Smack!
Leo tossed the unconscious Malekith into the palace hall.
Odin also walked in, Gungnir in hand, followed by dozens of Asgardian warriors.
Looking at Malekith lying motionless on the ground, his eyes were utterly calm.
"Are there any others?"
"There shouldn't be. I only saw these two come down. The rest exploded and died aboard the spaceship."
Leo spread out a hand, and the laser gun that had originally been bound to Malekith's back flew directly into his grasp.
He began fiddling with it and said casually,
Seeing Leo's perfunctory attitude, Odin felt a flicker of anger, but quickly suppressed it.
Over the course of several thousand years, his temper had become far less explosive than before. Besides, he was old now, and Leo was not his subject.
"Malekith!!"
Thor walked in, Mjolnir in hand. The moment he saw the Dark Elf on the ground, he charged forward in fury, wanting to destroy Malekith with Mjolnir.
But Odin stopped him.
"Thor! Stand down!"
"Yes, All-Father."
Although Thor was extremely unwilling, he could only walk away angrily in the face of Odin's command.
"Thor, you're injured? Come here and let me take a look."
Leo directly stored the gun in his Storage Space, then waved at the somewhat battered Thor.
"No need. I'm fine. This little injury will heal in a while."
Thor was a little embarrassed and pretended not to care.
His expression, however, had become much more composed. This battle had made him understand many things, and he had finally begun to develop thoughts of his own.
"Take him to the dungeon."
Odin said this in a deep voice, and two men immediately came forward to take the unconscious Malekith away.
The Cursed Warrior was dead, and the Dark Elves' last spaceship had also been destroyed by Leo.