Malekith, who had delivered the divine weapon from a thousand miles away, was utterly depressed. He had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it. Not only had he failed to control Earth's leaders, he had even lost the Mind Scepter.
The faint magic power left in his body could barely cause any damage now. What was he supposed to do?
"Maybe that method could work?" A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. Following the location in his memories, he infiltrated Crete Island, Greece, and found a shrine in the deepest part of the island.
Animal skeletons killed by magic arrays could still be seen at the entrance. The place was covered in intricate secret runes and spells. Just passing through, Malekith saw more than three hundred magic crystals providing energy for the seal. The stronger one's magic was, the greater the resistance they faced, yet those with weak magic could not break through the arrangements in the core area.
It was an almost unsolvable predicament.
Malekith smiled sinisterly. His skills as a master of black magic were more than enough to crack the magic array here, and his own weak magic would not be repelled. He was the ideal candidate to break the seal.
He bit open his middle finger and used his blood to mark each of the three crucial nodes in the magic array, cutting off the flow of magic here. Then he took out a dagger and directly shattered a magic crystal at the core.
"Break free from your seal. In the name of Malekith, I summon you here, revered... Nyx, Goddess of Night?!" As if sleep-talking, Malekith froze after speaking. What was he doing? Who had he traveled all this way to save?
A low, tranquil female voice sounded