Welcome to the World of the Dead

An invisible pressure surged from all directions, causing the countless warships to tremble and struggle, but ultimately to no avail. Leaning against the window, Hela frowned, her arms outstretched, two longswords embedded in the ground to maintain her balance.

"How is this possible...?"

Hela stared intently at the Kurse who called himself Ur on the screen, her eyes filled with solemnity.

"Warning! Warning! Your His Highness Beckett, the warship is being subjected to an invisible gravitational force and is falling uncontrollably!"

"Alarm, alarm..."

Inside the main ship, Woz's alarm sounded amidst blinding sparks of electricity, and the out-of-control warship plummeted in the direction Ur's arms were moving on the ground.

"Activate the Magus Power System." A flicker of surprise crossed Beckett's eyes as he calmly reached out and unlocked the warship's highest-level propulsion system on the control screen in front of him.

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett." Having received authorization, Woz immediately activated the extremely energy-intensive propulsion system. With the aid of the new system, the sinking warships regained their balance, preventing a large-scale loss of life and property.

"Prepare for landing, Woz."

After restoring the warship's balance, Beckett stood up from the control chair and stretched his wrists.

The Magus Power System consumes too much energy, and prolonged operation could easily deplete the warship's power. In the absence of recharging facilities in Svartalfheim, the Chitauri Army under Beckett's command would inevitably suffer a severely reduced movement speed.

In this situation, the fastest and simplest solution is...

The main ship's hatch slowly opened, and Beckett, clad in silver armor, vanished from the warship in an instant.

Its speed was so fast that it resembled a silver streak, and in the blink of an eye, it floated in front of the Dark Elf led by Ur.

"Disappear."

Looking down at everything below, Beckett raised his right hand, and a silver-white energy beam erupted, slamming straight down to the ground!

Ul, who had expected Beckett to ask a few more questions before making a move, suddenly changed his expression under his Ur armor, and thick black mist erupted from his arms.

A blackened Crystal wall stretched across the sky, blocking all the energy rays that Beckett casually unleashed!

Rumble!!!

The scattered energy fragments landed on the ground, raising dust in the air.

"Huh? What's this?"

Upon seeing this familiar move again, Beckett raised an eyebrow. The invisible shockwave beneath his feet, driven by the energy within his body, transformed into a roaring Beast, constantly crashing against the Crystal wall, but all of it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, leaving no trace.

"A wall that even the gods sigh over."

With a somber expression, Hela walked step by step to Beckett's side, her eyes filled with hostility as she looked at Ur.

"That's impossible, how could you possibly do that?"

"Daughter of Odin, there are many things you don't know." Ur laughed, and the horns of the giant beast beneath him once again emitted a dazzling red light. The ear-piercing howl made The Other, who was still on the warship, cover his ears.

"Then I will make you explain everything clearly, in detail."

The surging energy formed a crimson-gold longbow in Hela's hands. She drew the bow, nocked an arrow, and though her long, dark hair no longer reached her waist, it still fluttered in the dazzling golden light.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow pierced the sky, its golden tail melting the dark walls before finally falling helplessly to the ground. Like fireworks after their brilliance, it vanished without a trace.

"It's no use." Ur's face, clad in black armor, grinned maliciously.

"This is the power bestowed upon me by the King, far surpassing anything your decaying Asgard can offer!"

After a sinister laugh, the ancient incantation began to be chanted, and the thick black mist gradually obscured the last faint glimmer of light in the sky.

A jet-black greatsword materialized in Ur's hand, its tip, gleaming with a cold light, pointing directly at Beckett and Hela not far away.

"Die! Die under the magic that Asgard is so proud of!" With a sneer, Ur swung his longsword, which passed through the wall without any hindrance, and slashed towards the direction where Beckett and Hela were.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared on the earth shrouded in darkness.

"How is this possible?!"

Silvery-white energy flames continued to expand around Beckett, and the disdainful curve of the latter's lips caused the smile on Ur's face to gradually freeze.

Beckett easily blocked the jet-black greatsword.

"I have a general understanding of your superficial understanding of energy circulation structure and methods."

Before the words were even finished, the five fingers of the right hand gripping the jet-black greatsword suddenly erupted with intense energy, causing the greatsword to instantly disintegrate into fragments, each piece withering away...

???!!!

Where are the Aether?

With an air of nonchalance, Beckett stepped over the shards and walked towards Ur: "Or rather, where is Malekith?"

Buzz!

Sensing something was wrong Ur raised his hands, and the black mist on the Crystal wall gradually spread to the four corners.

"Tell me, Malekith, or the location of the Aether."

Beckett's right hand plunged directly into the Crystal wall shrouded in black mist. He curled his fingers into a claw, and his energy-covered right palm continuously pulled at the Crystal Wall in front of him.

"Wh... what?"

Ur, who was channeling energy through his arms to maintain the Crystal Wall, was horrified to discover that his body was being uncontrollably pulled into the deformed Crystal wall!

"This... no... impossible..."

Ur's body, which was plunged into the Crystal, kept expanding and contracting as the Crystal twisted and deformed, and his intermittent words were full of terror.

"You... you... what... what is it?!"

Snap!

After Beckett completely destroyed the internal energy structure of the Crystal Wall, it shattered into pieces in an instant.

Ur, who was pulled into the Crystal, was able to breathe the fresh air of Svartalfheim again.

"The Aether is the supreme treasure of our world, you—"

Before Ur could finish speaking, Beckett stomped him into the mud. The shattered armor left bloody gashes on his skin.

"I'd like to accept this treasure of the world. Is there a problem?"

Gazing down at the struggling figure buried in the earth, Beckett released his grip on the latter, and a familiar face instantly came into view.

"Kortian?!"

Hela, who was drawing her bow and Hela not far away, paused, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"My name is Ur." Ur coughed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He staggered and tried to stand up, but Beckett kicked him back to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Lying on the ground, panting heavily, Ur shakily raised his bloodied arms, the purple Dreamflower mark faintly visible. Not far from him, the Dark Elf soldiers, relentlessly shot down by Hela, were few in number.

"You really look disheveled, Ur."

A flurry of purple petals severed the crimson-gold arrow in half, and amidst the mournful cries of the Dark Elf soldiers, a male and a female figure, both clad in jet-black armor, slowly appeared before Beckett and Hela.

The woman swaying her hips had long, flowing, jet-black hair like Hela, and her pale face was adorned with strikingly eerie purple eyes; while the man beside her was burly, with a square-shaped face.

"Aura, Vilruzz, you're too slow."

Only when his helpers arrived as promised did Ur, who was panting, finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Is it too late? I don't think so. Isn't this just right?" The square-faced Vilruzz stopped in his tracks, as if a demonic growl came from behind him.

"Vilruzz is right, didn't we just happen to arrive in time?" The woman with purple eyes smiled, the purple bouquet in her hand resembling the Dreamflower that had previously ravaged the Asgard encampment.

The intense aura of death, along with the flowers in Aura's hands, created a brand new paradise.

"Welcome to the world of the dead, Beckett, Hela."

Thanks to [Wu Tong Lonely Locks the Qingqiu in the Deep Courtyard], [Yan Mo Lifetime Recommendation], and [Sighing in vain] for the rewards~