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[Frog] Chapter 280: Defeating Everything with Magic
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 18:08:32 +0000 UTCIn front of the Dark Elf ship, Alan and Wanda stood together, facing Malekith. Seeing all his subordinates slaughtered, Malekithâs fury was on the verge of erupting.
His gaze lingered on the Emperor Armor Alan was wearing, his expression tinged with confusion. Across the Nine Realms, he had never seen such a peculiar suit of armor. Who exactly was this person before him?
âWhat planet are you from?â Malekith asked.
Alan glanced at the gleaming spear in Malekithâs hand and thought to himself, Even if I told you, it wouldnât matter. Youâre going to die here anyway.
When Alan didnât answer, Malekith shifted his attention to Wanda, analyzing her closely. Judging by the state of his dead soldiers, it seemed this woman was the one responsible.
Malekith, having been defeated by Asgard a thousand years ago and lying dormant in the shadows of the universe for so long, understood the value of patience. Now, faced with two unidentified individuals, his first move was to press his communicator, ordering Algrim to return.
âAlgrim! Where are you?â
There was no response from the other side. Malekithâs heart sank. If the Dark Elvesâ only Cursed Warrior was dead, his invasion plans for Asgard would undoubtedly crumble.
âAlgrim!â Malekith shouted again, his voice trembling with rage. When no reply came, he smashed the communicator to the ground, his fury spilling over as he raised his spear and aimed it at Alan and Wanda.
âAlan, be careful!â
Wanda stepped in front of Alan, shielding him protectively. Her hands glowed with red Chaos Magic, ready to strike.
Alan chuckled lightly. This level of âletting others handle thingsâ was reaching new heights for him.
âDonât worry, heâs no match for me.â
Wanda nodded. âI know youâre the Emperor, and he canât defeat you, but I still donât want to see you take any risks.â
Alan felt goosebumps rise all over. It was all Red Queenâs fault. When she had used the Mind Stone to influence Wanda, sheâd implanted the concept of Alan being her âmaster,â leading to Wandaâs overly protective behavior.
What Alan didnât know was that back in Sokovia, when Wanda saw him spare Quicksilver and even save her, her heart had already started leaning toward him.
Malekith crouched low. As the last leader of the Dark Elves, he would not flee from battle. With a flash of cold light, his spear shot toward Alan. To everyoneâs surprise, Malekith could manipulate the spear to move independently.
Wanda snorted, full of disdain. Her Chaos Magic surged out, wrapping around the spear and redirecting it back toward its owner.
Caught off guard by Wandaâs overwhelming power, Malekith couldnât dodge in time and was struck in the shoulder by his own weapon. Alan laughed heartily at the sight. Having Wanda by his side truly made a differenceâno matter the enemy, he didnât even need to lift a finger!
Malekith pulled the spear out of his shoulder just as some of the Dark Elf soldiers returned from their search. Seeing their leader injured, they charged forward in unison.
âIâll handle these grunts,â Alan said confidently.
With his Aurora Sword in hand, he cut through the Dark Elf soldiers as though they were nothing but weeds. Witnessing Alanâs strength, Malekith felt despair creep into his heart.
Where did these monsters come from? Why must they appear now, of all times, to oppose me?!
He had been so close to obtaining the Aether, only for these people to block his path at the last moment!
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