Execution Ground in the Graveyard

"Malekith, how did things go?"

In the dark and gloomy palace of Svartalfheim, the phantom of the Frost Giant King Laufey was projected onto Malekith through the communication device.

"Unfortunately, Thanos's son, like his father, rejected our proposal. For the safety of our Nine Realms Alliance, I have no choice but to send him to the graveyard of our Dark Elves along with Hela, daughter of Odin."

Malekith, sitting on his throne, spoke with a hint of regret.

If possible, he didn't want to offend Thanos of the Dark Order for the time being. But unfortunately, the Aether was an irreconcilable conflict between them.

The place he called a cemetery was more accurately described as a gallows than a cemetery.

The Aether altered reality, transforming a portion of Svartalfheim into a structure similar to the Netherworld of Helheim. They then summoned the Dark Elf from its memories and stored them there to await the arrival of enemies.

Altering reality, creating virtual reality—that's what makes the Aether so terrifying.

In this area, which resembles the Helheim, once their strength is exhausted, all that awaits them is death—the death of being torn apart by the spirits who have died in wars over thousands of years!

Human resources are sometimes limited.

Even Odin, the strongest being in the Nine Realms, has moments when his energy is depleted, let alone Beckett and Hela, these two young people.

Unless the power limit breaks through the energy field set up by Malekith, who wields the Aether, whoever is in this graveyard will be trapped there forever.

Over the years, Malekith has sent countless enemies he was too lazy to deal with into his lair, and without exception, they have all turned into ashes, quietly nourishing the land of Svartalfheim.

"In that case, let's prepare for the final battle."

Laufey sat on the throne with a cold expression.

Thanos, Odin's ally, is still far away in the Centaurus Galaxy within the Nine Realms, and the son he sent has already been dealt with clearly.

This protracted war Nine Realms is finally coming to an end.

"Here it is...?"

Beckett, who had been engulfed by the dark torrent, opened his eyes to a desolate scene.

Broken bricks and tiles were scattered everywhere, and the grass at the corners of the walls had long since turned yellow and withered. The surrounding environment looked like a long-abandoned garbage dump.

"Your His Highness Beckett, the energy reaction here is strange," Woz reminded him after diligently scanning the surroundings, and a thumbnail of the terrain appeared before Beckett's eyes.

"Is this... Helheim?"

Hela, who was also looking around, was clearly more knowledgeable than Beckett. Having been familiar with the history of the Nine Realms since childhood, the more she looked at this desolate land, the more familiar it seemed.

"Helheim?"

"One of the Nine Realms, the most unique existence among our Nine Realms."

"Because this is the realm of the dead." Hela's face was grim. Even the Bifrost of Asgard cannot easily reach Helheim at this stage, so why could Malekith send them all in with a wave of his hand?

This is something even her father, Odin, couldn't do.

Hela refused to believe that Malekith's power had now surpassed that of her father, Odin; otherwise, the Nine Realms Alliance wouldn't be having such a difficult time.

"The realm of the dead?"

As Beckett pondered Hela's words, he glanced behind him. The Other was still unconscious, and his warships were damaged in the dark torrent and could no longer be started.

"Where is the undead?" The scepter inlaid with the Mind Stone was taken from The Other's hand. The Mind Stone, which had been silent in The Other's hand, suddenly shone brightly. Affected by this light, The Other, who was in a coma, was instantly awakened.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? I've never been to Helheim." Hela replied irritably. The next second, a strange figure suddenly flashed past her eyes!

???

In shock, Hela swung her sword, but missed.

"Perhaps you should shut your mouth." A dense army of undead surged in from all directions. Hela turned around and glared fiercely at Beckett, who was holding the scepter.

"Your His Highness Beckett, this—Aaaaaaah!!!"

Before The Other could finish speaking after waking from his coma, he was terrified by the dense horde of undead before him and began to scream repeatedly!

"Shut up." Beckett's cold words silenced The Other's voice.

"Something's not right. These undead... how come they're all Dark Elves?" Hela's face instantly darkened as she recognized the armor on the undead's bodies. She had a very bad feeling.

"Asgardians, die!"

The undead army, fueled by thousands of years of resentment, surged into the sky and crashed down on Hela and Beckett's trio on the ground.

Damn it!

Hela cursed under her breath, and unleashed a barrage of weapons behind her, which passed right through the bodies of the undead without causing them even the slightest harm.

Boom!

The energy emanating from Beckett's fingertips passed through the corpses of the undead army and fell onto the nearby hills, shattering rocks and filling the air with dust.

"Tsk, can it regenerate?"

Seeing the undead army, which had been scattered by the energy, regenerate in just a second, Beckett's face darkened. He unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, carrying away the undead soldiers that were once again rushing towards him.

A second later, the undead are resurrected again, endlessly and without end.

"These are all Dark Elf soldiers who died in battle under Malekith's rule!"

"Does that bastard Malekith want us to die from exhaustion?"

Hela's face darkened as she switched to using magic to blast the undead soldiers. It was a shameless tactic, but she had to admit it was incredibly effective.

This endless cycle of resurrection is clearly an attempt to wear them down to death.

"Woz, analyze their energy composition."

"The Other, awaken the soldier who has fallen into a coma."

Beckett had now transformed into a human-shaped free-for-all turret, gave a solemn command.

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett!"

"Woz is analyzing..."

The undead bodies scattered by Beckett condensed again, and this repeated several times. When the densely packed Chitauri army regrouped, Woz's analysis results greatly disappointed Beckett.

A special magical structure, outside Beckett's scope of business.

"Ms. Hela."

Knowing that Beckett knew nothing about magic, Woz directly gave the analysis results to Hela, who was now using magic to blast away the undead.

Only magic can fight magic. In a sense, at least in the current situation, this is indeed the truth, even if Beckett wanted to deny it.