Chapter 175: Life Always Requires Constant Trying

In the command hall of the Dark Elves' flagship, there was complete silence.

So quiet, it seemed as if even the breathing of the Dark Elves had to be slowed and softened.

They feared that too loud or rapid breathing might disturb the overbearing figure on the throne.

In just a few short minutes.

That figure first brutally killed a general, then slaughtered a group of elven warriors.

Immediately after, he killed a cursed warrior.

Now, even the supreme king of the Dark Elves, the monarch of the dark world, the emperor of Svartalfheim, was suppressed on his throne.

Not even the king of Asgard had been so domineering in the past.

The general was dead.

The Dark Elf warriors were dead.

The cursed warrior was also dead.

Now, even the king was dead.

In the command hall, the remaining ministers and a few generals.

Had only one question in their minds.

What to do now?

This was a headache-inducing problem.

Normally, they should be filled with righteous indignation, uphold the royal authority, and avenge the dead king and generals.

But the power that man had just displayed.

Made the ministers and generals realize one thing.

They were not capable of avenging the king or the dead.

On the contrary, doing so might completely doom the Dark Elf race today!

Not able to take revenge?

If so, then there seemed to be only one choice.

At this moment.

Among the Dark Elves, an old man, so aged he could almost be in a coffin, with wrinkles all over his face.

Fell to his knees with a thud, prostrating himself before Azoth on the throne.

"Traveler of supreme power, you are the king of the boundless universe."

"Please lead our Dark Elf race in place of Malekith."

"I, Bloom, am willing to follow my king until the last moment of my life."

"I am willing to guard my king until the last drop of blood is shed."

As he spoke, the minister named Bloom pressed his forehead to the ground.

Seeing this, the other ministers and generals silently cursed 'shameless' in their hearts.

But they all followed suit.

The ministers prostrated themselves, the generals knelt on one knee.

Then the other elven warriors and two other warrior leaders in the hall also knelt on one knee.

Showing submission to Azoth on the throne.

Azoth lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over these Dark Elves.

At this moment.

He examined these elves closely.

Unlike the elves recorded in Western literature that he had encountered.

The male Dark Elves could not be called handsome.

The warriors all wore masks.

As for those ministers and generals, they were quite ordinary in appearance.

However, one female general was quite a sight.

Her skin was almost morbidly pale.

But where it should be big, it was big, where it should be small, it was small.

Her facial features also matched Azoth's aesthetic.

Her silver hair cascaded down her back, falling onto her round peach-like buttocks.

Her two pointed ears twitched from time to time.

She looked like a human woman in her late twenties.

Mature, enchanting, with a unique flavor.

Azoth pointed at her: "You, what's your name?"

This female general smiled charmingly, instantly exuding a myriad of charms, unparalleled in her allure.

"My name is Claire, Your Majesty."

Azoth nodded in satisfaction.

This female general's voice was sweet yet carried a hint of heroism, not showing weakness, very fitting for her status.

"Very good, Claire."

"From now on, you are my personal guard."

Claire, who was slightly petite among the male Dark Elves, wore black armor, the design exquisite, adorned with exceptionally ornate patterns.

But it was clearly not designed for defense.

It was too revealing.

Ignoring the arm guards and long boots, the armor covered very little overall.

Only a few pieces of armor on the chest and lower abdomen, leaving large areas of Claire's skin exposed.

She also wielded an extremely slender rapier.

This type of sword, apart from thrusting, had almost no other uses, and could not perform slashing moves.

Hearing Azoth's words, the female general with a black cape hanging down responded softly: "As you wish, Your Majesty."

Bloom raised his head, glancing subtly at Claire, his eyes filled with jealousy.

He then used a respectful tone: "Your Majesty, how should we address you?"

Azoth used the title he had in the Marvel universe: "Conqueror."

"Conqueror!"

The ministers and generals pondered the meaning behind this title.

Bloom's eyes sparkled with fanaticism: "Great Conqueror, Your Majesty, the despicable people of Asgard have stolen our secret weapon."

"The weapon named 'Aether' can destroy the entire universe, returning it to darkness."

"Now, the 'Aether' has revived."

"Please lead us to reclaim the 'Aether', and return the nine realms to darkness and silence."

Unexpectedly.

On the dark throne, Azoth coldly commented: "Boring."

Returning the nine realms to darkness.

That was the long-cherished wish of the Dark Elves.

What did the Dark Elves' wish have to do with Azoth?

This wish was etched in the blood, marrow, and genes of the Dark Elves.

They hadn't even considered what they would do after returning the nine realms to darkness.

Completing this wish had become their instinct.

That's why Bloom brought it up now.

But he was mercilessly doused with cold water by Azoth.

Boring!

A simple word, yet so cold.

More like a mockery.

Mocking the Dark Elf race.

Suddenly, some ministers and generals' eyes flickered with anger.

Azoth, with his 'mental domain' ability, naturally sensed the emotional changes in these Dark Elves.

He smiled and said: "However, I do intend to take that weapon 'Aether' from the Asgardians."

"Soon, the 'Aether' should appear in Asgard, what are your thoughts?"

Bloom immediately offered a plan: "Your Majesty, we can have a warrior leader carry the cursed stone, enter Asgard as a prisoner."

"At that time, the warrior leader can use the cursed stone to transform into a cursed warrior, causing destruction from within."

"Thus attracting the attention of the Asgardians, and at that moment, we can infiltrate Asgard and cause massive destruction."

After speaking, Bloom looked proudly at Azoth.

He thought this plan was excellent.

Just waiting for the new king's praise.

Unexpectedly, Azoth chuckled: "You've been sewer rats for too long, have you completely turned into rats?"

"You might as well not call yourselves Dark Elves, how about Dark Rats, or Cosmic Rats."

"I don't care if you want to do sneaky things, but don't include me."

"Disgraceful, understand?"

"If I want to start a war, I'll go head-on."

"I want the Asgardians to lose convincingly."

"I want to step on their faces, make them only able to look up at me."

"Not curse me as despicable afterward!"

Bloom frowned: "But if we don't launch a surprise attack, what if they escape with the 'Aether'?"

Azoth smiled: "They won't, as long as they know we are unbeatable."

"Then some among them will bring the 'Aether' to me themselves."

"However."

"Compared to war."

"I'm more worried that you don't have a method to reclaim the 'Aether'."

At this, Azoth glanced at Malekith's corpse below the throne.

In the movie, Malekith reclaimed the 'Aether' from Jane Foster's body and integrated it into his own.

Now this dark monarch was dead.

If the Dark Elves had no means of retrieval, then Azoth had only one method in mind.

Fortunately.

The Dark Elves had such a method.

Bloom immediately said: "No need to worry, Your Majesty."

"We have a method to reclaim the 'Aether', though not as sophisticated as Malekith's, it's more than sufficient to reclaim the 'Aether'."

Azoth nodded: "Good, otherwise, if you were even less capable than a little raccoon, as your king, I would be very embarrassed."

The Dark Elves looked at each other, not understanding what little raccoon.

Azoth pointed at Malekith's corpse below the throne: "Also, how long do you plan to let this corpse lie here?"

Bloom quickly had Dark Elf warriors remove Malekith's corpse.

Azoth beckoned to Claire: "You, come here."

"Tell me about the Dark Elves."

"The rest of you can leave."

Immediately, Bloom and the other Dark Elves left completely.

Only the enchanting Claire remained.

Looking at this pale-skinned female elf with ample bosom and long legs.

Azoth smiled, thinking that life always requires constant trying.

Today, he would taste the flavor of a Dark Elf.

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Asgard, the realm of the gods.

Bifrost.

As the guardian of the Bifrost, Heimdall in his golden armor stood as still as a statue.

His golden eyes constantly watched over the nine realms, observing changes on countless planets, and guarding against powerful enemies attacking Asgard.

At this moment, the Bifrost was open, the entrance shimmering with dazzling light.

Suddenly, something flew out from within.

Half a car's front.

Heimdall tilted his head, letting the object fly past him, landing on the ground, scraping a trail of sparks on the bridge.

Then, at the entrance of the Bifrost, figures emerged.

The prince of Asgard, Thor, and his girlfriend Jane Foster appeared before Heimdall.

Not long ago.

Heimdall suddenly couldn't see Jane Foster, so Thor immediately went to Earth.

To Heimdall's surprise, the young prince brought his girlfriend, a mortal, to the palace.

Now the king would probably be unhappy.

The dark-skinned guardian thought so in his heart.

"Hello."

At this moment, Heimdall heard the mortal greeting him.

He remained expressionless but still said: "Asgard welcomes you."

Jane Foster smiled.

Thor gently took her hand: "We should go."

As they passed by the guardian.

Heimdall softly said: "Her condition is not good."

Thor nodded: "That's why I brought her back to the palace."

The guardian, with his back to him, holding a long sword, said: "I hope the king won't blame you for this."

Thor smiled, not caring about this issue.

He took Jane Foster away, finding his mother.

His mother Frigga was an excellent sorceress, Thor asked her to examine Jane Foster's condition.

At this moment.

Jane Foster lay on a stone bed, above which floated a human model composed of red particles.

Frigga was conducting a detailed examination of her son's beloved.

"What is that?" Jane Foster asked curiously.

"Quiet." Frigga said softly, making some adjustments to display more details in the human model.

Thor stood aside, asking one of his mother's assistants: "This is non-Earth matter, have you seen it before?"

"Never seen it."

This beautiful female assistant shook her head, expressing concern: "But the energy surging within her is enough to be fatal."

The assistant's words made Thor's expression turn grave.

Jane Foster, lying on the stone bed, didn't feel she was in imminent danger.

She was even curious about the methods Asgard used to examine her.

"Is this a quantum field generator, right?"

Frigga looked at this inquisitive woman, calmly saying: "This is a soul forge."

Jane Foster asked: "So the soul forge can transfer molecular energy, right?"

She looked at Thor: "It's still a quantum field generator."

Thor smiled in response.

At this moment, an old but authoritative voice sounded: "Are my words just wind to your ears?"

"Having no effect on you at all."

"She's sick, father." Thor turned around, looking at the old man entering.

The old man had white hair, wearing a golden eyepatch.

Dressed in magnificent armor.

It was Odin, the All-Father.

"Mortals do get sick."

Odin walked over, glancing at Jane Foster on the stone bed.

Thor spread his hands: "I brought her here because we can help her."

"She is not fit to enter our Asgardian halls, she is a mortal."

"Just like some dishes, not fit for the table."

"Mortals cannot set foot in the palace." Odin said in an indisputable tone.

Jane Foster sat up on the stone bed: "How can he speak like that."

"Who does he think he is."

Odin looked at this woman.

"I am Odin, the All-Father."

"Protector of the nine realms."

"I know who you are."

"Jane Foster."

Jane Foster looked at Thor: "Have you told your father about me?"

Thor was about to respond, but Odin waved his hand: "Take her away."

Two palace guards immediately approached.

Thor quickly said: "No"

Before he could finish.

The two guards had already grabbed Jane Foster's hands, but at that moment, the lady suddenly unleashed a dark red shockwave, sending the two guards flying.

Thor then finished his sentence: "Don't touch her."

Odin was also startled, quickly coming over to examine Jane Foster.

"This is impossible."

The All-Father exclaimed, sensing something within Jane Foster's body.

Something ancient, dark, evil.

"Is the substance in her body protecting her?" Frigga walked over, looking at her husband.

Odin shook his head: "No, it's protecting itself."

"Come with me." he then said.

Moments later.

Thor and Jane Foster followed the All-Father into a hall.

"Some substances left over from before the formation of the universe."

"What's in her body seems to be one of them."

Next.

Odin spoke of the Dark Elves, of the 'Aether', finally stating with certainty.

"The substance in your little girlfriend's body is the Dark Elves' 'Aether'."

"Where did you find it?"

Facing the All-Father's question, Jane Foster couldn't explain.

At the same time.

On the Bifrost.

Heimdall suddenly widened his eyes, his golden pupils reflecting black, T-shaped ships!

"No!"

"No!"

Heimdall quickly ran out of the Bifrost control room, seeing in the sky, one after another, huge black ships decloaking, appearing on the Bifrost.

These ships were so massive, any one of them could easily crush Asgard's grandest palace.

Facing them, Heimdall was as insignificant as an ant.

The guardian of Asgard looked at them, feeling powerless, and could only sound the alarm.

Moments later.

Odin, who was explaining the Dark Elves and the 'Aether' to Thor and Jane Foster, suddenly heard the alarm, his expression changing.

A palace guard ran into the hall, his expression grave: "Your Majesty, it's the Dark Elves."

Odin looked at Jane Foster: "They've come."

"Malekith is after the 'Aether', after her."

"Protect her, if the 'Aether' falls into the hands of the Dark Elves, the nine realms will cease to exist!"

After speaking, Odin strode out of the hall.

Thor took Jane Foster's hand: "Come with me."

Asgard's alarms sounded continuously.

And on the Bifrost, Dark Elf ships appeared one after another.

At this moment, in the command hall of the flagship.

Azoth sat on the dark throne, at his feet sat the female general Claire.

This enchantingly dressed female general leaned on Azoth's leg, looking up at her king with watery eyes.

Looking at this strong man.

It could be said that in these past few days, this man had filled her long-standing emptiness.

His bravery, his strength, his firmness.

Completely conquered Claire.

Azoth lowered his head, lifting Claire's chin with his hand, smiling: "Go."

"Go and achieve glory for me."

"If you do well, I will reward you handsomely."

Claire's nostrils slightly flared, responding with a charming smile.

Then she jumped off the throne, turning around.

The female general's face was now cold as frost.

As if her tenderness, her passion.

Belonged only to the man on the throne.

Azoth made a gesture, and the 'window' in front of the command hall opened.

Sitting on the throne, Azoth flew out of the flagship with the throne.

From the Dark Elf ships, strange aircraft that defied aerodynamics continuously flew out.

These black-bodied, red-lighted Dark Elf fighters filled the sky.

Surrounding Azoth, but positioned below the Conqueror.

Above Azoth.

There was only blue sky and white clouds, nothing else.

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