Chapter 652 1...Big brown eye

Rumble——

Thunder resounded across the sky, lightning pierced the black clouds, thousands of people shouted in unison, murderous intent shook the sky, the clouds and rain turned, as if a dragon was dancing.

Thunders burst out on the plain, like thousands of horses trampling through the clouds in the sky. Flags are flying in the military formation, soldiers and spears are standing everywhere, and the aura of iron-blooded killing is soaring into the sky. Looking from a distance, it looks like boundless golden clouds, sweeping in with a terrifying momentum. .

Look carefully.

The faces of the warriors who were charging at the front were as red as frostbite. They all had rough beards on their chins. Their armors were covered with mottled marks. What they even held in their hands were not war spears, but two rust-red hand axes.

Although they did not have sophisticated equipment, the burst of bloody courage shocked the dark elves even from a distance of several hundred meters.

After a while, the front armies of both sides met.

In just one face-to-face encounter, these warriors holding hand axes showed amazing strength.

With the collision of flesh and armor, there was a heart-wrenching sound of bone cracking. The well-equipped dark elf front army fell in large pieces like wheat. Countless limbs, broken arms and blood were all thrown together. Sprinkled on the barren plains.

Then, screams came one after another.

But the thunderous shouts of killing instantly drowned out their screams. The warriors with long beards and red beards holding double axes all had red eyes like madmen, showing a powerful crushing posture. Pierced the dark elves' defense line.

"Berserkers...I didn't expect they were still there!"

Malekith, who was sitting at the rear, his face became visibly gloomy after seeing this army. Under his twitching and trembling face, there was a deep fear hidden.

Six thousand years ago, it was this fanatical warrior who held two axes and honored war and blood with an army that held back and defeated the cursed warriors.

You must know that the cursed warriors were transformed from ether particles and were almost invincible armies with immortal bodies. However, they were ultimately defeated by this fanatical warrior, which shows how terrifying and powerful they are.

Berserkers are the elite of Asgard.

They were born for war, with angry genes flowing in their blood. Blood and injuries will only make them stronger. Once they join the war, they will be like wolves, and will never stop until they tear the enemy's throat.

"It's time to return the hatred of six thousand years ago to you!" Malekith crushed the armrest, with a cold light in his eyes, and said coldly: "Let the Cursed Warriors attack and intercept the charging Berserkers."

The only ones who can compete with the berserker warriors are the cursed warriors who are not afraid of death, but they can only barely compete.

But fortunately...that's enough!

Malekith raised his head and glanced at the starry sky, with a cold arc on his lips: "The stars will return soon. By then, all of you... will not be able to escape your certain death!"

The charge of the berserker army was blocked, and the dark elf fleet took off, aiming at Asgard, which had weakened its air power, and launched a round of indiscriminate bombing, completely ignoring the friendly forces fighting directly below.

"Damn, this guy is crazy!"

Thor watched helplessly as the army was being bombed, and roared angrily: "He doesn't even care about his own people now!"

The target of the dark elf warship was not only Asgard, but also the resisting dark elf army, but Malekith ignored it and even bombed his own people.

Unfortunately, what Thor didn't know was.

These dark elves who fought with them died six thousand years ago, and now they are just reappearances of the past time, so Malekith doesn't care at all.

Facing the indiscriminate bombardment from above, the Asgardian army was miserable.

Due to the two previous raids, Asgard currently lacks air combat power. The number of remaining warships can reach over a hundred, which is simply not enough to withstand the thousand warships of the dark elves.

"hateful!"

In anger, Thor raised Thor's hammer, wanting to summon the power of thunder to smash the dark elves' warships.

But anyway, Malekith had expected it.

Just when the dark clouds with rolling thunder spread over the battleship, Malekith sneered and stood up from the Skeleton Throne.

Then.

Malekith raised his hands to the sky, and then the ground suddenly shook violently, and a huge magic circle slowly emerged.

"Feel the great fear..."

This magical array, glowing with green light, showed great power as soon as it appeared, instantly dispelling the dark clouds shrouding the sky.

A faint black mist filled the air, exuding an oppressive aura, as if some kind of terrifying existence from ancient times was watching them through this magic circle.

"This feeling......"

Loki's face was pale and he stared at the magic circle with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Unlike any form of magic in the past, this magic circle has neither cumbersome incantations nor complicated lines, and there is no even visible elemental form.

This is a weird magic that even Loki has never seen before. It can even be said that its existence completely violates the foundation of magic.

Its components are so simple!

It's even as simple as just an eight-pointed star, and it's extremely irregular in shape, as if a pencil in a child's hand was twisting and twisting to draw a curved and weird line.

Odin once sacrificed an eye, obtained enlightenment from the World Tree, and learned the powerful magic "Rune Runes", but it can be understood, and the strokes are full of order, a complete writing system.

But this magic circle in front of me...

Loki couldn't think of any words to describe its weirdness and distortion, its chaotic and disorderly lines, its twisted yet concise structure, which were contrary to all the magic he knew.

Putting the dignity of a god of trickery on the line, Loki's intuition told him that this was by no means a magic in the known real universe, and it was far more dangerous than the magic he was familiar with.

"Damn it, Thor, stop him!"

Cold sweat broke out on Loki's forehead, his face turned pale and he shouted in fear at Thor.

"Fake, do you think I don't want to?!"

Thor swung Mjolnir and killed the dark elf in front of him on the spot. He shouted with a solemn look: "I don't know what that guy did. I can't summon thunder now!"

"Could it be!!!"

Loki's expression suddenly changed. He tried to release the clone magic, but found that he couldn't sense any magic power. He suddenly showed a look of fear and said in a horrified voice: "No... Malekith, he Seal the source of our magic!"

The source of Asgard's magic comes from the ancient World Tree. Relying on the nourishment of the World Tree's magic spring, they can have strong bodies and creations that integrate magic and technology.

But now...

The foundation of Asgard's strength was directly sealed by Malekith. This meant that they lost their magic. How could Loki not panic?

But then, they discovered something even more terrifying.

Compared with the source of magic being sealed by Malekith, the kind of fear that can be understood by biological logic. From the huge magic circle suspended in the dark sky, a rusty brown-red giant eye appeared. It is a terrifying phenomenon that transcends the scope of normal logic.

The brown-red eyes were lifeless and exuded an overwhelmingly powerful aura.

A thick brown-red mist overflowed from the magic circle, and it made a huge sound like rolling thunder. Just hearing it made people's heartbeats start to accelerate crazily, their blood pressure increased uncontrollably, and even their breathing became abnormal. It becomes extremely difficult.

"Then...what is that?!"

Thor and Loki's eyes widened, staring blankly at the giant brown-red eye, their hearts beating rapidly, showing expressions of fear.