Dark Elf Awakening

Svartalfheim.

A land of endless darkness.

The dimension inhabited by the Dark Elf is here, but it has long since become a ruin. Under the cover of night, the outlines of those temples are reduced to mere ruins, as if they were forgotten corners after the Eternal Night of time.

This place has indeed been forgotten.

For thousands of years, no one has set foot on this desolate land. Deathly silence shrouds the planet in Eternity night, and howling winds sweep across the wilderness, wandering through the ruins.

Today, this world, which is not empty, seems to have suddenly become lively.

The former owner has returned, and several visitors have also arrived.

Inside the ruins temple, a massive stone coffin opened by itself, revealing a man in black armor with a pale yet sharp face, who opened his crimson eyes.

He was Malekith, the Dark Elf King who ruled the Dark World thousands of years ago.

Malekith wasn't particularly tall. He stepped out of the erected sarcophagus, glanced forlornly at the empty temple, then raised his head, his expression one of hatred and coldness. "You cannot stop me, Bor."

"Once I reclaim everything that is rightfully mine, the Nine Realms will once again be shrouded in darkness. At that time, I will make the entire Divine Realm pay for what you have done!"

Thousands of years ago, Malekith created the Aether Particle to rule the Nine Realms.

Or perhaps he somehow obtained the Reality Stone and successfully found a way to use Reality Stone, transforming the immensely powerful stone into the form of ether.

The power of the gem, which was originally so great that even contact with it would destroy a planet, became a power that anyone could wield under his control.

As long as one gets close to the ether, the ether will enter the body of the living being like blood, giving the ether bearer the powerful ability to change reality.

With this power, and in the instant when the Nine Realms converge, Malekith has the ability to plunge all dimensions into darkness, defeat any enemy, and become the true Lord of the Nine Realms!

However, before he could carry out his plan, the Aether Particle was taken away by the Rainbow Bridge.

The King of Gods at that time was Odin's father, Bor Brissen.

He stole Malekith's Aether Particle and launched a war against the world of the Dark Elf. Without the Aether Particle, Malekith was no match for the powerful Divine Realm. After his defeat, he and a large number of Dark Elf were sealed away by Bor and have been sleeping there ever since.

But everything has changed!

Malekith clenched his fists in hatred. There was no doubt that the power of the seal had weakened. Even the divine power of Bor could not Eternity. From the last moment when the Nine Realms were connected until this moment, Malekith had waited far too long. So long that the Yggdrasil had already undergone a cycle of reincarnation. Soon, the Nine Realms would be united once again, and his chance would be fleeting.

but...

"It seems to have started a little earlier than I expected."

Malekith found it strange.

Although he had long anticipated this day, some mistakes still occurred. The sealed divine power was not merely worn away by time, but there was a deeper reason that made Bor's remaining power no longer pure.

Despite his surprise, Malekith didn't think too much about it. Thousands of years is enough time to change many things, and besides, the sooner he awakens, the more he can prepare.

First, he must awaken his former people and simultaneously nurture a new race of Dark Elf.

Malekith began to try to connect his power with the Yggdrasil.

At this moment, this "dead" dimension seemed to regain life, and the Dark Elf that had been sealed away began to awaken.

From a macroscopic perspective, one can notice that on the branches of the Yggdrasil, the withered branch that originally belonged to Svartalfheim has begun to draw life force from the Yggdrasil again, with endless power flowing into it, nourishing Svartalfheim.

But soon he realized something was wrong; the power that was trying to connect with the Yggdrasil suddenly stopped.

Malekith suddenly opened his eyes, his face showing surprise and astonishment.

"Has the Yggdrasil's energy changed?"

how so?

He was stunned.

Malekith had anticipated that the world would be vastly different over five thousand years. He had assumed that Bor was probably dead, and even that Bor's son might be on his deathbed. But he never dreamed that the power contained within the Yggdrasil would actually change.

what is going on?

Who possesses such immense power that they could shake the very foundations of the Yggdrasil?

Could someone have defeated the Asgard God King?

Malekith could never have imagined that it was the Asgard God King himself who voluntarily transplanted the soil of the Yggdrasil to Legerdomain, infusing the three springs with the life force of the Energy of the Universe.

But Malekith could sense that this wasn't a bad thing.

He became excited. Energy of the Universe was insignificant in the vast energy of the Yggdrasil and did not change the trajectory of the Yggdrasil's operation, but it brought new vitality to the Yggdrasil like organic fertilizer.

This is a good thing!

Malekith realized that if his plan succeeded, he could seize the more powerful Yggdrasil and obtain the tenth world beyond the Nine Realms — the Energy World!

"No, it should be the eleventh generation."

He shook his head.

As an ancient being, Malekith knew that the original Nine Realms originally had ten dimensions, but the tenth realm had been pulled into nothingness.

Now, the new Tenth Realm has emerged, brimming with the vibrant power of new life, making him extremely eager to possess it.

Malekith showed no wariness toward this force.

The fusion of the power of the Energy of the Universe and the Yggdrasil is not a bad thing for him; he doesn't need to worry about merging the Energy of the Universe with his own power.

If you're really worried, the Yggdrasil itself was planted by Odin and his two other brothers.

He need not worry about where this power comes from, even if it originates from some Dimensional Demon God.

Malekith was well aware of the Dimensional Demon God ' lending practices; once those powers were lent out, getting them back was no longer their own decision. Only when the person who possessed the power died would that energy return on its own.

This is also why it's almost impossible for a demon to lend its power to the Asgardian.

Everyone knows that if Odin dies, it will be a huge gain, but the problem is, if you lend your power to Odin, it's uncertain who will end up dying.

They'll ride a horse, armed with the gun you gave them, and kill you, their creditor, first. Not only will they not have to repay the loan, but they'll also seize all your power.

In fact, this is pretty much the current situation of the Ancient One.

The Buzzshock woman started borrowing from all sorts of random Dimensional Demon God. The Dimensional Demon God were initially quite pleased, thinking they had stolen Vishanti's followers and would be able to profit handsomely once the woman died.

Unexpectedly Ancient One ended up with more capital than the banks that lent her money.

Now look what happened! They tried to go and collect the debt, but Ancient One beat them up.

Malekith didn't know the Ancient One, but he knew that if his plan succeeded, the Yggdrasil would be his, and this new dimension would also be his!

However, we still need to be careful.

After all, five thousand years have passed, and even the Yggdrasil has malfunctioned; no one knows what has become of Asgard.

At that moment, a commotion arose outside the temple. The awakened Dark Elf gathered and knelt in loyal worship before their king.

And... two outsiders.

"Lord Malekith, we have brought two uninvited guests."

Several Dark Mage knelt before Malekith, awaiting his command.

"Outsider?"

Malekith was taken aback. He hadn't expected that there would be outsiders in Svartalfheim, a place almost forgotten by the world. However, he wasn't too worried. As the king of Svartalfheim, although he wasn't immortal like Hela, as long as he was in his own dimension, his strength would be greatly enhanced.

This demonstrates his fearlessness towards anyone, even Bor, who wields a divine weapon and could only seal him away rather than kill him.

This is why Malekith wants to plunge all the worlds into darkness. When the Dark World envelops the Nine Realms, his power will be unmatched!

"Bring it up!"

He waved his hand, and after a while, several Dark Mage escorted two people over.

Malekith had initially thought the two were working together, but it turned out they weren't. The two sides exchanged wary glances, seemingly surprised that someone else besides themselves would come to see Malekith.

One of those two was Loki.

After learning about the Dark Elf from Ben, Loki returned to Asgard and discussed the Dark Elf with Odin.

The father and son formed a united front and decided to train Thor together. Odin wanted to train his son, while Loki simply wanted to cause trouble, see his brother suffer, and then stab him a few times to get a feel for it.

However, to properly arrange Thor, he couldn't overlook another key character— the Dark Elf.

Loki didn't know them, so he asked Odin.

However, Odin didn't actually know much about Malekith. Although Odin was already born when Bor defeated Malekith, he was more focused on fighting the Fire Demon Surtur and the giants. At that time, he was not even as old Thor, and his personality was impetuous.

Therefore, Loki decided to come to Malekith himself to obtain information.

He's an expert at being an inside man.

Unexpectedly, another group of people also had their eyes on Malekith.

As he walked, he kept sizing up the man who was almost alongside him. The man had a shark-like fin on his head, sunken cheeks, and wore a wide robe, making him look somewhat like a local from Svartalfheim.

Psyphon recognized Loki at a glance.

He had never met Loki, but Thanos had information about Loki.

Vilgax was naturally well aware of how Thanos destroyed Earth and how the Galactic Plumbers were brought to power.

"This person is from the Galactic Plumbers."

After Psyphon Loki, Cyrus made up his mind never to reveal any information about Vilgax.

Now, he needed to think carefully about how to start the conversation.

The two were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and in the blink of an eye, they were brought before Malekith. Malekith, not caring about their relationship, coldly asked...

Who are you two?

He gave one of his subordinates a look, and then a tall, ferocious humanoid monster stepped out.

At first glance, the monster looked somewhat like Black Dwarf Black Dwarf, but it was far more imposing. Its powerful body seemed indestructible, and the curved horns on its head made it look like a demon from hell.

This is the Cursed Warrior, also known as Kurse.

He is the most powerful warrior in Svartalfheim, possessing strength several times that of Thor.

Just standing there, the oppressive aura emanating from the Cursed Warrior was enough to suffocate anyone.

Loki had no doubt that if his answer displeased the other party, the guy would immediately rush up and twist his neck like a pretzel.

However, Loki's performance only becomes more courageous in situations like these.

To be honest, he quite enjoyed the feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife.

It's only satisfying to deceive such a powerful guy; otherwise, he might as well perform acrobatics in front of those mortals on Earth.

He took a step forward and bowed slightly to Malekith like a gentleman.

"Let me introduce myself," he said.

"My name is Loki Odinson, son of Odin, the current King of Asgard,"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a surge of dark energy rushing towards him like a tidal wave. Malekith's face instantly darkened, and the aura of the Cursed Warrior pressed down on him as if to tear him apart!

It could be said that the Cursed Warrior didn't kill him immediately was because Malekith was practically laughing at Loki's identity.

Odin's son?

Isn't he just Prince of Asgard?

Malekith was so angry that he looked at Loki with a strange expression.

Is this person an idiot?

What kind of prince from an enemy country would run off to his death in someone else's country?

Precisely because Loki's actions were so outrageous, he did not immediately strike. Instead, he took a few steps down from the dilapidated throne, came to Loki's side, and leaned down to grab Loki's throat.

Loki did not resist.

"Odin's son, what has brought you here to die?" he asked coldly.

Loki remained calm. Instead, he raised his head, a smile spreading across his face, his dark green hair swaying. "I have come to pledge my loyalty to you, to bring about the destruction of Asgard, and to bring about the death of Odin."

Malekith was taken aback by the answer, but quickly chuckled.

You're lying to me!

"You are Odin's son, how could you possibly submit to me?"

"You don't know this," Loki slowly raised his arm, and an ice-blue box appeared in his hand.

"The Casket of Ancient Winters!"

Malekith recognized it at a glance, and even more so Loki's gradually changing bluish-green skin.

"You are not Asgardian, you are a Frost Giant!"