Chapter 626 Whatever is said must be known
Dark World, Watt Alheim.
Malekith, who narrowly escaped the fatal blow, knelt in front of the corrupted throne with weak legs.
Large beads of sweat, like soybean grains, slowly slid down the face with thin cheekbones and sinister eyes, gathered at the pointed chin and then dripped. A large area of the ground nearby was soaked with sweat. wet.
He had never felt that death was so close.
Just a little bit away, just a little bit away, that crystal-clear jade hand would take away his life.
After witnessing that stunning sword strike, he still feels lingering fear in his heart. The invincible and domineering power of the sky-cutting sword remains in his mind. His whole body is trembling and trembling uncontrollably. He is full of ambition and ambition. Crush it with one knife.
That man was detached from the world, independent from the world, as if he were an immortal coming to the world.
Together with the bone-deep fear, it was imprinted on Malekith's heart, making him never forget it.
Jane Foster raised her unkempt face, her beautiful eyes filled with angry flames, but at the same time, she secretly guessed in her heart that it was her sweetheart Thor who could make this hateful dark elf so frightened.
In the past few days after being captured by Malekith, the woman had not had a drop of water, and it could be said that she had been tortured.
And in order to prevent her from being rescued, a dark iron chain as thick as an adult's arm was used to tightly bind her to a one-meter area next to the decaying throne, as humble and pitiful as a domestic pet.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps came.
The pair of expensive black hard-soled leather shoes made a leisurely crisp sound when stepping on the steps made of gray rock.
The sounds all followed the rhythm of the beating heart, and there was not even the slightest delay between each time. It was as precise as the moving hands on a watch, covering up all the sounds in the world.
It's... that man!
Every time Jane saw this man, she felt inexplicably panicked.
Whether it was the face that was blurry and changing all the time, or the gentleman's clothes that were full of contradictions, they all gave her a kind of fear from the bottom of her heart, as if she had encountered some kind of terrifying natural enemy.
"You disappoint me so much, Malekith."
The man was holding the expensive cane embedded with gold wire in both hands, and a hint of dissatisfaction could be heard in his tone: "Because of your stupid command and strategy, I had to take action in advance to save you, and exposed myself in front of that person. .”
"You... knew that guy was coming!"
How could Malekith be such an easy person? He immediately heard the hidden meaning from this sentence and glared angrily: "Damn it, you bastard did it on purpose. You wanted to use my tribe to fish out that man. Yes or no?!"
"I don't deny it, I do know him."
The man was silent for a moment and said calmly: "But I didn't use you to fish him out. It's better to say that I don't want that man to appear in Asgard than you do. At least... it shouldn't be now. "
"Damn it, then why didn't you tell me in advance?!"
When Malekith thinks of that man, his calves are still trembling, and the resentment and anger in his heart seem to have found an outlet: "If you could have told me earlier, the moment I meet him again, I will ask all the troops to evacuate. , how could everything be ruined in his hands?"
Thousands of warships and tens of thousands of clan members were all destroyed by that man.
In the dark ages, they were the strongest army of the dark elves. They once swept through nearly half of the nine major countries. They were able to compete with the Asgardian army and even nearly seized the basis of hegemony.
He doesn't need to care about the death of some clan members.
But the death of thousands of battleships and tens of thousands of clan members meant that he had completely lost the powerful power to conquer the Nine Realms again.
And this is the fundamental reason, and it is also what the heroic Malekith cannot accept the most.
"Damn Midgardians!"
Malekith's eyes were full of resentment, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Who is that man? How can he have such a powerful power? I have never heard of such a strong man in Midgard before!"
"Sorry, this... I can't tell you."
The man shook his head and said: "As for the army you lost, just call it from the past. Anyway, the time fragment is sufficient."
"Why can't you tell me?"
Malekith's eyes were dark and watery, and he stared at this man sternly: "That man slaughtered tens of thousands of my people and humiliated me in that way. I must avenge this revenge, otherwise how can I still serve as the Lord of the Nine Realms? ?”
"Ha...Malekis, do you think too highly of yourself?"
The man sneered coldly, with deep contempt in his words: "If you don't want to die, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible, so as not to have to ask me to save you again."
"You guy... stop showing such a condescending attitude in front of me!"
Malekith's fragile self-esteem was once again hit. Humiliation and anger intertwined in his heart, and in turn impacted the rational nerves in his mind: "Don't think I don't know, you are a wild dog who dared to betray Emperor Weishan. , how can it be better than me?"
The reason why he dared to provoke men was of course because he had his own backing.
The only person who can read the [Akasha Records] in the simplified version, besides the God King of Asgard, is the King of Dark Elves.
Therefore, if you want to welcome the 'Tenth Kingdom' from the void space to return to the real universe, you must rely on this mysterious man, and this is the confidence that Malekith dares to challenge this man.
The goal of this mysterious man in front of me is to welcome back the ‘Tenth Kingdom’.
As soon as these words came out, the man's pupils flashed with cold light, as if he had been touched by Ni Lin.
I saw that the space within a few hundred meters was suddenly distorted by invisible magic power. The dark shadow under the man's feet was stretched countless times, like some kind of terrifying demon that chose people to eat, exuding a heart-stopping chill.
boom!
The rushing gravity was like a thousand-foot waterfall crashing down, causing Malekith to kneel uncontrollably, and his knees made two dents on the ground.
A twisted and crazy murderous intention flashed in the man's eyes, and the dark shadow was about to move like some kind of creature. There was even a clicking sound like gnawing coming from the air around him.
Malekith looked along the sound, his pupils suddenly shrank and he was sweating.
The surrounding space, which is constantly cracking and collapsing, actually shows a jagged edge shape left after being eaten by some kind of insect.
Combined with the clicking sounds that kept echoing in my ears, it seemed like some kind of invisible and terrifying creature was encroaching on the space.
"That's the first time, Malekith."
The man stretched out a hand, stroked Malekith's head gently, and said calmly: "If there is another time, I don't mind killing you, and then summoning a more obedient king of dark elves from the past. Understand?"
The force of that hand was very gentle, and there was no hint of threat in his voice.
But what he heard in Malekith's ears undoubtedly made him extremely frightened. His pupils were almost as small as pinpoints, and he nodded stiffly, indicating that he understood and would never do it again. .
"Very good, I like smart partners."
The man smiled and let go of his hand, the stretched shadow returned to its original shape, and the permeating clicking sound disappeared.
"Huchi...huchi..."
Malekith panted heavily, and cold sweat wet his back in just a few seconds.
"As a reward, I'll tell you why."
The man's hands secretly used the knuckles of his hands to tighten the decoration on the top of the cane. His voice seemed to be suppressing some emotion, and it was low and slightly hoarse: "The reason why I didn't mention that man's name is because I. .....I dare not say it.”
"No...don't dare to say?"
Malekith was so shocked that his whole face was distorted.
“Whatever is spoken shall be known.”
On the man's blurry face, a pair of pale blue eyes full of taboos seemed to be visible: "In the time and space I was in, no one dared to mention his name, otherwise he would be known. This is the terror of that man. place."
"If you don't want to die inexplicably, then you'd better pray that you never know his name."
"otherwise......"
"Under the gaze of those eyes, you, me, and even all living beings in the universe are no different from dust."
