The Dark Elves

As Hela spoke, the spaceship lowered a spacious gangway in an extremely high-tech fashion.

A large group of warriors wearing white terror masks emerged from the ship. Leading them was a tall, pale-faced Dark Elf with pointed ears. Beside him stood a man over 2.5 meters tall, wearing a monster mask and possessing an absurdly muscular build.

Hela saw that substantial clouds of energy swirled around the towering man. With every step he took, the energy around him grew more restless.

As a goddess of death who had spent her entire life at war, she had seen countless powerful warriors. Yet this towering figure in the monster mask felt every bit as formidable as she was.

The apparent leader, on the other hand, didn't seem dangerous to her.

Strange hung up after making who knew how many calls to Alvin. Looking somewhat dejectedly at Hela, who wasn't particularly tall, he called out, "I can't reach Alvin. The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj are on their way. Can we beat these Aliens?"

Hela glanced back at Strange and said nonchalantly, "What we need to do is deal with them, not discuss whether we'll win.

"If you're alive when the war ends, you're the victor!"

Strange frowned at the Dark Elf at the front, and the powerful warrior beside him who felt like a primeval beast. "I hope I'm the one who survives..."

As he spoke, Strange drew a circle with his finger, conjuring a portal flickering with firelight. He turned to Coulson's team and said, "You need to leave now. You won't be able to help in this fight!"

Then Strange took a few steps forward, stopping slightly behind Hela. "I kind of want to run away, too..." he muttered.

Hela gave Strange an approving glance and smiled. "You're not alone. It looks