Super God: If I punch you, you will die

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0444 Qi Lin - Black Coffin, invincible! [Please subscribe]

"Be careful."

Natasha's expression changed, and she gasped in surprise.

The corpse of the organization's warrior suddenly came to life; such a powerful attack had not yet completely killed him.

His already ferocious eyes were now stained with blood.

The reading speed was so fast that it was difficult to react, and it turned into a streak of light and rushed towards Qilin.

"A faint, murky emblem, an untamed and arrogant talent; a surge, a denial, a paralysis, a fleeting moment, hindering eternal slumber. The crawling Iron Princess, the self-mutilating clay doll, uniting, rebounding, extending to the ground, knowing its own powerlessness!"

The entire space trembled, and the black light descended from the sky.

As the chanting began.

The black fragments gradually formed a magnificent, pitch-black wall.

The black coffin sealed the cursed warrior inside.

"Broken Dao No. 90 - Black Coffin!"

Natasha and the others stared in astonishment at the pitch-black coffin, hardly believing what they were seeing. Was this still the world they knew?

One after another, black swords plunged into the black coffin like a sudden storm.

Then everyone heard that pitiful scream, as if it were the scream of a vengeful ghost coming from hell, so pitiful.

next moment.

The pitiful cries gradually weakened until nothing could be heard anymore.

silence.

Extremely silent.

It was deathly silent.

The black coffin that had horrified everyone completely collapsed, spewing out a cloud of blood mist.

The arrogant cursed warrior's body crashed to the ground.

It is completely unrecognizable.

The cursed warrior who had slaughtered countless people, the last cursed warrior of Malekith, the leader of the dark elves, was so easily eliminated.

It lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of rotten meat.

The other dark elf warriors once again experienced what despair and fear truly meant. These invaders, no longer arrogant as before, were now filled with terror.

Whoosh!

Breaking through all obstacles, the sound of shattering echoed in the air.

Dragging along a perfect arc.

It accurately struck a dark elf warrior, whose body instantly exploded into a bloody mist and vanished.

The dark elf warriors witnessed the death of their comrades time and time again.

Such a bizarre death.

They went completely mad, their veins bulging, their eyes popping out, their eyes filled only with bloodlust and slaughter.

These raging dark elves are a monstrous flood.

It will engulf everything.

Angel Yan raised the Fiery Sword high, continuously gathering energy at its tip. The immense energy shone like another sun in the sky.

Everyone gazed at the sky, witnessing firsthand the power of Angel Yan and its terrifying energy.

"Just a bunch of ants..."

Angel Yan parted her cherry lips slightly.

Despite his stunning profile, Angel Yan remained completely unmoved; he was now focused on eliminating these intruders.

Simultaneously.

Holy area.

Asgard.

Malekith's dark elf army has entered Askeld, and they have fought their way in, completely bloodthirsty.

Every dark elf warrior is a mad killing machine.

Asgard was littered with corpses, a scene of utter desolation.

Malekith, the leader of the dark elves, laughed arrogantly as he looked down upon the entirety of Asgard, a battlefield that was about to become his battlefield, the battlefield where he would reveal his true nature.

"Dark Elf warriors, for Watt Alheim, charge—slay—wash Asgard in blood—"

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"Dark Elf warriors, for Watt Alheim, charge! Slaughter! Wash Asgard in blood!"

"The Dark Elf leader Malekith shouted loudly, with a vast, overwhelming army of Dark Elves behind him.

Their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

These lives, born in the darkness, can only find peace in the bloodshed that calms their inner turmoil and restlessness.

They are bloodthirsty by nature.

He has a fondness for war.

With aggression.

The endless army of dark elves roared, venting their inner impulses and bloodlust.

"Come on -"

"kill!!!"

……

Without Bor and without Odin, Asgard was like a piece of meat on a chopping block, at the mercy of others, while the shouts of Malekith's dark elf army echoed across the sky.

Loki's face was resolute.

"I, the King of Asgard, will never back down. This throne is bestowed upon me by the gods, and I will never yield it. Never!!"

He, Loki, will never fail the Flame God.

At the same time, the sunlight in Asgard was blocked, and a dark, all-encompassing force swept in like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire city. The darkness, like an insidious germ, spread, devouring all light.

Darkness descends.

Asgard is about to fall.

Throughout these long years, Malekith's heart has always yearned for darkness. To let darkness engulf Asgard, to shroud all nine kingdoms, to turn the entire universe into a realm of darkness. Only darkness is Malekith's final resting place.

He craved darkness.

"I never imagined that even Odin would be gone, and Asgard would no longer be the glorious realm of the gods. And you, Loki, are nothing but a cunning villain, hahahahaha... Odin was actually outmaneuvered by such a despicable person as you... You only have yourself to blame... However, you are not worthy of being king."

Malekith looked at Loki with disdain.

His eyes were bloodshot; hatred was his greatest motivation.

Even if Bor is dead, and Odin is dead, so what? He will make all of Asgard pay for the mistakes they have made.

"Let darkness descend!"

Malekith laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

In Loki's horrified gaze, he witnessed a scene that sent chills down his spine. Darkness, like a claw reaching out from hell, devoured a soldier.

His body had become completely corrupted.

They transformed into dark elf soldiers.

The screams echoed, and the memory kept replaying in my mind.

The already exhausted Asgardian soldiers suddenly became excited, their eyes turning completely black.

They lost their most basic rationality.

Dark Elf soldiers born in the darkness joined Malekith's army, becoming part of the invading force.

"Loki, you can no longer defend Asgard. Give up."

Malekith looked at the dejected Loki, a mocking smile spreading across his lips. He wanted to see the King of Asgard in such a sorry state.

Although he would much rather see Bor kneeling before him, in that humble, lowly, and destitute state.

Facing Malekith.

Loki, disheveled yet utterly defeated, lowered his head, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve. "Malachian, did I really think you could make me submit?"

"I, Loki, will never surrender. The only one in this world who can make me, Loki, kneel is not you. And you will pay the price for your actions; he… the gods will punish you!"

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An endless darkness enveloped the entirety of Asgard, while Malekith laughed wildly, mocking Loki's foolishness and ignorance.

god?

He, Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves, is a god! He is the only god of Wat Ahlheim, the only god of Asgard, and the only god of the entire Nine Realms.

Divine punishment?

It's a joke.

He, Malekith, was a god-slayer who killed gods and Buddhas alike.

Who dares to stop me!

A crack appeared in the impenetrable darkness, letting in light, while the dark elf soldiers continued their frantic shouts, completely oblivious. A glimmer of hope had appeared in Asgard, shrouded in darkness.

boom!

Thunder and lightning.

The crack continued to widen, until finally light poured down. The Asgardian soldiers saw the long-lost light, and their eyes seemed to regain their spirit, instead of being filled with despair.

Loki, the fallen king of Asgard.

A smile also appeared at the corners of her lips.

"My God."

"inflammation."

Loki looked up in reverence.

Malekith felt the blinding light, and his blood-red eyes grew even more violent. He sensed the power of darkness gradually weakening.

Who is it?

who is it!

"Who dares to oppose me, Malekith! Step forward!" Malekith roared to the sky, a sense of unease and fear creeping into his heart.

However, the desire to defeat and destroy Asgard even overcame that slight fear and unease.

Malecas swung his arm.

"Dark Elf warriors, you are heroes born of darkness! Use your weapons to wash Asgard in blood! Victory is ours!"

The dark elf army behind Malekith had reached its peak in momentum, and their ranks had grown stronger.

That restless blood.

It's like boiling magma.

"Charge, Dark Elf warriors!"