Algrim, the dark warrior he sent to Midgard, was a trusted general who had survived the defeat thousands of years earlier. He was formidable, possessing a physique capable of absorbing vast quantities of etheric particle energy.
However, since arriving in the Midgard, there had been no news. He had suspected something bad had happened since he sensed Loki's presence on the battlefield, but he simply couldn't imagine how anyone, a mortal from the Midgard, the weakest and lowest of the Nine Realms, could have harmed Algrim? Without even a chance for him to escape or send a message back?
But Algrim's appearance at least gave him a clue as to where this three-eyed, four-armed warrior might have come from. If he was a powerful being from the courtyard, then Algrim's disappearance and transformation into his current, frowning form would have been explained.
Malekith thought he had guessed the truth. He frowned as he looked at Algrim, who seemed not to have heard his call and was slowly moving on the ground covered with black liquid like a puppet. A sense of uneasiness suddenly flashed through his heart.
He wasn't someone who cared only about the occult and ignored science. Few knew that, besides being the most powerful mage among the Dark Elves, he was also a technologically proficient scientist. He could immediately discern the changes in Algrim's body. Besides the distortion caused by some highly contaminating unknown energy, he also bore traces of alteration. He wondered if the person who had altered him was this mysterious enemy, who also looked like a creature, or some other unknown figure. Could it be that Midgard's technology had advanced to this level in just a few thousand years?
"Algrim?" Seeing that Guang Luke no longer had his previous fanatical desire to attack after summoning a dimensional void, Malekith, while on guard, used the energy of ether particles to communicate with the ether energy in Algrim's body, trying to reawaken his consciousness.
However, the feedback Algrim gave him was empty and hollow.
The opponent still appeared as a dark warrior, but his body was devoid of the so-called etheric energy. Rather, his body was now filled with a dark, evil energy that was nearly identical to the energy of the unknown dimension in the sky. The contaminating and assimilating power of this energy was so strong that Malekith couldn't help but tense up. The etheric energy he had transferred to Algrim had already been largely contaminated and assimilated in just a few seconds.
This is simply unbelievable!
This was the first time Malekith had seen a power that could directly consume the energy of polluted aether particles. Aether energy was already quite terrifying and dangerous, but the energy within Algrim's body, which gave him extremely unpleasant sensations, seemed to pose a greater danger than the aether itself.
Algrim stumbled along the ground, his toes scraping across the ground like a limp, creating a splash in the black liquid. While his face remained the same, his appearance had changed drastically since he first entered the Abyssal Dimension.
He still wore the dark armor, but it was mostly covered in protruding flesh. His arms had grown long, like a chimpanzee's, hanging down to his feet. The bulging black muscles on his arms tightly fitted the dark armor. The palms of his arms transformed into giant claws, razor-sharp black claws dangling from the ground. As he walked forward, they easily scratched deep claw marks on the ground.
"…"
Algrim stopped a hundred meters away from Malekith, opened his mouth with saliva dripping from the corners, and let out a silent roar with a ferocious expression.
Malekith felt as if his head had been struck by a hammer—the artifact, Mjolnir. His head buzzed. His resilient energy barrier and mental defenses couldn't completely block this strange energy. Even the energy within him nearly lost control, and began to riot within him.
Hmm!
Malekith instinctively raised a hand to cover his aching head. The previously faint, inexplicable whispers suddenly grew in volume with Algrim's roar. He still couldn't make out what they were saying, but he felt that as the whispers grew, his emotions became increasingly uncontrollable, and the energy he controlled also became more violent.
This state is wrong!
Malekith was acutely aware of this. However, the other party's energy had a way of stirring people's emotions, forcing them to act accordingly. He had already experienced the unbearable and nauseating nature of this energy and was using the energetic properties of ether particles to try to block it from his senses and body.
Suddenly, Malekith's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously consumed a large amount of ether particles to build a thick and solid spherical energy barrier around him. His senses were frantically alerting him to danger.
The slowly moving Algrim vanished instantly, appearing at Malekith's side like a teleporter, his blade-like claws extended, directly grasping the aetheric barrier held by Malekith. Without this barrier, Algrim's claws would have landed on his head.
The ether particles, Malekith's artifact, possess the characteristic of imbuing reality and illusion with corresponding properties according to his will. For example, at this moment, the ether energy, according to the will of its user, Malekith, has been imbued with the property of indestructible reality. Even Odin's Gungnir would struggle to penetrate this energy barrier endowed with such solidity in a head-on collision.
But Algrim broke through this concept. This also caught Malekith off guard, and he was almost hit in the face by the claws that pierced him.
Black energy.
Or the black liquid-like energy on the claws.
The opponent forcibly contaminated and assimilated the place where the claws touched the cover, and then broke through the defense of the cover.
Malekith, having grasped this, even though he was a thousand-year-old fox, could hardly contain his anger. This high level of contamination and energy assimilation was practically killing his etheric particles. Especially since the other party's contamination was both mental and physical. If things went wrong, not only would his body be contaminated and deformed, but his mind and thoughts might even become mad and abnormal, twisted into a soul form he couldn't even imagine.
The brilliant ether energy turned into a cloud of mist, and according to Malekith's will, it transformed into his additional energy limbs, binding Algrim. The powerful ether particles madly washed over the surface of his body and penetrated deep into his body through his mouth and nose, cutting like a knife, exploding like a bomb, and frantically carrying out all kinds of destruction.
Under the attack of the ether, Algrim's deformed organs exploded, releasing a pool of black blood, which splashed onto the ground and then disappeared into the air as if evaporating.
Malekith's reckless attack immediately inflicted immense damage on Algrim. He looked tattered, his body riddled with fist-sized holes. Blood and fragments of his internal organs splattered everywhere. In a matter of seconds, he was reduced to a tattered, hole-riddled mess. Even his dark armor couldn't protect him from this wave of explosive attacks.
Malekith believed that even if the Queen of Heaven was still alive on the battlefield, even if she survived the full impact of this attack, it would take at least a moment for her to fully recover. He glanced at Light Luke, who remained motionless. While he didn't understand why he suddenly stopped and didn't join the fight, this situation was exactly what Malekith needed most. He had to find a way to eliminate one of the two men first. While Algrim was dangerous, the pressure and threat he posed was still not as great as the one Light Luke had previously posed. So he planned to eliminate Algrim first and put him out of the game.
Malekith's plan was well-thought-out, but reality twisted and twisted against his will. As if unaware of his wounds, Algrim unfazed by them, launched another mad-dog attack on Malekith. His mind had been tainted and completely deranged, and he was fighting entirely on instinct.
Malekith, in a panic, used the ether to move aside, tumbling over, looking up at the inky black dimensional hole in the sky, darker and more terrifying than the depths of the ocean floor. He sensed that it was this dimensional hole that was providing Algrim with that sickening power. He invoked the ether to alter reality, to make the dimensional hole in the sky disappear, but, as expected, he encountered a strong resistance.
What shocked Malekith even more was that the dimension opposite seemed to have given birth to a shallow will, as if it was enraged, and released more energy from the void.
The sky shifted from a light drizzle to a heavy downpour. Black raindrops, like rivers, expanded from the sky into a vast, boundless void. The black liquid covered the ground, even sliding down the cracks that had been cut from the previous battle, reaching the lava layer.
What was even more unexpected was the angels flying in the sky. They realized that something was wrong the moment the dimensional hole appeared and wanted to leave, but their flying speed could not match the expansion speed of the hole. The entire battlefield was hit by this wave of red rain without any blind spots.
The angels' pristine white wings were dotted with black spots, and the black area was rapidly expanding. Some of the angels frantically flapped their wings, trying to shake off the black raindrops, but the black raindrops were like extremely sticky paint, clinging to their bones and unable to be shaken off. Instead, they rapidly seeped into their bodies.
Even if some clever angels initially used magic to create an energy shield, they were quickly contaminated and assimilated by the torrential downpour. To maintain this, they needed a constant supply of new energy. However, they were not queens, and except for a few powerful ones, this would only prolong their existence for a short while. Unless they could immediately escape the contaminated area, all energy was assimilated and contaminated under the torrential downpour. Even drawing on their own internal energy to resist was difficult, let alone absorbing the external energy that was now completely inaccessible.
This place has become an energy wasteland.
"Who is speaking?"
"Monster! Die, die, die!"
"I am the new king! You traitors will pay the price!"
A series of sudden and abrupt roars erupted from the mouths of the black-stained angels, and then they launched powerful and terrifying attacks on their companions. These angels absorbed a large amount of black energy into their bodies, then transformed it into a peerless attack and unleashed it upon their companions.
The angels, suddenly attacked by their companions, were instantly devastated. Most of them were struggling to resist the erosion and contamination of the black energy, but the sudden backstab from their companions completely upset their balance, becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back. Many angels wailed and fell from the sky, their crimson blood spilling into the air, only to be washed away completely by the black raindrops.
"Hold your spirit! Don't let this energy contaminate your consciousness!" Fernande, the High Archangel Military and Political Commander, loudly warned the remaining angels. His current condition wasn't great, but he was stronger than the other angels, and the energy within him could sustain him for longer. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness and despair. Even more terrifying, this energy seemed alive, sensing his emotions. The more powerless and desperate he felt, the more it would amplify those feelings. Fernande sensed that if his emotions reached their peak and he gave up resistance completely, that would be the moment his spirit and consciousness would be completely lost, completely contaminated and driven mad.
How many angels can return safely this time?
They were already the most elite warriors the Queen had brought out. If they died here, the Kingdom of Heaven might never recover, or even be destroyed, for a long time to come.
Fernande wanted to do something for the remaining angels, but he found himself powerless, even struggling to protect himself. Even more disheartening was the fact that this wave of attacks, which had nearly wiped out their entire angelic army, wasn't even the main cause; they were merely a group of pitiful creatures caught in the crossfire. And not just them; the frost giants, fire giants, and dark elves were also affected.
Gurgle!
Under a torrential downpour, the earth, stained by the black liquid's energy, began to violently regenerate. Before Fernande's wide-eyed eyes, humanoid creatures composed of rock, lava, and frost rose from the ground one after another, like waves of wheat in the wind. They were completely black, with only hints of other colors beneath their skin. The tallest stood nearly a hundred meters tall, while the shortest stood about two meters. They were like a new life form, representing chaos, animated by the black liquid, appearing in this world for the first time.
Fernande was acutely aware of some unknown, drastic change taking place on this planet. This energetic world seemed to have gained a touch of activity. The howling winds around him were like the planet's breathing as it slept, the undulating mountains were like the planet's chest rising and falling as it breathed, and the accelerating flow of lava was like the blood coursing through the planet's veins.
There seemed to be a rumbling sound in my heart!
It is still sleeping.
She's about to wake up!