A Very, Very Old Meme

Boom boom boom—

The Dark Elves's warship was blasted open by the treacherous crystal, losing its energy shield and becoming an easy target, with continuous explosions inside.

Then it was bombarded again by a barrage of beams of light, the surface of the ship shook violently, and fragments flew everywhere due to the continuous internal explosions.

Whoosh whoosh!!

The warship teetered on the brink of collapse, and twenty black fighter jets took off, fleeing towards the edge of the asteroid belt.

The Chitauri's three warships were well-prepared, with hundreds of small fighter jets following behind, ready to fight to the death.

Half an hour later!

Zereel received a report from his subordinate and bowed to Russell, saying, "My master, the enemy aircraft has been forced to land on a nearby planet by our side, and the enemy ship's captain requests negotiations."

"Negotiation?"

"Yes, the enemy ship's captain was willing to pay to save his life."

"Can!"

On the green, pristine planet's surface, seven or eight damaged black fighter jets crash-landed. Malekith, his lieutenant Algrim, and hundreds of Dark Elves were disarmed and crouched on the ground with their hands behind their heads.

In mid-air, more than fifty fighter jets circled back and forth, ready to end the lives of Dark Elves who dared to resist with a single barrage of fire.

"Chief, they are not Asgardians!"

The adjutant Algrim, wore a strange expression. If he had known they weren't mortal enemies, he should have negotiated peacefully from the start. Now, most of his already small tribesmen had died in vain, and the rest were taken prisoner.

Malekith was saddened and did not hear his lieutenant's complaints; he was grieving for the future of the Dark Elves.

After slumbering for thousands of years, the Dark Elves awoke to find that their interstellar civilizations had made a giant leap forward in technology. Their warships were now obsolete, their once-proud energy shields were easily pierced, and they couldn't even defeat a group of unknown forces, let alone contend with Asgard.

Boom boom————

As the three giant warships reached mid-air, they released a dense swarm of small fighter jets, which gathered like locusts above the Dark Elves' heads. One of the warships landed on the ground, and Russell emerged with a group of lackeys.

"Huh, Dark Elves?"

Russell exclaimed in surprise, "How did the Dark Elves get out? They should still be sleeping."

At that moment, he finally understood that there was no treasure in the asteroid belt, only a group of Dark Elves that he had awakened.

I feel so embarrassed!

Malekith's heart skipped a beat. The Dark Elves had disappeared for thousands of years, and to be recognized the moment they reappeared was not a good sign.

"I am Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves. May I ask your name?"

"Oh, you're Malekith?"

Russell remembered this person; the villain in the movie * Thor: The Dark World: The Dark World*, who got a good beating from Thor and Loki's mother. If he hadn't later obtained the Reality Stone, he would definitely have been the weakest villain, with less presence than his underlings.

While watching the movie, Russell felt it was very illogical. Asgard was the guardian of the Nine Realms, and Odin was a powerful figure who commanded respect in his own right. Yet, a single warship breached the kingdom's gates, and even the royal palace fell.

Now that Russell has destroyed the warship, it's almost certain that the movie's Odin deliberately let it go. Because he was nearing the end and eager to gain glory for his son, he allowed the Dark Elves to advance unimpeded.

But despite all his careful planning, he overlooked one crucial detail and ended up losing his wife.

Another point, which Russell wanted to mention a long time ago, is that the name Malekith is so bad that people who don't know the context might think it's a joke, and a very, very old one at that.

"Do you know me, sir?" Malekith felt a sense of foreboding as Russell called him by name and scrutinized him with a strange look.

"I don't recognize him..." Russell shook his head repeatedly, then ordered his men, "Men, beat him! Beat him to death!"

Russell hated elves the most. He originally wanted to kill them outright, but considering Malekith and the others were ugly, he decided to beat them half to death.

Whoosh!

More than three hundred Chitauri soldiers stepped forward, three of them surrounding a Dark Elves and pinning him to the ground, beating him mercilessly. Screams echoed throughout the room. The dark elves, unarmed and with the dark Dark Elves of guns pointed at them, cursed inwardly but dared not retaliate.

Malekith and his adjutant Algrim were exceptionally skilled; even without retaliating, the Chitauri soldiers could not touch them simply by relying on their agile footwork.

"Hmph, not bad skills!"

Russell waved his hand, and twelve Winter Soldier stepped forward, forming small groups of six, and surrounded the two Dark Elves leaders.

The Winter Soldier was many times stronger than the artificially grown Chitauri clones. The six of them worked together and quickly subdued Malekith and his lieutenant.

"Sir, I'm here to negotiate, don't push your luck!"

Malekith was pinned to the ground by the Winter Soldier, a deep sense of humiliation washing over him, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"I don't accept negotiations, I only accept surrender. Hand over all your assets, and I'll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise..." With Russell's threat, the Energy Gun in the Chitauri's hand began to charge.

"Your Excellency, since you can recognize us as Dark Elves, you should know that we are capable of taking our enemies down with us, no matter what kind of enemy they are." Malekith coldly replied to the countless gun barrels.

Paying money to save your life is fine, but giving it all away is absolutely not an option. Without money, you can't even afford a decent spaceship, so how can you wage war against Asgard!

"Perish together..."

Russell looked around and saw three giant warships, a large number of small fighter jets, thousands of Chitauri soldiers, and a group of thugs around him.

"Excuse my bluntness, but the phrase 'mutual destruction' is inaccurate here. It should be 'a cornered dog will jump over the wall'!"

Russell's words made Malekith's face turn red, and he struggled to push away the Winter Soldier was pressing down on him. Seeing that he was red-faced and thick-necked, Russell waved his hand to signal him to let him go.

"Dark Elves leader, I'll give you a chance. If you can earn my respect, I'll be open to negotiation."

"Snort!"

Malekith leaped to his feet and pulled a jet-black stone from his robes. It was a magical artifact of the Dark Elves, containing terrifying energy. Crushing it would transform one into Curse Warrior.

This is a temporary and irreversible enhancement method. Energy permeates every cell of the user's body. While it is powerful, the cells cycle between corrosion and self-healing, which rapidly consumes lifespan, hence the name "curse".

Malekith gripped the stone, glared fiercely at Russell, and said coldly, "Algrim, you come here!"

Algrim: "..."

Lieutenant Algrim got up from the ground, took the Stone of Curses, and held it tightly in his hand. He nodded vigorously to Malekith, then turned to a Dark Elves soldier. "Hey you, come here!"

Russell: "..."

It's clear that this race's ability to contend with Asgard is not a matter of luck, but rather a testament to their strength.