Twelve Cursed Warriors

"No, that's impossible."

With disbelief in his eyes, Kyl examined every part of the Faceless Corpse. As one of Kortian's close comrades-in-arms, Kyl knew every feature of him intimately.

"Impossible..."

The repeated checks only resulted in Kyl collapsing to the ground in despair.

No matter how many times he checked, no matter how many times he wanted to deny it, his hands and his eyes kept telling him: the corpse in front of him was indeed his close comrade-in-arms, Kortian.

With his eyes closed and leaning against the wall, Kyl immediately recalled the figure who had sent him to the isolation room earlier; his name was also Kortian.

After a brief examination, Kyl's experience led him to preliminarily determine that the body had died twenty days prior, meaning before Kortian left the base. At that time, he, Kyl Martha, was still the commander of the base.

They murdered his former comrade right under his nose, and even stole his face...

"Kortian is Princess Hela's adjutant, which means that the enemy's target is Princess Hela ..." Kyl suddenly stood up, bent down and hugged the already stiff corpse in his arms, and walked out of this room he had never seen before.

He didn't know why the enemy didn't dispose of Kortian's body after killing him while he was eating roasted meat, nor did he know if it was just a trap set by the enemy to make them eliminate Kortian themselves. He only knew that Hela, the future Heir to the throne the throne Hela Asgard, might be in danger.

He has a responsibility and must remind her.

Holding the corpse of the Faceless Corpse, Kyl walked solemnly to the ground. He wanted to use the communication equipment in the base to contact Hela, but the icy world and countless craters that met his eyes made his expression even more grave. He saw blood, broken weapons, shattered armor, and the tomb that Hela had built herself, but he saw no intact buildings. The location of the command hall had even been razed to the ground.

"When I return, I will personally escort you into Hall of Valor in Asgard."

Standing beside the only tombstone inscribed with Asgard script, Kyl read it carefully, word by word.

Princess Hela...

Kyl clenched his fists, dug another hole next to the grave Hela had built, and buried the body he had brought out in it.

Svartalfheim, West, coordinates 361.250.

The massive fleet of warships, like a giant blunt knife, slowly sliced through the dim skyline.

The five-member Chitauri reconnaissance team, under the watchful eyes of The Other, performed a freefall from the sky, landing smoothly before surveying the terrain.

"According to our Asgardian Calendar, the Aether were sealed away long ago by my grandfather, the former King of Asgard, Bor. However, judging from the previous situation, Malekith returned to Svartalfheim after his resurrection, used some method to create a crack in my grandfather's seal, allowing him to extract and use some of the power of the Aether through the seal."

On the main ship, Hela looked out at the boundless Dark World and, based on Malekith's previous behavior, made her own speculation.

Hela always kept her public and private matters very separate. If she wanted Malekith to pay the price, a true alliance with Beckett was the best option.

"We must defeat Malekith before the Aether is completely unsealed, otherwise neither of us will be able to achieve our goals." Malekith with the Aether in hand is in her complete form, and currently, among the Nine Realms, perhaps only her father Odin can truly rival her.

Sitting in the control chair, Beckett paid no attention, flipping through "The Asgardian Calendar, Volume 3" at an extremely fast pace in front of him.

He had little interest in the historical changes of Asgard; he only wanted to read about the Dark Elves of Svartalfheim. However, the book's accounts of the Dark Elves were presented in several paragraphs interspersed within a single chapter, forcing Beckett to read on, searching for valuable clues within the limited space.

The Other, holding the scepter, intended to remind Beckett companions that they had arrived at their destination, but the next second, the warship was suddenly attacked.

Even though the fleet under Woz's control deployed its energy shields in time, the ships still swayed slightly, rescuing Beckett from his frustrating sea of studies. Casually tossing aside the book that was giving him a headache, Beckett looked up:

"Woz."

"Your His Highness Beckett, the attacker's energy composition, like that of the previous Dark Elf named Elrod, contains isotopes of the Infinity Stones."

As soon as he finished speaking, the main screen on the warship began projecting the scene on the ground.

All the Chitauri soldiers sent by The Other fell to the ground, their bodies severed, their mechanical components exploding everywhere. The Dark Elf forces stood ready for battle, their leading general completely covered in black armor, his face obscured, riding a gigantic, monstrous-looking llama.

"The Dark Elf, their regular army?" Beckett's eyes flickered as he sat in his chair, while Hela, leaning against the bed, frowned, unsure of the true nature of this leading general.

"My name is Ur, one of the twelve cursed warriors under the Dark Elf King. I have been waiting for you here for a long time on the King's orders."

"I know you can hear what I'm saying, so get down."

I will tear you to pieces with my own hands.

Ur, whose face was completely hidden on the screen, spoke with boundless killing intent, and the ram's horns of the giant beast beneath him faintly emitted a bloodthirsty red light!

"Kurse?"

Aboard the warship, Beckett pondered this unfamiliar term, and with a flick of his finger, the black cannon barrels were already aimed at Ur and his army, who were completely unprotected on the ground.

What's with all the fancy names? It's just a matter of one shot.

"Your His Highness Beckett, no. This place has an extremely high concentration of Infinity Stones isotopes; our artillery fire cannot penetrate their defenses." Woz's timely reminder made Beckett stop his finger, which was just a step away from the fire button.

"A rich concentration of isotopes? The Aether are right here?" Beckett frowned upon hearing this.

"Uncertain, Woz is unable to scan it. Your His Highness Beckett, this must be confirmed by you personally."

Woz's voice carried an unprecedented sense of frustration.

When did it encounter so many obstacles?

It can't scan this or that; if this continues, it won't be a good helper for His Highness Beckett at all.

Woz sensed a crisis, especially with The Other appearing in Beckett's life.

"That guy..." Hela frowned as she leaned against the window.

"Since you won't come down, then I'll have to do it myself." A bloodthirsty voice flowed from the black facial armor. Ur raised his arms, and the red light from the horns of the giant beast beneath him intensified, instantly staining the dim sky red!

"This is the power the King has bestowed upon me!"

An invisible force of gravity instantly distorted spacetime in this area as the words fell...

This is a power powerful enough to turn the stars!

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