dmims Chapter 97 The Provocative Ant
Chapter 97 The Provocative Ant
The Holy Lord did not deny it: "The Aether is inside her. Malekith wants it, and the Vault is currently the safest place."
Thor paused for a moment and nodded. "I understand."
Saul believed in the Holy God; it was a trust born from the soul: "Did you get what you wanted?"
The Holy Lord raised his hand, and two talismans appeared in his palm: "What is mine will always be mine."
Thor looked at the two runes, then glanced down at the bull rune on the hammer handle: "The artifact fragments are completely different in your hands. Mine is still trembling. Is this resonance?"
The Holy Lord nodded: "These things will react to my presence when they sense my aura."
Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly, and the light of the Ox Talisman gradually dimmed under the influence of Shendu's aura.
"What are you going to do next?" Thor asked.
"Wait," the Holy Lord replied simply. "The great fish will come in person later."
On the Dark Elf's airship, Malekith stood by the window, watching the battlefield below, his face gradually darkening.
Both groups of elite warriors sent to the treasure vault lost contact, and the team sent to capture Jane lost signal after encountering a red-haired woman.
"My lord," the general said, walking up behind Malekith and noticing the man's downcast expression, "the third contingent is ready and can depart at any time."
Malekith did not immediately give the order; his gaze traveled through the buildings of Asgard and landed at the deepest part of the Golden Palace.
What is it in Odin's vault that is preventing his warriors from advancing?
Malekith turned around, his eyes flashing with a cold light: "No need, I'll go myself."
The general hesitated for a moment: "Sir, this is too dangerous."
"Danger?" Malekith's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "I've been wandering the void for thousands of years, waiting for this day. What danger could there be in Odin's treasury?"
Inside the Golden Palace Treasury, the Holy Lord sat on the threshold of the secret chamber with his eyes closed. His consciousness was spreading throughout Asgard through the Mind Stone, sensing the location and state of every living being.
On the main battlefield, Asgardian warriors are engaged in fierce fighting with the dark elves. Both sides are suffering heavy casualties. However, this is Asgard's home ground, and the Asgardian soldiers, who are familiar with the terrain, generally have the upper hand.
A massive spaceship was flying above the Golden Palace, and the Holy Lord could sense a powerful life form inside it.
"Here it comes." The Holy Lord opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Wanda immediately stood up straight: "Master, you need me..."
The Holy Lord stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes: "No need, you stay here to protect Jane."
"That woman cannot die now; I need to make sure she's in my hands," the Holy Lord's voice commanded in Wanda's mind. "Keep a close eye on her."
Wanda frowned slightly but still respectfully replied, "Yes, Master."
Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly: "I'll go with you."
The Holy Lord glanced at him and nodded.
The two left the secret room, passed through the passage to the treasure vault, and arrived at the vault door.
The guards bowed respectfully to the Holy Lord and Thor as they emerged, saying, "Prince Thor, Holy Lord."
"Open the door," Thor commanded.
The guard hesitated for a moment and looked at the Holy Lord beside him. After the Holy Lord nodded, the guard captain waved his hand and ordered the gate to be opened.
The massive golden gate slowly opened, and the light from the treasure vault reappeared in the corridor. At the other end of the corridor, a figure was walking towards the treasure vault.
With pale skin, jet-black eyes, and a sword made of dark matter in his hand, he walked slowly and steadily toward the treasure vault with heavy, powerful steps.
Malekith, leader of the Dark Elves.
He stopped in the middle of the corridor, his eyes sweeping over Thor before landing on the Holy Lord, from whom he sensed the aura of the Great Lord of Death.
"So you're the one guarding the treasure vault?" Malekith's icy voice rang out.
The Holy Lord did not answer, but simply looked at Malekith silently, his face showing no change in expression.
Malekith turned his gaze to Thor: "Thor, son of Odin, now I've come for revenge, and I'll start with you."
Thor raised Mjolnir, lightning flashing across its head: "Malikis, today is your end. Your revenge will not succeed."
Malekith sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "You?
He raised his dark matter sword, pointing it at Thor: "You don't even know what an aether is, you don't understand how powerful I am, so what makes you think today is my doomsday?"
Thor did not answer, but simply gripped Mjolnir tighter. The bull charm on the handle shone brightly, resonating with Thor's power as the god of thunder.
Malekith stared at the bull rune on the hammer handle, making no attempt to hide the greed in his eyes: "This is a fragment of an artifact? Its power is indeed formidable."
Malekith frowned and looked at the Holy Lord again: "You also have the aura of a fragment of a divine artifact on you. Just who are you?"
The Holy Lord spoke calmly, "You are not qualified to know."
The Holy Lord raised his hand, and a flame condensed in his palm, illuminating the entire corridor. The flame transformed into a fire dragon, roaring as it charged toward Malekith.
Malekith's pupils contracted slightly as he watched the attack, and he instinctively raised his dark matter sword, conjuring a black energy shield in front of him.
The fire dragon crashed into the energy shield with a loud bang, causing the entire corridor to tremble. The flames dissipated, and Malekith staggered back a few steps, several cracks appearing on his shield.
He stared wide-eyed at the Holy Lord, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You…"
"Your shield is quite good," the Holy Lord said calmly. "If it can block my attack once, can it block it a second time?"
Malekith's expression turned grim. He realized that the man before him was far more dangerous than Thor, perhaps even more dangerous than Odin.
The atmosphere in the corridor froze. Flames flickered in the palm of the Holy Lord's hand. Malekith gripped the Dark Matter Sword tightly, his black eyes fixed on the Holy Lord, his mind racing.
He had wandered through the starry sky for countless years and seen too many powerful beings, but he had never seen a man like the one before him. His composure and his condescending gaze made it seem as if Malekith was just a slightly larger ant in the eyes of the Holy Lord.
This feeling enraged him, a dark elf.
Malekith's voice suppressed rage: "You think you can defeat me like this! I've lived in the Void for so long and have seen far more powerful forces than your flames!"
The Holy Lord did not answer, but simply looked at her calmly, but it was this look in his eyes that made him even angrier.
"Thor," the Holy Lord said casually, staring at Malekith, "step back."
Thor was taken aback: "What did you say?"
The Holy Lord's voice remained calm: "Go and protect Jane. This ant has been provoking my authority. I will show him what power is."