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Malekith admitted that even in Midgard, some people with powerful abilities occasionally emerged, but as a noble mage, he looked down on those crude superpowers.

Besides, how strong could they be? Malekith was constantly opposing Asgard, and even those exaggerated Asgardians couldn't shock him. What could these weak Midgardians do?

Move mountains and fill seas? Teleport through space? Control elements? Magic could accomplish all of these. Only those who controlled magic were truly powerful, and Malekith firmly believed this.

Therefore, even on the battlefield, he remained elegant. The dark elves, standing in strict formation, made way for their king.

Unlike Earth, the emperors of the other Nine Realms were usually the strongest in their countries. Malekith even relied on his own strength to dethrone the previous dark elf king and quell the rebellion.

Don't let his refined appearance fool you. On the battlefield, Malekith was an opponent even Thor had to take seriously. He was a perfect example of someone skilled in both martial and intellectual pursuits.

"I don't remember notifying anyone to bring a jester to the army."

Malekith stopped after walking a sufficient distance, first delivering a practiced taunt. Amplified by magic, Medusa and the others could clearly hear his words even on the noisy battlefield.

"The jester should quickly retreat. On the battlefield, I don't have time to appreciate your performance."

Malekith waved his hand, his contemptuous attitude evident, as if he didn't take Medusa and the others seriously at all.

"How dare you speak to the great Black Bolt with such an attitude!"

Gorgon was furious, his hooves stomping heavily on the ground, causing a crack to spread towards Malekith.

Malekith casually waved his hand, and the restless ground rose and then returned to calm, just as he said, controlling the elements was something a mage could easily do.

"What a crude attack."

Malekith brushed the dust off his body, still looking calm and composed.

"If possible, I still hope to fight someone elegant enough. After all, I'm going to behead a crude Asgardian in a moment, and the same battle will bore me."

Gorgon wasn't particularly angry at Malekith's words. His anger towards the latter stemmed entirely from the latter's insult to Black Bolt.

A subject's death for the sake of his lord was not just talk for a loyal subject.

So he raised his leg again, ready to give this guy who insulted his serving king a hard blow, but was stopped by a strand of red hair.

"Queen?" Gorgon cast a questioning look.

"Fall back, Gorgon."

Medusa's eyes also contained anger, wishing she could tear Malekith into pieces, but the king's order made her suppress her anger.

"The King wants to 'chat' with him personally."

Gorgon said nothing more, respectfully retreating to the side. Malekith, seeing this, then turned his attention to Black Bolt, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end.

"Chat?" Malekith picked his ear.

"Sorry, I haven't heard you speak from just now until now. Is it because your voice is too soft, or do you have some special ability?"

"In order to avoid unnecessary killing, the kind Black Bolt rarely spoke when he was young, and after adulthood, he even vowed never to speak unless necessary."

Medusa stood beside Black Bolt, explaining to the ignorant Malekith with a proud expression.

"This vow? Does it have any effect?"

Malekith was puzzled.

"Could it be that I will die as soon as he opens his mouth?"

Malekith had read about magic that killed with words in books. It sounded very convenient, but the price to pay was not something ordinary people could bear.

Malekith weighed the pros and cons and gave up the idea of learning this magic. With that time, he might as well strengthen a low-level magic like fireball.

This magic would only work when you possessed overwhelmingly powerful strength. After all, magic was about equivalent exchange, and all seemingly unreasonable parts of magic were made up for by magic power or other sacrifices.

In simple terms, this magic could only be used on creatures with no power to restrain a chicken, and it was useless when dealing with powerful enemies, even more useless than chicken ribs.

Malekith didn't believe that anyone would practice this kind of magic from childhood to adulthood, after all, he couldn't feel any magic power from Black Bolt.

That is to say, the other party was using some kind of superpower, and this superpower was triggered by sound, then Malekith felt there was nothing to fear.

Secretly putting on several layers of defensive magic on his body, Malekith remained calm on the surface, putting on a nonchalant appearance.

"You know nothing about Black Bolt's power."

Medusa raised her head proudly, looking strangely like a rubber man who was promoting his teammates.

"The merciful Black Bolt is willing to give you a chance."

Medusa continued to relay Black Bolt's words.

"As long as you take your army back to your own country and swear never to come to Earth again, then Black Bolt can spare your life."

Malekith's expression changed for a moment. The thing he hated most in his life was being looked down upon by others, which all stemmed from his miserable life as a child, those days worse than pigs and dogs.

"I'm really being underestimated."

Malekith's tone was still elegant, but his expression looked strange, with a feeling of impending collapse.

"I've decided to use all of you as magical test subjects, to make you spend the rest of your lives in pain and fear!"

Malekith flipped his wrist, and a jet-black long sword appeared in his right hand. At the same time, his left hand also condensed a powerful dark magic and was about to throw it out when…

Black Bolt spoke.

"Get out."

With just one word, a powerful sonic wave erupted instantly, starting from Black Bolt's mouth. Malekith didn't even have time to figure out what was happening before he was swept into it.

Not only Malekith was affected, but also the dark elf army standing behind him. The sonic wave instantly swept through half of the army, and for a time, sand and rocks flew, obscuring the sky and the sun, and it was impossible to see what was happening in the smoky sky.

Black Bolt suddenly looked to his left. A discordant little black spot appeared in his upper left, and in the blink of an eye, the black spot expanded several times, and a very embarrassed Malekith emerged from it.

At this time, where was the dark elf king's usual elegance? His hair was disheveled, and his body, not to mention armor, was covered in blood, and not even a good piece of meat could be found.

But the most frightening thing was Malekith's face, that crazy and resentful look was like a demon from hell.