On the battlefield of Antarctica, Malekith's mood was complex.
Confusion and panic were mixed with a touch of speechlessness.
Looking at the dense swarm around him, thousands of contestants with red eyes, like zombies, surging toward him, he didn't know how to react.
"It's only been a few thousand years... have these Asgardians gone this crazy?"
He didn't think these monsters were Midgardians, he still considered the criminals to be Asgardians.
At this moment, in Malekith's mind, the one who punched through the ship in the distance, Mashiwacha, must be the new prince of Asgard.
But as he made this judgment, he saw the ignited Hydrogen Bomb envelop the Asgardian prince's heir.
'Is this... regicide?' Malekith wondered uncertainly.
Far away, a contestant from the adjacent firearms zone retracted the submachine gun in his hand, a smirk plastered across his face.
Inside the submachine gun's magazine were dozens of spatially compressed Hydrogen Bombs, launched at the speed of sound using spatial abilities.
'The more people who die, the greater my chances of winning!'
'As long as I kill everyone else, I can win even if I only kill one Dark Elf,' the contestant thought.
It wasn't just him; everyone else on the scene had the same idea.
These people were originally death row inmates, living on the edge of the blade, about to be executed. Now, even with the head of Malekith, there were only six spots for Dark Elves.
Under these circumstances, the very idea of cooperation was a delusion. It was better to kill off the other main contenders first.
After all, they had already seen the strength of those aliens just now; they were nothing but a bunch of weak, garbage bodies.
"Roar!!!"
The next moment, accompanied by a roar, a figure burst out from within the mushroom cloud—it was Mashiwacha!
Relying on his formidable strength, he had actually endured the nuclear explosion.
Although he wasn't at the very center, the terrifying heat still annihilated the greater part of his body.
But in an instant, the immortal blessings bestowed upon him by several super-powered individuals took effect. As long as 50% of his limbs remained, he could survive.
At the same time, under the healing blessings, his limbs began to heal at a visible rate, and it wouldn't be long before he was fully recovered.
But even so, the fear of almost dying still made him furious. His eyes, filled with murderous intent, looked in the direction from which the nuclear missile had come.
"Good! Very good!" Mashiwacha sneered repeatedly, "If that's the case, then I'll kill all of you first, and the final victory will still be ours."
In the stunned eyes of the gun zone contestant, in a mere instant, Mashiwacha traversed a distance of over a thousand meters.
By the time he reacted, his head was already in Mashiwacha's grasp, instantly crushed.
With scarlet blood in his eyes, Mashiwacha held the Hydrogen Bomb submachine gun, unclipped the magazine, and removed the bullets before turning his gaze to the entire arena.
Godspeed!
In an instant, more than a dozen Hydrogen Bombs, filled with inner energy and fired at dozens of times the speed of sound, were launched.
Amidst the fear of most of the contestants, violent chain explosions erupted.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A supremely powerful body combined with a devastating weapon in hand instantly turned the surroundings into a sea of fire and death.
Bai Ye's decision seemed to have freed up six unclaimed spots, reducing competition, but in reality, it led to even more brutal fighting.
The next moment, amidst the high-temperature inferno of the Hydrogen Bomb, the brawl began!
Before the Dark Elves could be annihilated, these criminals started infighting among themselves. After all, with the Dark Elves' strength, they didn't need to consider whether they could win. The biggest challenge now was how to survive the battles of the other competitors.
"What's wrong with these guys?" Malekith's mentality collapsed.
Watching the competitors punch through ships one by one, treating the Hydrogen Bomb like firecrackers, his heart was already screaming for retreat.
He wanted to leave, but the criminals around him wouldn't ignore him so easily.
Seeing a spaceship hovering nearby, various colored energy waves immediately blasted it to pieces.
Looking at the shattered remains of the neighboring ship, he fell into complete silence.
He suddenly felt that it was better to stay inside this ship and do nothing.
Just like that, the Dark Elves, who had come to Earth to collect the Aether, were forced to cower inside their ship, watching the exciting spectacle of those players without having to buy a ticket.
If they didn't know the truth, the Dark Elves might even have thought that this group were the invaders.
But his small ship still couldn't protect him for long. Under the intense force, the battle was decided in less than ten minutes.
Most of the players who had been drawn in were now dead, casualties of the hydrogen bomb blast.
The rest managed to escape the super-powered group, terrified by how cutthroat it was here.
The next moment, Malekith felt a bright light above him as the top of the ship was torn open.
Five heads peered in, looking at him with the eyes of someone eyeing up a plump lamb.
"You want to... Ugh!" Malekith tried to speak, but one of the players grabbed his neck and pulled him out of the ship like a carrot.
"This should be what His Majesty was talking about, that... chicken, right?" one of the players said, using the translator so the others could understand.
"It looks so weak. Just a normal player." Another player voiced his confusion.
"That chicken is worth a spot, though. Is it really that weak? Did we get something wrong?" someone asked uncertainly.
"But he's already the most powerful one we found. We killed all the other Dark Elves."
"Hey, I'm asking you, what's your name, what are you doing?" One player slapped Malekith, immediately dazing him.
"This alien bumpkin probably doesn't understand the noble Earth language. He might not understand anything we say!"
The few of them were chatting casually, not taking the Malekith in their hands seriously at all.
What a disgrace, it's a complete disgrace!
He, a Dark Elf, was supposed to have once ruled the Nine Realms, but now he was being treated like garbage. Unforgivable!
Thinking of this, he stiffened his neck, glared at the group without hesitation, and then said in the most honest tone: "Big brothers, you've got the wrong person. My name isn't Malekith. The leader just sneaked off, he went in that direction."
As he spoke, he pointed in another direction without hesitation.
"Hey~ this guy, his Earth language is really authentic! How strange." The group didn't worry about the target he mentioned escaping. They looked extremely relaxed.
After all, the five people present had already wiped out all the Dark Elves. As long as nothing unexpected happened, they could survive. Now they just wanted to get a double reward.
So, looking at the worthless Malekith, a criminal's large hand swung out fiercely and slapped him directly.
"Hey, don't..." Malekith's pupils shrank suddenly, wanting to stop it.
"Slap!"
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