A colossal black warship hung over Manhattan with the domineering air of one who acknowledged no one, making it impossible to ignore.
Dozens of armed helicopters circled nearby. The Department of Defense had only recently received word that this strange warship had first appeared in London, England. After causing enormous destruction, it had headed straight for North America, using the Dark Elves' unique cloaking technology to evade the ever-present satellite surveillance and land directly on American soil.
It was not until the black warship entered Manhattan that S.H.I.E.L.D. caught the Dark Elves' trail. As a global power, the federal government could not simply sit by and watch such an invasion unfold. The White House swiftly issued orders, mobilizing the National Guard's armed forces and the aircraft carriers stationed at naval ports.
The president personally made a statement, declaring that the invaders had to pay a heavy price! S.H.I.E.L.D. was granted full authority over the invasion crisis!
When the initial warnings proved ineffective, the armed helicopters launched the first barrage. Their 30-millimeter rotary cannons spun and fired, a torrent of metal joining into a single stream as it poured across the black warship's hardened hull, erupting in deafening thunder.
The rain-dense barrage hammered ceaselessly against the massive vessel, which resembled a sword planted vertically in the sky. Regrettably, the fierce bombardment achieved little. The Dark Elves' flagship remained standing firm and unscathed.
"Pathetic." Malekith stood at the front of the bridge, his face full of contempt.
The Dark Elves' leader revealed scorn in his eyes. That primitive world from over ten thousand years ago was still just as backward even now.
Before Asgard reacted, he had to seize the Aether and wait for the moment when the celestial bodies aligned. Malekith had already made his plans.
"There is no need to