Unlucky Dark Elves II

London, which had revealed a strange tranquility amid its postwar clamor, gradually darkened. In space, one spaceship after another seemed to teleport into the skies above London.

In the movie, Malekith had been utterly unworthy of the aura of a final boss. A lone, pitch-black cross-shaped ship had sailed into Greenwich, with only a handful of soldiers under his command. Calling him a bandit would have been giving him too much credit.

Other than a sense of advanced technology, he had nothing going for him as a villain.

But this time was different!

The Curse Warriors and Dark Elf soldiers sent to infiltrate Asgard were only a small portion. Nearly all the rest of his forces had been gathered at his side.

Here, countless dark spaceships drifted silently across the sky. Their shadows plunged more than half of London into darkness, creating a scene even more spectacular than the Battle of New York!

Standing in the cockpit, Malekith swept his gaze over the flowing crowds in the steel forest below, then turned his head.

The adjutant immediately understood and replied, "The traces indicate that Aether particles once appeared here, but they have now been moved..."

A map of Greenwich's terrain appeared on the monitor.

"The instruments show that this is the central energy convergence point when the Nine Realms align. Odin's sons likely intend to use this location to fight us as well, so they have not taken it too far away. It is still somewhere in this human city!"

"Mm. Then find it." Having received the answer, Malekith smiled coldly.

"First, send small ships to seal off the airspace. Have the ground troops conduct a grid search!"

"Using the Dark Elves' greatest treasure against us... I have to admit, that is rather creative, isn't it?"

The adjutant nodded with