I Surrender

Malekith's jealousy of Bor and his resentment towards Asgard reached their peak the moment he saw the Death Divinity manifest in Hela.

He was unwilling to accept it. It should have been his Svartalfheim that was prosperous and powerful, and it should have been his Dark Elves that ruled the Nine Realms...

Malekith always thought that Bor was just a despicable opportunist.

"Woz, are you able to track his location?"

Just as Malekith, acting like a grandfather, was having a heated discussion with Hela about Bor, the former king of Asgard, Beckett, who had been ignored, turned his bracelet, tapped his fingers a few times on the light screen in front of him, and asked softly.

The Dark Elf before him was the reason he had traversed several galaxies to participate in the War of the Nine Realms: to capture this Dark Elf and obtain the Reality Stone that his adoptive father, Thanos, desired.

An invisible electromagnetic wave rippled outwards from Beckett, and Woz, who had been trying his best to track Malekith's exact location, had to give up after three seconds of effort.

"No, Your His Highness Beckett."

"Woz can only determine the general direction of the energy source within Malekith's body, but he has no way to pinpoint its exact location."

"Unless Your His Highness Beckett can place a miniature signal Scouter on Malekith, Woz will not be able to track his location with the existing information."

Beckett stared intently at the screen displaying countless data points. Suddenly, a sense of crisis welled up within him, and he instinctively dodged.

Bang!

Dark tentacles burst forth from beneath the ice crystal where Beckett had been standing, and Malekith, who had been catching up with Hela, suddenly turned his gaze to the incredibly fast-reacting Beckett.

"Are you trying to track my location Son of Thanos?"

Malekith, floating in the black mist, made no attempt to conceal the murderous intent in his eyes.

This is offensive to him.

He is a king, the king of the Dark Elves!

Moreover, his true form is currently sealed within the Aether. If he is tracked down, and Odin comes with the armor he possesses, it will be questionable whether Malekith will even be able to leave that ruin alive.

Although it is hard to admit, Malekith, lacking the Aether, was indeed no match for Odin when he was fully armed. This is why, after his resurrection, Malekith first brought the Vanir and the Light Elves to the opposite side of Odin.

"Aren't you an old relic that just woke up? You even know my father's name?" Beckett raised his eyes and looked at Malekith, the energy bursting from his palm forming a circular blade that directly severed the dark tentacles.

"... Your body looks quite good, making you a suitable source of nourishment for the Dreamflower."

"If you boil your body into a soup and pour it onto the Dreamflower, it might accelerate its growth."

With one hand behind his back and the other holding the roots of the Dreamflower floating in the air, surrounded by black mist, Malekith's upturned lips made Beckett disdainful.

An invisible wave of energy surged forth, and in the next instant, Beckett appeared before Malekith. His arm muscles bulged with veins, gripping Malekith's forehead tightly. A surge of immense energy erupted, flowing from Beckett into Malekith's body!

"Go to hell!"

Rumble!

The stagnant rainy night seemed poised for another downpour, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

The light rain fell to the ground, soaking Hela's body and blurring her vision.

"Innocent."

Malekith, holding the Dreamflower as if it were a balloon in one hand and with the other hand behind his back, appeared behind Beckett as if nothing had happened.

"I am the ruler of this Dark World." The black mist shrouding Malekith's lower body grew even thicker.

"And you, who are you?"

"A monkey that used trickery to make Laufey suffer?"

The drizzle gradually turned into a downpour, and the booming lightning illuminated Malekith's inherent pride and disdain. The grotesque tentacles formed from black mist swept across Beckett's back, the powerful force causing the latter to stagger.

"There are indeed many powerful beings in this universe, but you, and you, are clearly not among them." Malekith pointed at Beckett, then at Hela was now struggling to even get onto the bed.

"The ruler of darkness?" Beckett shook his hand and stomped on the tentacle that was still trying to take advantage of him.

"Woz."

"Your His Highness Beckett, please wait a moment. Woz is activating the micro tracker program."

"The program is starting up... The program has started up. Twelve locations with the same power connection as Malekith's clone have been detected."

The content displayed on the right eye screen made Beckett's eyes light up with excitement.

"What?"

Upon noticing the tracking signal, Malekith instantly severed the tracker that had somehow entered his clone.

"Father said that the way to gather intelligence in battle is never static." Beckett flicked his hand, raindrops splashing everywhere, and the sarcasm and arrogance creeping into the corners of his eyes left Malekith expressionless.

Terrifying dark energy surged within Malekith's body, and one after another, ferocious monsters with bared fangs and claws emerged from the torrential rain, their bloodthirsty roars shaking the heavens and earth.

These were monsters from the folklore of Svartalfheim, and before Malekith fully unsealed the Aether, this was the limit of what he could summon.

There were 404 Beast, each as tall as Beckett in his Great Ape Transformation form. Leading them was an eight-legged monster with a ferocious face and a pair of jet-black iron pincers, standing a full hundred meters tall!

"Kill them both, then eat them however you like."

After leaving behind a final, indifferent remark, Malekith vanished from the border.

"Roar!!!"

The Beast roared in response to the permission granted, their crimson eyes fixed on the two figures on the ground, especially Beckett, whose inexplicably vigorous life force was a deadly temptation to them.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The earth trembled at the sound of the Beast's footsteps. The Asgard soldiers, whose life force had been suppressed by Hela while waiting for the hallucinogenic gas to dissipate, were completely powerless to resist and could only let the enemy trample them.

"No!!!!"

Hela roared as she witnessed it all. The shattering of ice sculptures signified the death of Asgard soldiers, a death without any chance of resistance, all because of her "forgiveness".

What exactly... did I protect?

[Didn't this mean we didn't protect anything at all?]

Hela closed her eyes in agony, screaming hysterically, but to no avail.

[No!]

[Wrong!]

Hela suddenly turned her gaze to Beckett.

"Beckett! I want him!"

"Give it to me now!"

"Now!"

Staggering, Hela grabbed Beckett's shoulder, her face contorted with rage and guilt. Hela roared as her Mind Stone was consumed by guilt and anger.

"Who do you think you are?"

Beckett gripped Hela's right hand firmly with his left, removing it from his shoulder, his gaze icy. "I gave you a chance before, but you didn't cherish it."

"Woz, activate the warship's weapon systems, Star Destroyer Cannon, Level 2 Ready."

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett."

Beckett's cold words instantly silenced Hela's struggles, while the black cannon barrels aimed at the ground in the sky above silenced her.

She will not die, but her army will die because of her.

"Enough, I surrender." A faint whisper came from Hela's throat, prompting Beckett to reach out and stop the Star Destroyer Cannon from charging.

"What did you say?"

"I said, that's enough, I give up." Hela raised her head, composed herself, and looked directly into Beckett's eyes.

Tear!

Hela tore off a piece from her tight-fitting combat suit, which was engraved with mysterious patterns. After combing her hair into a fighting style, Hela broke off a corner of it, wrapped the broken corner in a piece of cloth, and then raised her eyes to present it to Beckett: "You won. According to the rules of Asgard, this is your spoils of war."

His waist-length black hair suddenly shortened, and Beckett's eyes reflected Hela's expressionless figure handing over the spoils, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Beckett reached out and took the unicorn horn wrapped in cloth, and a vial of green Nutrient Fluid appeared in Hela's hand.

"Don't use the Star Destroyer Cannon, I need to save people." She drank the Nutrient Fluid, which contained humiliation for her, in one gulp, and abundant power quickly recovered from Hela's body.

"Rescue people?" Beckett snapped his the Snap in a cheerful mood, and the warship's weapon systems were activated once again.

"You?!" Hela turned around and glared angrily.

"Don't worry, this time it's not Star Destroyer Cannon." Beckett's upturned smile became even more glaring in Hela's eyes.

"Plasma Cannon, Annihilation Cannon, Space Particle Beam Orbital Cannon, Positron Cannon, and so on..."

"My warships are equipped with more than just the Star Destroyer Cannon."

"Since you have sincerely submitted to me, I will naturally respond."

Hela: "..."

Thanks to [A Piao Shang] for the reward~