Odin ran wildly.

Over there, the guards waiting at the entrance of the dormitory were all dead. The corpses lying on the ground, even hanging on the wall, and being pressed into the wall by the great force, silently told the latecomers how fierce their resistance was.

To no avail!

Malekith slowly pushed open the door of the dormitory, his movements solid and powerful.

What greeted him as he entered was a cold sword light.

The sword light is deep in the three elements of fast, accurate, and ruthless.

If this is a pure cold weapon duel, then the winner is already decided, and this sword will undoubtedly be inserted into Malekith's eyebrows, and it will pass through the brain.

At this time, a hand appeared in front of the sword blade out of thin air, and the pale and bloodless hand stretched out unhappily, and the middle finger lightly touched the silver sword tip, and the entire space seemed to shake slightly.

Countless black threads spread out from the point of contact between the finger and the tip of the sword, and these black lines intertwined with each other, constantly contracting and expanding, like a small black heart.

The sword stabbed the little heart fiercely, and at that moment the heart seemed to become a balloon again. In the small hole pierced by the blade, a black air stream erupted like a storm and formed a scream.

Black engulfs all the colors around you in this moment!

At the same time, the sharp Excalibur flew back upside down along with its owner.

The sword, of course, is the magic sword of Odin.

It's a pity that it is not the top artifact after all, and it cannot pose a threat to Malekis, a super strong man who fought against Pol, the first king of Asgard.

If it weren't for the Asgardians' use of the Rainbow Bridge's cross-space raid to take down the Aether first, it's hard to say who would win and who would lose. Without the ether, Malekith would have been beaten into a dog by Pol, and that's true.

After all, the top powerhouse will not be shaken by a relatively weak second-generation righteous god like Sif, not to mention that Sif's current situation is not good. She is weak, and she doesn't even have fifty percent of her usual combat strength.

Sif was blasted out, breaking several of the pillars of the dormitory, and finally sinking deep into the hard walls.

Sif is stuck in the ruins, and tries several times to climb out of it, but in the end he can't get out of this embarrassing situation.

Malekith raised his head forty-five degrees, and looked indifferently at the aether holder in front of him with a proud attitude, as if looking down. He had clearly noticed Sif had noticed the insignificant struggle, and he was reluctant to do it himself.

Behind him, the dark elf guards rushed past him, trying to encircle the poor creature in his eyes.

A dazzling light shone from the dormitory, and the bodies of the first few dark elves were instantly torn apart.

An old female voice spread throughout the audience.

"Stand down! monster!"

"If you get out of here. ”

"I can spare your life. ”

The queen of the gods, Frigga appeared majestically, wearing a long blue dress of a lake of water, and carrying a full-length artifact sword in the most graceful and luxurious dress.

She kicked off the heels on her feet, and walked barefoot between Malekith and Sif and held Sif in the foot.

"Queen of God......" Sif was sad, she really couldn't bear to let this kind goddess who had taken care of her and cared for her for thousands of years stand in front of her. This made Sif feel extremely ashamed, feeling that her efforts in martial arts training for the past two thousand years had been ruthlessly erased at this moment.

Feeling the awe-inspiring aura of not being angry and arrogant on Friggia's body, Malekith turned his head sideways, pouted and smiled, and was still in the mood to bow slightly: "You are ......"

"Don't think I'm too old to lift a sword!I'm Friggia, the queen of Asgard!" Frigga snapped his eyes, "Give me your name." I don't kill the nameless under the sword!"

"I am Malekis, the destroyer of Asgard. But my life is very big...... Old woman. The last appellation of Malekis's words is the greatest contempt for Friggia, not as a god queen, but as an old woman who is not worth mentioning: "Let me take back my things." I can spare your old woman's life. ”

Malekith has been suppressed for more than 10,000 years, and has seen the raging and violent Asgardian army of Bol, and he is a little disdainful of the current Asgard.

From the Asgardians' clumsy response just now, he could see that Asgard had weakened a lot.

It's inevitable.

Even Odin himself must admit that the latest generation of gods such as Thor, Sif and Heimdall do have a feeling that they are inferior to the generation of gods who have blown up the sky of the Aesir gods. Hela, the only one who can reach the level of a generation of gods, has to seal it herself.

For example, Tyr, the god of war, Badr, the god of light, Hodr, the god of darkness, and Mimir, the giant of wisdom, fell in a series of events such as war, civil strife, or failed alliances.

So much so that today's Aesir Protoss has withered in the gods and is not strong enough.

When the power pyramid structure of the Protoss is destroyed, it leads to a decline in the level of the middle and lower classes. After all, there are too many divine arts and god-level martial arts that have been lost.

This is the price of dominating the universe.

Malekith was careless after all.

Any master of this level will definitely need him to go all out.

If it weren't for the warning signs in his heart telling him that if he didn't dodge backwards next, he would surely die.

Perhaps Frigga would have killed him with this sudden blow.

It was a long, narrow light from the bottom up.

Fast as lightning, facing the azure sword full of divine power, Malekith was so frightened that he almost bit his tongue off.

Fortunately, with his rich combat experience, he managed to escape this catastrophe.

It's just that this time the cost of carelessness is a bit heavy, and the hot stinging pain from the right side of his face makes him know that his cheek has been slashed.

Friggia's divine power spread out on the right side of his face, creating an intense pain from the burning fire.

As soon as the sword light appeared, the second, third, and fourth swords came in a row.

Malekith is a supreme powerhouse of demonic and martial arts, he obeys his fighting instincts, lets go of his senses, and allows himself to have beastly intuition.

A few dodges dodge Friga's continuous slashing and stabbing attacks.

But if you lose in one move, you lose in one move.

was given the lead by the opponent, and Malekith was quite embarrassed.

His heart was full of horror, if he had been a little disapprehensive a moment ago, at this moment he had already understood that the strength of the old woman opposite him was at least at the peak level of the planetary level

He even guessed that the other party's strength level must be more than that, at least it was more than that, and it was likely that it had regressed to this level because of old age.

When the other party was at his peak, he was definitely a sub-heavenly father level comparable to his peak state.

It's not just about the level of strength.

And experience.

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