This band of Trolls did not hold out for long under extreme agony. Every one of them died horribly.
Although their race possessed fairly good physical attributes overall, faced with the dual assault of magic and technology, they—still living at the stage of a primitive society—had no ability to resist at all.
This so-called Super Prank Weapon Overlord was only useful against fools from primitive civilizations. If anyone truly expected this set of tricks to defeat the Beyonders, they might as well wash up and go to bed early.
"Adjutant, take the bodies away. Rinse them off a little, then hang them on Contraxia. Have the warband stationed there keep an eye on them so no aliens steal the corpses to eat."
"Understood, Sheriff. Also, after scanning the entire universe, I have located what appears to be a Dark Elf fleet. Should we dispatch our fleet to destroy them, or leave them for you to handle?"
The Adjutant's projection appeared, the light carried by the Little Blue Men illuminating a small patch of darkness.
"First confirm whether they really are Dark Elves. Then just send people to keep watch on them. There are some things I want to dig out of Malekith's and the Dark Elves' brains. No one else can do this."
Upon hearing the good news, he stroked his chin, then ultimately decided to handle it personally.
Compared with the Trolls, the Dark Elves had far more valuable things. Their cloaking technology alone was tempting enough.
Whether in the comics or the movies, the Dark Elves had invaded Asgard more than once. What level of technology could repeatedly evade Yggdrasil and Odin? Where had that technology come from?
There was also the matter of the Black Bifrost. Chthon might have provided Chaos Magic as its driving energy, but