'Midgardians are nothing more than a pitiful, low-level species. Weak and utterly incompetent.' This was the consensus among the Dark Elf soldiers.
Compared to their ancient enemies in Asgard, the people of Earth were hopelessly fragile. To the invaders, these creatures weren't even qualified to flee.
The Dark Elf warriors tore through the city without restraint, wantonly reaping civilian lives. Their king was currently occupying the only two formidable defenders, leaving the soldiers completely unbothered by any potential resistance.
That was until they encountered a lone, black-haired girl who hadn't fled the square. Luna stood calmly in the rubble, a gravity anomaly generator planted firmly behind her, radiating intense waves of magic.
"Kill her," Commander Algrim ordered, his eyes narrowing as he signaled his troops.
He was the fierce warrior who had previously transformed into a Kurse, traded blows with Loki, and ultimately been hammered into the dirt by Thor. Because his soul had survived the encounter, Malekith had resurrected him using the Aether.
Algrim knew instinctively that the girl in front of him was incredibly dangerous. He needed to eliminate this hidden threat for his king.
However, the moment his warriors took a single step forward, the gravity generator emitted a blinding pulse of light. The advancing Dark Elves instantly vanished in batches.
"Witch, what did you do to them?" Algrim roared, startled and furious.
"Nothing special," Luna replied with a bright smile. "I just sent them to a map with a much higher difficulty setting."
"Humans are utterly incomparable to our race, witch," Algrim scoffed, forcing himself to calm down. "No matter what battlefield you send them to, the only thing you will hear is the wailing of your own kind."
He activated his communicator, expecting to hear a swift victory report. Instead, he was immediately greeted by the terrified, agonized screams of his soldiers.
"What is happening with these people?!" a Dark Elf shrieked over the comms. "One of them is completely engulfed in fire like a demon, another is summoning lightning, and one is shooting lasers from his eyes!"
"Sir, we need reinforcements!" another soldier begged. "These humans have metal claws growing out of their hands! The more we stab him, the angrier he gets!"
"We're dying! The people on this planet are monsters!"
Algrim stood frozen, utterly confused by the sudden influx of chaotic reports. These humans had been completely helpless just moments ago.
'Could there be a specialized sub-species of enhanced humans on this planet?' Algrim wondered. The existence of these meta-humans would certainly explain why the witch standing before him, and Ethan Hunt fighting their King, were so overwhelmingly powerful.
Algrim's gaze drifted back to Luna, a profound sense of dread washing over him. This meta-human needed to die, or she would become a catastrophic threat to Malekith's reign.
"My warriors, it is time to prove your absolute loyalty to the king," Algrim declared, glancing back at his elite guard.
Without hesitation, he drew a jagged blood-blade infused with dark magic and plunged it directly into his own heart. The dark curse immediately erupted from the wound.
Algrim growled in agony as his musculature expanded at a terrifying, visible rate. Bone-like protrusions burst from his skull, transforming him into a monstrous Kurse—the only weapon capable of wiping out these meta-humans.
"You will pay the price for my fallen warriors, witch," Algrim sneered, his voice distorted into a guttural rumble. He and the remaining cursed soldiers began to close in on Luna.
"I'm really not interested in brawling with you," Luna sighed dismissively. She needed to conserve her divine energy for the final clash with Malekith.
Besides, she knew the perfect candidates to deal with a pack of muscular bruisers.
'The offensive teleportation was a complete success,' Luna thought to herself. 'Let's try a reverse summon.'
Receiving the target coordinates through Professor Xavier's telepathic link, she channeled her magic into the terrestrial generator and pressed the trigger.
With a thunderous crash, two massive, muscular behemoths—one emerald green and one crimson red—materialized directly behind Luna. The sudden spatial displacement left both monsters looking completely disoriented.
"Roar!" the Hulk bellowed, instinctively glaring up at the swarm of dark elf aircraft bombing the city.
"What are you yelling for? Have you forgotten everything I taught you, you idiot?" General Thaddeus Ross snapped, shifting his massive Red Hulk form to deliver a swift kick to the green behemoth's rear.
For the past few months, Ross had taken it upon himself to train the Hulk. Through rigorous contact, the seasoned general realized that the Hulk wasn't a mindless monster, but rather a being with the emotional intelligence of a toddler.
His catastrophic rampages were less about malice and more akin to a two-year-old throwing a destructive tantrum. So, Ross had implemented a strict, militaristic parenting style.
When the kid acted out, he got a beating; when he refused to listen, he got pummeled into submission. Ross firmly believed that strict discipline would mold the Hulk's worldview and prevent future disasters.
Since the Hulk fought with the chaotic flailing of a child, Ross had also begun drilling him in actual military combat techniques.
Rubbing his backside, the Hulk looked down at Ross with a pathetic, aggrieved expression. He didn't show an ounce of anger or rebellion. To his toddler-like mindset, this strict father figure was the absolute authority, completely untouchable and beyond challenge.
The Hulk subconsciously reflected on his mistake, his limited intellect slowly piecing the problem together. He was supposed to ask for permission before breaking things.
"Sir, Hulk wants to smash," the green giant grumbled eagerly, staring up at the alien fighters. He desperately wanted to leap onto the tallest skyscraper and swat the aircraft out of the sky.
Ross frowned deeply and delivered another swift kick to the Hulk's leg. "I told you, we aren't on the training grounds right now! Address me properly!"
"Okay, Dad. Hulk understands," the behemoth mumbled, covering his bruised backside with both massive hands.
Seeing the terrifying world-breaker acting so submissive and aggrieved brought a twisted sense of satisfaction to the hardened general.
But then the word 'Dad' finally registered in his mind, and his temper instantly flared.
"Who gave you permission to call me Dad?!" Ross roared furiously. "Don't even dream about it! You call me sir!"
The Hulk whimpered, giant tears welling up in his eyes. 'Dad really doesn't love me,' he thought miserably.
"Hey, now isn't really the time for domestic disputes," Luna interrupted, unable to watch the bizarre display any longer. "Have you assessed the tactical situation yet?"
Ross paused, his crimson features shifting as he took in the chaotic warzone. "Professor Xavier just sent me the briefing," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "Another alien invasion. These bastards really have a death wish."
Ross turned his burning gaze toward the advancing Kurse warriors, his massive fists clenching tight. As a soldier of the old guard, he had fought to defend his country. But in this new interstellar era, humanity's internal squabbles were entirely meaningless.
They needed to stand united to protect the honor of the entire human race.
"Stop your crying," Ross ordered, his tone softening slightly as he looked at the sniffling green giant beside him. "Listen up, soldier. I'm going to take you to beat up these ugly bastards, and then we can go smash some planes together. How does that sound?"
"Okay!" the Hulk cheered, loudly wiping his runny nose as his tears vanished.
"More meta-humans," Algrim noted, his expression darkening as he stared down the two colored behemoths. This was becoming incredibly troublesome.
"End this quickly," Algrim commanded his elite guard. "You lot focus on the red one. I will personally slaughter the green one."
Without waiting for a response, the Dark Elf commander charged directly at the Hulk.
Algrim figured his dozen cursed warriors could easily stall the Red Hulk. Meanwhile, the green beast in front of him was clearly mentally deficient.
The creature had literally just been crying like a cowardly child, snot still running down his face. It would be an effortless kill. Once the weak link was broken, they could easily overwhelm the red monster together.
"Roar!" the Hulk bellowed as Algrim rushed him.
While he might have been teary-eyed and snot-nosed a second ago, the Hulk's aura instantly shifted. The harmless, scolded child vanished, replaced by a peerless, apocalyptic beast.
'It doesn't matter if Dad hits me,' the Hulk thought, his rage boiling over. 'But who the hell are you?!'
All of his suppressed frustration erupted in a fraction of a second. The Hulk pulled his fist back and unleashed a punch with the kinetic force of a volcanic eruption, slamming it directly into Algrim's chest.
With a deafening sonic boom, Algrim was launched backward like a cannonball, violently crashing through three entire concrete buildings before finally skidding to a halt.
The single, catastrophic punch had left the Dark Elf commander severely mangled and struggling to even stand.
Before Algrim could process the pain, the Hulk descended from the sky like a green meteor. He planted his massive foot directly onto the commander's skull, effortlessly crushing it into the pavement before spitting on the corpse in pure disdain.
"Puny elf," the Hulk grunted.
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