**Chapter 228: Malekith and Mephisto, the Guest (Last day, brothers, asking for Monthly Tickets)**
Having just taken a punch from Hulk head-on and been sent flying over ten meters, Malekith was instantly engulfed by blazing white lightning.
In the high altitude, Thor swung Mjolnir. Thunder as massive as a mountain was continuously drawn down by him, like a blazing white light beam rising in the darkness.
"Is that Dark Elf dead?!"
Tony Stark flew in mid-air. On the face screen of the Iron Man suit in front of him, the energy analysis values were displayed.
The current energy analysis values were all lightning energy values, completely unable to show the Dark Elf at the center of the lightning.
The soil of Svartalfheim beneath his feet was illuminated brightly by this lightning light beam. The moss-like plants covering the ground were directly carbonized into a pile of black powder under the high temperature of the thunder.
The land where that Dark Elf stood was directly struck by lightning and turned into sparkling carbonized crystal.
Under lightning of this intensity and high temperature, Tony Stark didn't think any carbon-based life could survive, but Thor was still swinging his hammer, his hands swinging so fast they were almost throwing off sparks.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., activate multi-frequency energy analysis!" Tony Stark said seriously, realizing something was wrong!
"Yes, sir. Multi-frequency energy analyzer activated!"
Inside the Iron Man suit, as J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice sounded, the energy analysis display on the panel screen in front of Tony Stark split into two. This time, the sharp-eyed Tony Stark discovered a blue energy wave peak value appearing within the energy values representing lightning.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., the red energy values are the thunder power summoned by Thor, what about the blue one?"
"Sir, from the structure of the energy analysis values, that Dark Elf Leader is clearly still alive, and his life fluctuation hasn't weakened much?"
"How is that possible?" Tony Stark frowned.
Under this level of energy attack, how could any life still be alive?
In fact, not only was Malekith still alive, but his condition wasn't greatly affected, because this is Svartalfheim, the land that the Dark Elves have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Malekith!"
On Earth, in the Norwegian Sea, on a wooden canoe, a white-haired and bearded one-eyed old man was watching Svartalfheim through The Void.
Malekith, the Leader of the Dark Elf race of Svartalfheim, like his father, the previous generation God King of Asgard, Bor, is a relic of a bygone era.
The Dark Elf race has always been determined to turn the Nine Realms and even the entire Universe into lightless dark lands. Besides their preference for a dark living environment, it's also because darkness greatly amplifies their strength.
Especially Malekith, the Leader of the Dark Elf race, they have a strength that can assimilate with darkness.
Back then, when the Dark Elf race wanted to unify the Nine Realms, Asgard's previous generation God King Bor led the gods to resist the Dark Elf race.
Malekith, holding the Aether, caused no small number of casualties to Asgard.
Even Bor's two princes, Odin's two brothers, died by Malekith's hand.
Odin wasn't very worried about Thor's safety. Without the enhancement of the Aether, Malekith's ability to merge with Svartalfheim like this cannot last too long.
......…
It wasn't just God King Odin watching Svartalfheim.
On Earth, in the Tibetan Snow Mountain, Tang Song and Ancient One were each having a cup of butter tea, watching the battle of Svartalfheim through the Round Light Technique.
Malekith, merged with darkness, turned into dark mist and spread upwards along the thunder light beam. The blazing white lightning light beam instantly extinguished in the darkness.
Thor hadn't reacted yet and was directly submerged in the dark mist.
"An Asgardian God? Didn't Bor tell you? This is Svartalfheim, it is the kingdom of darkness!"
In the darkness, a fist swung heavily onto Thor's face, smashing him away.
In the dark mist, the faintly visible Malekith withdrew his fist. At this moment, his pale face was covered with patterns like thorny flowers, and his lower body seemed to have merged with the surrounding darkness.
The extreme darkness, like a black hole, absorbed all light sources. Whether it was the lightning radiance summoned by Thor, or Human Torch's firelight, in this kind of darkness, they all seemed to become much dimmer.
"Hulk!"
Facing this anomaly of Malekith, others might consider the reason, worry about ambush, but Hulk directly leaped up, waving both fists, and rushed forward recklessly.
Malekith swung a fist downwards, and the dark mist around him instantly turned into a giant dark fist, smashing downwards.
The clearly defined, lifelike fist, compared to Hulk's leaping figure, was like a black wall.
Hulk looked at this wall overhead and roared as he crashed into it without hesitation.
Bang! After an earth-shaking tremor, a tens-of-meters-wide fist print appeared on the ground.
The dark fist, whose finger joints were even larger than Hulk's entire body, directly smashed the bouncing Hulk into the ground like a nail.
"Hulk!"
Hulk shook his head, dizzy, anger filling his eyes with green radiance, and he climbed out of the fist pit.
He continued to bounce up and pounced towards Malekith.
"Boom!"
This time, descending from the sky was a giant palm formed by dark mist, its clearly defined palm print slapped him back into the ground.
"Such vigorous vitality, but how many times can you persist, or, how about this!"
Malekith watched Hulk soar into the sky once again, impatiently controlling the dark mist, turning it into a large dark hand that clutched Hulk in its palm like catching flies, wanting to crush him.
Hulk supported himself with both hands against the dark palm pushing over like two walls, his green muscles tensed, letting out a roar: "Hulk!"
"Boom!"
Tony Stark flew over, his Iron Man suit at full firepower, wanting to save Hulk.
However, his missile barrage on Malekith was like exploding on a cloud of smoke; the smoke scattered under the impact of the bombing, but before the aftermath dissipated, Malekith reassembled himself.
Malekith looked towards Tony Stark. From the dark mist, countless sharp blades shot out, clanging against Tony Stark.
"Whew! It seems the hardness of Wakanda's vibranium is definitely fine?"
Protected by the vibranium armor, Tony Stark couldn't even feel the impact, only that his armor coating was scratched.
Before Tony Stark finished his teasing words, a large dark hand tens of meters long extended from the dark mist, directly slapping him away.
"Hey, mate, what's the situation! Was he injected with stimulant?"
Human Torch, his body burning with flames, awkwardly dodging the blades conjured by the dark mist.
Unlike Tony Stark, he wasn't protected by vibranium armor.
He could only rely on speed to dodge the attacks occasionally splitting off from the dark mist.
Several times, if he hadn't flown fast enough, those pitch-black sharp swords would have turned him into a pincushion.
He shouted, asking Thor, who was swinging his hammer and summoning thunder in the distance.
"His strength has merged with this area of Svartalfheim, but it cannot last long! Bang!"
Before Thor finished speaking, Malekith smashed him away with a punch.
"A bunch of little bugs, this is Svartalfheim!"
Malekith floated in mid-air, his lower body merged with the dark mist, looking like a djinn from Western mythology. The rapidly expanding dark mist enveloped an area of tens of miles, and this dark mist was also continuously absorbing the surrounding darkness at the same time, rapidly expanding exponentially.
"Fuck! Perhaps we should just use a nuclear bomb!"
Human Torch's incredibly fast flight drew a line of fire across the dark Svartalfheim.
He looked towards Malekith, who was like an octopus spitting ink from under the sea, dodged another attack from the dark mist, and complained.
"Retreat! Everyone leave this dark area!"
On Earth, Frank, who was watching this scene through the monitoring screen, issued the retreat order to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
"It's your turn, Johnny!"
After the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, who had suffered heavy casualties, retreated, Frank looked at the motorcycle rider beside him wearing a full-face helmet.
"You better pray that your boss didn't lie to me!"
Johnny seemed to be forcing back the pain, his muffled voice coming from under the helmet. After warning Frank, he pushed off with his foot, twisted the accelerator, and rushed straight towards that space fold.
Flames rose from the rapidly moving motorcycle. The moment he rushed into the space fold, Johnny's head transformed into a burning skull.
Ghost Rider - Returns! In Svartalfheim, Malekith's eyes gleamed fiercely, his gaze full of impatience.
After discovering that normal energy attacks were not effective against him,
After Frank issued the retreat order, most human soldiers and some thin-skinned superheroes retreated back to Earth.
The few people remaining in Svartalfheim to cover the retreat were Hulk, Thor, the mutant Sabretooth, Black Panther T'Challa, and Iron Man Tony Stark. The first three were thick-skinned and tough. As for Black Panther and Iron Man, both wore vibranium armor with defense maxed out.
Malekith easily crushed these little bugs, but they repeatedly got up again and again, especially that big green guy, who was like an unkillable monster.
Damn it, if the Aether were still here, relying on its power, he could easily tear these bugs to shreds.
Malekith once again swung a fist and smashed the enraged Hulk into the ground.
The pitted ground was covered in fist prints, palm prints, and occasionally large, character-shaped depressions in the middle of the palm prints.
Malekith looked at the Hulk who got up again, and the Hammer God of Asgard waving his hammer beside him, and for the first time considered retreating. Just as Thor said, his time merging with this dark land was limited. If he couldn't detach in time, he would get lost in the darkness and merge with Svartalfheim.
Just as Malekith repelled the attacks of Thor and the others again and wanted to turn and leave, from the space fold, a Hell motorcycle burning with raging flames soared tens of meters high and rushed towards his face.
Johnny, transformed into Ghost Rider, had both hands burning with hellfire, his bone claws gripping Malekith's arm tightly. His flaming skull, the Eye of Judgment, emitted firelight about a foot long, staring intently at Malekith.
"You are guilty!"
Ghost Rider seized Malekith's arm. In shock and anger, his arm turned into dark mist, trying to break free, but the process was blocked by the "flames" as if they were alive.
That was the hellfire wrapped around Johnny's body, and also the Spirit of Vengeance.
The essence of this thing is a combination of two types of power from Heaven and Hell. While bestowing upon Johnny a nearly infinite healing factor, it also possesses some unique power.
Malekith couldn't break free from Johnny's bone claws. The mist around him turned into countless sharp blades, instantly submerging the flaming skull in front of him.
"Look into my eyes!"
Johnny, as Ghost Rider, ignored Malekith's attack. Both pupils seemed to turn into two soul vortices, staring intently at Malekith.
Malekith gave a cold laugh and closed his eyes. As a Dark Elf, living in darkness was almost instinct. Balls of dark mist spread from his body. The dark mist, like a tentacle monster, wrapped around Johnny.
Continuous muffled thunder sounded rapidly, like pouring ice water onto a red-hot iron plate.
Just as Johnny and Malekith were in a stalemate, a ball of dark mist appeared behind Johnny.
"Johnny, long time no see. Your old man misses you a lot in Hell. Tell me, where did you put the Contract of San Venganza, my knight!"
Mephisto laughed loudly, his skull staff in hand, carrying balls of dark mist, stabbing towards the back of Johnny's head.
Mephisto, this old devil, had been quietly hiding in the dark.
Quietly harvesting the souls after the battlefield slaughter. The Dark Elves', the human soldiers'.
He's not picky. Of course, if these humans were strong enough, he wouldn't mind taking Malekith's soul.
The soul of an ancient Dark Elf, it must taste delicious.
But when Johnny appeared, Mephisto couldn't help himself.
Back then, he watched helplessly as Tang Song took away his knight and the Contract of San Venganza.
Forced by the Ancient One's deterrence, he retreated.
Now Johnny reappeared, faintly carrying the aura of those fallen holy spirits.
This made Mephisto unable to bear his inner greed any longer.
Seeing the skull staff surrounded by black energy about to land on Johnny's head.
A bell tolled.
A space gate flashing with sparks appeared in Svartalfheim. Tang Song walked out of the space gate. An ancient brass bell covered Mephisto's head.
This split soul of Mephisto instantly stiffened. It was as if his entire body was stuck in a muddy swamp; time and space seemed to have stopped for him.
He felt a moment of lightheadedness.
"Gotcha!" Tang Song chuckled, striking out with a palm. Amidst the muffled impact, Tang Song's right palm squarely struck Mephisto's chest.
The Mind Stone on Tang Song's thumb's yellow jade thumb ring emitted a faint yellow light, amplifying Tang Song's spiritual sense hundreds of times.
The force of this most basic Palm Thunder in his palm, and the spirit marks it outlined, were even more complex.
At the same time, it was amplified hundreds of times. Mephisto's physical body was instantly vibrated into shreds, revealing a faint trace of demon soul.
The demon soul vaguely looked like a goat-headed demon, its eyes crimson, staring at Tang Song as if burning blood.
"Heh, interesting! Human, it's you again! Is this a trap set for me?
Unfortunately, my main body is in Hell. If you have the ability, break into Hell and kill me! I will keep an eye on you, mortal!
Until the end of the universe, your friends, your relatives, and yourself, all need to be careful. You will know the consequences of offending a Demon Great Lord!"
Tang Song looked at Mephisto's remnant soul and said with a cold laugh: "Don't worry, Mephisto, you won't have this chance again!"
Clang! As soon as the Great Desolate Bell sounded, Mephisto's remnant soul instantly became like an idiot, floating and landing on the body of a small straw doll in Tang Song's palm, merging into one with it.
Hissing sounds—
Tang Song swung his hand back. Malekith, who hadn't reacted to what was happening, was directly pierced by two silver long rainbows.
The two silver lights sometimes pierced, sometimes intersected.
Instantly twisted Malekith into a pile of debris. However, his figure quickly reappeared in the dark mist. "This is Svartalfheim, the land of darkness, I am unkillable!"
As Tang Song frowned, from the Yin-Yang Fish above his head, he released several Ghoul White Bone Banners that generated their own divine sense.
The Ghoul White Bone Banners, which had already advanced to Magic Treasure quality, spun around with a whirring sound, turning into several black light beams that rushed towards the edge of the dark mist's coverage.
Hundreds of miles of dark mist. The four Ghoul White Bone Banners became sky-shading and sun-blocking in size and fell down, directly cutting off Malekith's connection with the entire Svartalfheim.
The Netherworld Death Energy within the Ghoul White Bone Banners directly wrapped Malekith along with this area of hundreds of miles. The Netherworld Death Energy rotated. Malekith was like a soybean in a grinding mill. In no time, he instantly turned into a pile of powder and disappeared within the great formation.
Tang Song took a step. In the center of the Ghost Bone Banner Array, Tang Song spread open his hand. The straw effigy in his hand moved without wind, stood up, broke open a space, and stepped inside.
Hell Dimension, deep within the demon castle. Mephisto, who was tasting a cup of blood wine, his complexion changed. A pitch-black spatial channel suddenly appeared in front of him, and a small straw effigy walked out of the spatial channel swaying.
Mephisto frowned, looking at the small straw effigy: "How can this straw effigy have the aura of my split soul?"
As a famous troublemaker in various realms, Mephisto had split off thousands upon thousands of split souls. He had never encountered this situation before.
After hesitating for a moment, two balls of dim dark flames emerged from Mephisto's eyes, directly burning the small straw effigy into a pile of ash.
The moment he burned the straw effigy to ash, his entire body instantly stiffened, unable to move at all.
The Jambudvīpa World's simplest Zhenyan Technique was actually activated by Mephisto himself.
This Hell Lord experienced the feeling of sleep paralysis.
His hands and feet couldn't move, his entire body muddled and chaotic, as if in a state between half-asleep and half-awake.
On the other side, Tang Song felt the four Ghoul White Bone Banners sink, and instantly knew the "fish" had taken the bait.
"Everyone on Earth, leave Svartalfheim!"
Amidst loud laughter, he waved his hands forcefully. The four Ghoul White Bone Banners conjured thick iron chains that flew in all directions, carrying muffled metal and iron impact sounds.
One iron chain quickly split into two, three, thousands upon thousands. In an instant, only saw iron chains flashing with black light filling the sky, flying crisscross.
Silver Armored Corpses were arranged according to the formation, distributed around. In the darkness, a tall figure like the mythical Buzhou K'un-Lun held the terminal of the iron chain transformed from the Ghoul White Bone Banner in his hand.
The Palm Thunder in Tang Song's hand vibrated the iron chain. The strange vibrating fluctuations seemed to match a certain frequency and rhythm. Every vibration caused the void within hundreds of miles to tremble. Continuous thunder rolled in from all around. The muffled thunder was still on the distant horizon at first. The dense chains followed the footsteps of the small straw effigy and extended into the void.
Giant electric snakes flashed in the dark clouds. Countless lightning bolts struck these iron chains almost simultaneously.
Iron chains flew crisscross. The powerful electric current drawn from the sky rapidly flowed along the iron chains, like electric dragons dancing in white waves, and were pulled by the iron chains into the black hole.
Mephisto, hiding somewhere in Hell, was wrapped tightly by at least a hundred iron chains.
Rattle, a loud noise. Countless electric currents surged from all directions along the iron chains, striking him hard on his body.
"What is this thing?"
Accompanied by Mephisto's angry roar, a bone knight sword two meters long flew out from the demon castle.
Spirits of the dead howled. The void in all eight directions suddenly collapsed, and a headless demon howled and rushed out from the collapsing void.
Waving the bone sword in the style of a Middle Ages knight's longsword, he chopped down towards the iron chains wrapped around Mephisto.
Clang! The bone sword solidly chopped onto the chain. Countless electric currents instantly struck back at the bone sword along the iron chain. A loud noise erupted. Countless souls' screams burst out from the bone sword. Thousands of black smoke rose from the longsword. Vaguely visible, in each wisp of black smoke were hundreds of twisted spirits of the dead faces.
A twist of the powerful electric current. All the black smoke simultaneously turned into streaking light and scattered.
The iron chains binding Mephisto, stimulated by the bone sword, instantly tightened further. Countless Netherworld Runes flashed within the iron chains.
A pulling force came along the chain, dragging Mephisto towards the spatial channel.
Mephisto let out a muffled groan. He didn't think the person opposite had created such a large formation just to invite him for a meal. Roaring angrily, Mephisto revealed his ancient demon true body: goat-headed, bat wings, thousands of feet high. Placed on Earth, it would be a towering mountain peak.
Tang Song only felt the chain in his hand tighten. It was as if a behemoth opposite him was wrestling with him.
"Come out!"
Tang Song coiled the chain around his right wrist, bent his finger and pointed. In the darkness behind him, a Celestial member from the Subterranean World revealed a figure seemingly cast from silver.
She pulled the chain forcefully. Under the enhancement of over thirty Silver Armored Corpses and the Ghost Bone Banner Array, the chain was dragged outwards with a clanging sound.
"It's you!"
When Mephisto's staggering figur.e appeared in Svartalfheim, the place where he stood, a thousand miles of land turned into a lava hell. Countless native creatures of Svartalfheim, in the demonic energy spreading around him, turned into demons one by one.
"You were plotting against me. Where is Ancient One?"
Mephisto roared. His thousands-of-feet-high demon true body. His roar was like wind and thunder.
(end of chapter)