because of his cruel methods. He even went berserk and killed a comrade during a battle.

After the dark elves destroyed the dungeon cells.

Having finally escaped his prison, he rushed to the Celestial Palace healer to try and treat the injuries he sustained while being captured.

Two disobedient healers were about to be threatened by Jane, who seemed to be of high status, when Jane's etheric particles sensed the threat and suddenly erupted.

The surging aetheric energy instantly twisted the fierce former Odin guard into a pretzel.

Even many therapists in the treatment room suffered undeserved misfortune as a result.

Similarly, Jane, whose body had just experienced another burst of ether particles, was also not doing well.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness, as if her body had been completely drained, caused Jane to collapse to the ground.

And at that very moment.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded again outside the treatment room.

Upon hearing this voice, Jian Qiang perked up and looked towards the door of the treatment room.

"Squeak~~~"

next second.

The door to the treatment room was pushed open by a group of people.

Fortunately, this time it wasn't some vicious prisoner who pushed open the door, but rather Freda who had rushed over anxiously.

Upon seeing the superstar Fricka, Jane felt a sense of relief; already weak, she almost fainted.

"simple."

When the diva Fricca entered the room and saw this scene, she quickly stepped forward and helped Jane, who was about to faint.

After examining Jane's body, a magical fluctuation flashed in Queen Frika's hand, and the next second a small golden bottle appeared in Frika's hand.

Slightly open the bottle opening.

Following behind Frika, Erin smelled a rich, refreshing fragrance.

Just smelling a wisp of its scent seemed to invigorate Erin's spirits, and even her body felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

"Such a rich sense of life."

Sensing the rich life force flowing within the small golden bottle, Erin's eyes flickered, and he slowly watched as Frika fed it into Jane's mouth.

After Jane took a sip of the liquid containing intense life energy from the bottle in the hands of the diva Frika, her body, which had been ravaged by ether particles several times, seemed to regain a bit of its vitality.

Even Jane's pale complexion looked much better.

【nice one】

Upon seeing this, Erin couldn't help but take a deep look at the small bottle in Frika's hand.

As expected, Asgard, the overlord of the Nine Realms and having ruled for thousands of years, has a lot of good stuff.

After Jane's condition improved slightly.

Frika helped him up from the ground, then quickly said, "It's not safe here, come with me."

Jane, whose complexion had improved considerably but whose body was still filled with a strong sense of weakness, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."

Seemingly sensing Jane's weakness, Frika smiled and gently patted Jane's body, silently casting a spell.

next second.

Jane found that her body felt light, as if she were a feather, floating lightly without any weight.

"Walk."

Before Jane could even be surprised by the changes in Wan's body, Queen Fricca pulled the light-footed Jane along and quickly walked out of the treatment room.

And behind her.

The healers whom Asgard had trained at great expense followed behind Fricca, quickly heading towards the upper levels of Asgard.

Not long after leaving the treatment room.

Just as Fricka and her group reached the stairs leading to the upper level of Asgard.

Following the energy fluctuations of the aether particles, Argolim, who had come from the lower levels of Asgard, happened to see Queen Frika and her entourage on the next floor's staircase.

Upon sensing the immense energy emanating from Jane's body and the familiar fluctuations of the ether particles, a flicker of excitement flashed in Algorim's eyes, which had been consumed by the curse.

"Go, reclaim the Aether particle."

With a wave of his hand, Argolim immediately led the cursed elves behind him to attack Queen Frika and her entourage.

Upon seeing the cursed elf charging towards her, Selma, the head maid of Queen Frika, instantly drew her weapon.

"Queen, you go first!"

After saying this, Selma pointed to the longsword in her hand and slashed it, and immediately blue magical light began to flash on the magical longsword.

The next second, Selma's body flashed, like a nimble cheetah, and with a blue light, she slashed at Argolim, who was charging at the front.

Behind Selma, another maidservant beside Frika also drew her weapon and followed Selma, charging towards the cursed elves behind Argolim.

They were trying to buy some time for pop star Thelma.

"Clang!"

In a flash of lightning, Selma's magical longsword struck Algorim's raised arm, sending sparks flying.

"snort!"

After a burst of smoke and fire shot from his nose, Algorim, whose body had become as solid as rock and impervious to blades and spears, reached out and grasped the magical longsword that shimmered with azure light.

This also caused Selma's body to freeze in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, Algorim clenched his left fist and slammed it into Selma's abdomen.

"not good!"

With a slight stinging sensation on her skin from the oncoming gust of wind, Selma immediately released her grip on her longsword, then kicked off Algorim's hard body, sending herself flying backward.

But just as she was sent flying backward, a thick arm, which was more like a fist than a grab, caught Selma's leg with a sharp whooshing sound.

"We caught them."

Under the mask, Argolim looked at Selma, whose expression was changing wildly, and suddenly twisted his body.

It was as if he were swinging a sledgehammer, using Selma's body as a weapon, that he smashed another Asgardian female warrior behind Selma away.

"puff!"

Just as Selma couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

A fist shadow covered in black gauntlets rapidly enlarged in her eyes. Under the intense threat of death, Selma only had time to cross her arms in front of her to block.

"boom!"

After a dull thud, Selma was slammed into the wall of Asgard like a cannonball.

As the captain of Fricca's guard, Selma possesses considerable strength, but it is clear that she is far inferior to Malekith's second-in-command, who nearly ruled the Nine Realms thousands of years ago.

Not to mention, at this time, Argolim also burned his life force and carefully guarded his soul, relying on the cursed core to become the most powerful cursed elf in history.

"Selma!"

As Queen Fricka was about to head towards the upper palace, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Selma, who was embedded in the wall, her hands twisted and deformed, and barely breathing.

Then he looked at Argorim with a chilling expression.

"Queen of the Gods? You're the current Queen of Asgard?"

With a disdainful glance at Fryka, whose eyes gleamed with cold light, Algorim said, "Hand over the Aether, or I won't hesitate to let Asgard lose a queen."

(End of this chapter)