In the Name of the Dark Dominator

The deafening aftershocks raged, instantly tearing apart the countless Dark Elf warriors, annihilating them all in the aftershocks of this massive energy explosion. In just a few seconds, nearly half the soldiers had become dust in the air!

The power of the explosion in this small world is terrifying!

"How could you...?"

Malekith's face was very ugly.

This was the first time he had shown such an expression in front of his own army. He remembered clearly that he had personally sent Beckett and his group into the [Artificial Underworld].

He was also quite certain that none of Beckett's group possessed power surpassing his own, given his possession of the Aether. Yet, the destruction of the [Artificial Underworld] was an undeniable fact.

"My father once said that I am the center of the world. The world will stand by my side whenever I want." Beckett spread his arms and smiled arrogantly, a smile that seemed particularly irritating to Malekith.

"King!"

Having survived the massive energy explosion, Algorim, ignoring the ashes of his fallen comrades smeared on his face, looked worriedly at Malekith was floating in the air.

"Did your mother ever tell you that your father was actually mute?" Malekith mocked, his anger turning into a laugh. Beckett's smile gradually vanished upon hearing this.

No one could insult his mother, his adoptive father, no one.

Seemingly sensing Beckett's change in mood, the Energy Devouring Beast, which had been lazily perched on Beckett's shoulder, suddenly bristled, leaped down, and perched on Hela's hammer, blinking its large eyes at Beckett with a puzzled look. "Meow~"

Boom!

A surge of immense energy erupted from Beckett's body, creating an invisible storm that swept across the sky. Beckett slightly bent his knees, then exerted tremendous force with his legs, appearing in front of Malekith in the next second. His fist, enveloped in energy, slammed straight into Malekith's face!

"King!"

Algorim, as Malekith's lieutenant, was astonished and stood up to help from above, but the next second he was bent over by a warhammer falling from the sky.

"What?!"

"Your opponent is me, not that guy." Hela, her hair styled in a fighting Hela, stood in front of Algorim, her face icy cold.

Meow~

Once again "forced" to lose its foothold, the orange cat had no choice but to settle in The Other's arms. Its pink tongue would occasionally lick the Mind Stone embedded at the top of The Other's scepter. It would meow as it watched the two battlefields opened up by Beckett and Hela, observing from the sidelines with The Other.

Emerging from the [Artificial Underworld], the Chitauri Army, weapons in hand, joined the battlefield with an indomitable spirit. The clash between the steel torrent and magical flesh created a breathtaking spectacle of blood blossoms on the Svartalfheim Plains.

Above the dome, Malekith, expressionless, firmly locked Beckett's right fist, his eyes clearly catching the fleeting anger in Beckett's eyes.

"Let me guess, what's the reason?"

"Because of your mother? Or your father?"

"Fine, it doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, your fate is already sealed." A tremendous force, accompanied by Malekith's hoarse voice, struck Beckett's chest. Beckett, who couldn't see Malekith's movements clearly, could only rely on his fighting instincts to defend himself.

"Although I don't know why you were able to walk out of my [Netherworld], since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

Malekith's figure followed closely behind Beckett as he retreated, and dense dark energy erupted from his palm, causing Beckett's body to begin to fall uncontrollably.

"Your His Highness Beckett!"

The Other, holding the scepter, quickly ran to Beckett's side and reached out to help him up, but Beckett pushed him away, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

"Get out of here."

Wiping away the traces of blood from the cut at the corner of his mouth with his right hand, Beckett's figure rose into the sky once more and became entangled with Malekith.

"Your His Highness Beckett!" The Other, slumped on the ground, wanted to stop him, but his words carried no weight and Beckett paid no heed.

"Careful!"

Snap!

Malekith's right arm was firmly locked by Beckett, whose counterattack caught Malekith off guard.

"The same tricks won't work on me anymore." Beckett grinned as he looked at the dark energy so close at hand, and sent the astonished Malekith flying onto the noisy Svartalfheim Plain with a single punch.

"Hand over the Aether."

The figure dressed in a loose black Battle Suit slowly descended to the edge of the crater, looking down at the figure standing in the very center of the crater.

The latter's half-mask was shattered, revealing the hideous face that had been humiliated by Bor. The dense wounds were Malekith's eternal pain, and the scars that had not yet fully healed were now exposed to the public because of Beckett's punch.

"You... you bastard..."

Malekith twisted his neck and reached out to remove the shattered mask from his face, his scarlet eyes reflecting Beckett's figure by the pit.

"You're really ugly." Beckett rubbed his wrist, reopening a bloody wound in Malekith's heart.

"You will pay the price for your ignorance and arrogance." With a fierce crimson light shining from his eyes, Malekith's feet gradually formed a magic circle engraved with mysterious patterns. Endless black mist spread outwards from Malekith, quickly engulfing the entire Svartalfheim Plain!

"Let's wait and see."

Beckett showed no fear; on the contrary, he seemed eager to try. With a flick of his wrist, he plunged directly into the giant pit. The next second, however, he was struck as if by a heavy blow, his knees buckled, and he almost staggered to the ground.

"What is that?"

Beckett warily surveyed his surroundings, but the pitch-black fog blocked any angle from which Beckett could try to find the culprit.

"Woz, activate the Life Source Hotspot Scan."

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett." The combat assistance system activated in response, and many red life points immediately appeared on Beckett's right eye screen, and these life points were rapidly increasing over time.

Rumble!!!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the dim sky, and the World-Ending Flower from the folklore of Svartalfheim bloomed on the bodies of every Dark Elf soldier, freely spraying the fragrance of dreams.

"I once asked you if you would be willing to join forces with me. I can exchange you for power on par with the Aether."

Unfortunately, you declined.

"So, go to hell."

Boom!

A sudden clap of thunder in the sky illuminated Malekith's terrifying and ferocious face. Every Dark Elves soldier was aging rapidly, and the life force absorbed by the Dreamflower was continuously flowing into the magic circle sealing the Aether under Malekith's command.

"In my Dark World, in the name of the Dark Dominator."