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Malekith had never been so close to death; Black Bolt's single word almost triggered his life flashing before his eyes.

Without looking back, Malekith knew that the soldiers behind him must have all died. He had multiple layers of defensive magic on him, and the armor he wore was no ordinary item. If he was almost killed, those ordinary soldiers stood no chance.

But Malekith couldn't care less at this moment. Since he had suffered such heavy injuries, he had to tear a piece of flesh from his opponent.

In Malekith's dictionary, there was no such thing as taking a loss.

The surface of the already pitch-black longsword was covered with a layer of dark magic, and the constantly pulsating purple-black energy was daunting. Malekith guaranteed that as long as this sword struck, even an Asgardian would lose their life.

Of course, that was on the premise that it hit.

The cursed sword stopped in the air one meter away from Black Bolt. No matter how Malekith channeled his power, the blade could not move forward.

Malekith's eyes widened. His blade had struck an invisible barrier. Only when the dark magic attached to the blade spread out could Malekith see an eggshell-shaped barrier.

Regardless of what this barrier was made of, Malekith had no way to break through it now. A sneak attack was all about retreating thousands of miles after a failed strike. Now was the time to retreat.

What 'never taking a loss'? What 'dictionary'? Neither was as important as his own life.

Malekith immediately let go, not even wanting the sword in his hand, decisively trying to squeeze into the portal.

However, Black Bolt would not give him this opportunity. He reached out his right hand like lightning, pulling Malekith out before the portal closed.

He turned and flung Malekith towards the direction of the Dark Elf remnants. Black Bolt stood firm and opened his mouth again.

"Goodbye."

"Buzz!"

A sound wave of even greater range than before instantly plowed the ground, and even the distant mountains were blasted into dust. Now, let alone corpses, even limbs could not be found.

"Karnak, are there any life signs?" Triton said, pressing the communicator. A reply came quickly from the other end.

"Apart from you, no living thing can be seen within the range of the aircraft's detection. Under the King's attack, they can't even leave a corpse behind."

"That's only to be expected." Medusa seemed unsurprised. This stemmed from her understanding of Black Bolt's strength, the confidence her lover brought her.

Black Bolt turned to look at Medusa, conveying all his words to his other half through telepathy, who dutifully relayed them to the others.

"It's all over. Under the King's leadership, we can triumphantly return. Believing that after eliminating an army, humans can solve this crisis themselves."

Black Bolt originally wanted to help humanity as discreetly as possible. Continuing to hide Attilan in the shadows could save a lot of trouble, so he chose the Dark Elf army, which had the least contact with humans.

If the least contact with humans was the Angels, or some other army, then Black Bolt would have chosen them as opponents. This could only be blamed on Malekith himself.

If he hadn't coveted greater benefits, he wouldn't have turtled up to wait for things to continue to escalate. While plotting greater benefits, a greater price was also waiting for him.

Obviously, he couldn't bear the cost.

Under Black Bolt's command, the Inhumans boarded the aircraft and left the battlefield. They had already cleared one-third of the obstacles for humanity, and the rest could only depend on humanity itself.

After all, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish. Black Bolt is the King of the Inhumans, not the King of humans. There is no need to stand up to defend humans. Being able to do this much is already the height of benevolence.

A race that can only rely on others for protection might as well be destroyed once and for all.

And the fact that humans have been able to inherit for thousands of years naturally has its own unique aspects. Whenever a crisis comes, this seemingly mediocre race will produce one or two peerless heroes, leading people to the future.

For example, the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the soldiers of the army, under the efforts of Yang Le and the agency's superheroes, they successfully recovered their homeland, and all those giants and lava monsters were beheaded.

Of course, after recovering their homeland, they did not stop. Based on the principle of the global village, they were sent to other invaded areas under the arrangement of the higher-ups, such as the disaster-stricken United States.

Laufey's Frost Giants were completely annihilated, Sindr was captured alive, and his subordinates were also cleared little by little. Hela was driven away by Yang Le, leaving only the undead army still wreaking havoc on Earth.

Malekith and the entire Dark Elf army were turned into dust by Black Bolt's roar. Now, the only army left on Earth is the Angel Army led by the Angel Queen.

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The Angels haven't been idle for the past few thousand years. Besides constantly manufacturing munitions, refining martial arts, they only have childbearing left. After all, being trapped outside the Nine Realms, they can only entertain themselves.

There has been no war for thousands of years, and the Angels are members of the long-lived race, which has led to an unexpectedly large number of Angels. Fortunately, Heaven is vast and rich in resources, otherwise it would have long been overpopulated.

Just counting heads, the Angel Army is only slightly smaller than the Undead Army. Races with fewer people like the Frost Giants simply can't compare to them. Twenty Angels can still spare some to fight one Frost Giant.

Before the war, no one thought that the Angels, who were called warmongers thousands of years ago, would be the ones contributing the most on the battlefield, almost all of them being mobilized.

In addition, their constantly rising weapon technology over the millennia has caused the humans to retreat steadily, and even the superhumans joining the battle have not improved the situation much.

And the Asgardian Allied Forces, to whom S.H.I.E.L.D. gave hope, have not arrived for some reason. If this continues, they may really have to ignore friendly forces and launch nuclear bombs.

At this moment of Earth's life and death, Yang Le took the initiative to approach Franklin and Valeria, telling them his bold idea.

"You want to mass-produce Green Lantern Rings?" Franklin's eyes widened.

"Humans can only save themselves." Yang Le nodded. "I just went to see, the Asgardian Allied Forces are blocked on the way to Earth by the Serpent."

"The Serpent's calculation is not bad. He doesn't want humans to see the savior. As long as the Asgardians are blocked on the way, then the hopeless Earthlings can provide him with a steady stream of energy, and then he will have the capital to fight Odin to the death."

Valeria immediately understood and said, "So as long as we bring hope to humans, then the Serpent's energy will be cut off, and then Odin can solve the Serpent."