Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 210 You stepped in with your right foot first, so you deserve to die!
No one knows when it happened, but those dark elves who had followed Malekith into Asgard were now lying scattered in pools of blood.

Their bodies were either covered with charred electric shock marks, or pierced through vital organs by unknown attacks, and some were even left with no intact corpses.

And his close friend, on whom he had placed so much hope, who had now succumbed to an ancient curse and become a cursed warrior, was no better off.

He was being rapidly dismembered by that unassuming young man wielding a knife; indeed, the word "dismemberment" perfectly described his current state.

The young man held a longsword that emitted a strange, eerie green light, and kept striking Algorim.

Each time he swung his longsword, he would cut off small pieces of flesh from Algolim's body. If Algolim hadn't tried his best to dodge, his head would have been severed by that eerie green longsword long ago!

Damn, what's going on? Is he dreaming?

It should be noted that Algolim has now become the most powerful soldier among the Dark Elves—the Cursed Warrior.

Its combat power is so great that it can crush most of the Aesir gods, and even the god-king Odin can rival it.

If facing anyone other than Odin, Algolim could even take on the entire Asgard single-handedly. But this powerful warrior is now like a piece of meat on a chopping board, being thoroughly mocked by the boy he once looked down upon.

"This can't go on!" Malekith's aether particles surged wildly around him, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

If even Algolim falls here, it not only means that the Dark Elves have lost their sharpest weapon, but also foreshadows the complete collapse of their meticulously planned revenge.

We must find a way to save Algolim!

Algolim's massive body crashed to the ground, his severed right arm lying across his side like a withered branch.

His once indestructible skin was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and dark red blood beads seeped out along the grooves, staining the ground with shocking patterns.

His chest was caved in, his ribs were shattered, and his internal organs were emitting blue smoke under the corrosive power of magic. His left leg was twisted at an eerie angle, and his kneecap had turned to dust.

If it weren't for the powerful life force granted by the curse, which stubbornly sustained this broken body, it would have long since perished.

Even so, he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Malekith's eyes flashed crimson, and the ether particles around him surged violently like boiling magma.

He completely abandoned Odin, roaring as he transformed into a dark red afterimage and charged towards Harry.

Amidst the howling wind, his roar distorted the surrounding space.

"Let him go!"

Seeing this, Odin did not stop them, but smiled indifferently.

Because he knew that Harry didn't need his help!
Sure enough, just as Malekith was about to rush out, Harry caught his movement and then suddenly sped up.

The eerie green beam of light, like a venomous snake's tongue, tore through the air and, with an aura of annihilation, slashed fiercely across Algolim's neck!
Wherever this beam of light passed, space distorted and trembled, emitting a piercing shriek.

Algolim's enormous head slowly detached from his neck as the beam of light sliced ​​through it.

The crimson light in the eyes of this strongest cursed warrior of the dark elves quickly dimmed, and his massive body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Thus, Malekith's most capable general perished!

Throughout the entire ordeal, thanks to the anti-seal inscription Harry had casually carved, Malekith didn't even hear the screams of Algolim and the other dark elf soldiers!
"No!"

Seeing his dearest friend being so cruelly murdered by the enemy right before his eyes, Malekith could no longer contain his anger and roared.

As Malekith frantically channeled his ethereal power, the black sphere of light that coalesced in his palm resembled a black hole that devoured light, its surface wreathed in streams of purple lightning.

Each burst of electric arc scorched the surrounding air into a charred vortex.

He roared as he hurled the ball of light. The energy, imbued with world-destroying power, shattered the space around it, causing it to crumble like a broken mirror, and swept towards Harry.

"You will pay for Algolim's life!"

Now that he has mastered the Aether particle, Malekith's power is incomparable to what it was before, and he has reached the level of a Celestial.

Although he did not fully master the ether particle, and could only use it to carry out some simple attacks and modify some simple realities, this was already a great power of a high level!

Malekith's attack was not just a simple energy attack; he also intended to turn Harry into a pile of flesh and blood.

Although Harry was stronger than Malekith, Malekith did not believe he could withstand the attack.

Such a powerful attack could only be stopped by a powerhouse of Odin's caliber!
So, this annoying bug will eventually die!

However, what happened next caught Malekith completely off guard.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying magical power erupted from the young man in front of them. This magical power was mostly crimson, but it was mixed with five colors.

If that were all, it wouldn't have been so bad. But what surprised him even more was that when the ether particles came into contact with these special magical forces, they were unable to do anything to them for a while and were instead forcibly pushed back!

Malekith's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes churned with a storm of emotions.

He knew perfectly well what it meant when the power of the ether was being suppressed in the opposite direction.

The magical power within the boy before me is of a quality that surpasses even the power of the Infinity Stones! How is this possible?

Magical power higher than the Infinity Stones...

How could such a powerful force exist in this world?
Malekith, who had always relied on Aether particles to crush others, finally experienced what it meant to be crushed.

"Slay the demon god...destroy the hell dimension..." he muttered to himself, the madness in his eyes gradually replaced by fear.

Those declarations he once dismissed as arrogant ravings now appeared so real and terrifying under the pressure of the five-colored magic.

He may very well have killed a demon god and destroyed some unfortunate hell dimension!
Damn it, why did he have to run into such a trivial incident? Could it be that the Dark Elf race is doomed to perish?
Malekith knew perfectly well that, just like Asgard, if he died, the Dark Elves would have no hope left.

Therefore, for the sake of his clan's prosperity and driven by his own survival instinct, Malekith suddenly ceased his attack.

A smile more painful than a grimace distorted his cold, stern face; the curve of his lips was as stiff as a frozen wax figure.

He forcefully suppressed the metallic taste in his throat, his voice carrying a fawning tone that even he himself loathed:
“Your Excellency…” Malekith uttered this honorific title he had never used before, raising his hands in a gesture of goodwill:
"We apologize for our earlier offense and beg your forgiveness. We only ask that you show leniency and spare our lives!"

Harry looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Are you joking right now?

Harry shook his head, looking serious.

"I'm sorry, sir, we could have sat down and talked things over, but you did something I can't forgive, so we must continue fighting!"

Should we continue fighting?

How is this possible?

Malekith's crimson eyes were filled with terror. Ignoring the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, he spoke again, his voice trembling, his tone utterly subservient:
"Your Excellency, what exactly offended you? I am willing to apologize with the utmost sincerity!"

The multicolored magic flowing around Harry was so powerful and imposing that it ignored his pleas for mercy.

Malekith's back was already soaked with cold sweat, his mind frantically trying to figure out the other party's bottom line.

He staggered forward half a step, almost pleading:

"It was my arrogance that caused my offensive words! I am willing to cut off my own arm as an apology, but I beg you to show mercy and spare me and my people!"

But Harry still didn't react, and the chaos magic got even closer to Malekith.

With death looming ahead, Malekith grew even more anxious and immediately asked:

"The Dark Elves are willing to give up the Aether and offer it to you, just to ask that you spare our lives!"

Harry's gaze grew increasingly strange. "Are you kidding me? When you die, the Aether will be his too!"

Perhaps realizing how foolish his earlier request had been, Malekith thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Please tell us what we did that you cannot forgive. We hope for your forgiveness on the condition that the Dark Elves sign a slave pact with Kamar-Taj!"

Hearing Malekith's words, Harry paused, then finally explained:

"Fine, I agree, but you're still going to die!"

Then, Harry said calmly:

"Malikis is not here!"

The next moment, the powerful chaotic magic completely broke through the blockade of the aether particles, and everything on Malekith gradually erased his body.

Before his death, Malekith did not harbor too much resentment, because he knew that the Dark Elves could still exist in this universe.

However, he was still curious and asked a moment before his consciousness faded:
"So please tell me, what exactly did we do wrong?"

Harry thought for a moment, scratched his head, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

“You all stepped in with your right foot first, while I prefer to step in with my left, so you deserve to die!”

Upon hearing Harry's explanation, Malekith was like, "???"

Spicy balls!

The Dark Elves are finished!
Following such a capricious master, their clan will probably be wiped out soon!
Damn it, why did this happen!

Even though Malekith was unwilling, his consciousness completely dissipated in the next moment, leaving only a little gray dust that dissipated with the flow of air!

Thus, Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves and the master of the Aether particles, fell once again!

And where he had just stood, nothing remained except for the eternally unchanging ether particles.

Harry, slightly out of breath, calmed his magic with Odin's help, then slowly walked to the front of the Aether particles...

(End of this chapter)