The soldiers of Madripoor began to head to the outskirts of the city before lining up to form a perimeter and waiting for the elves to take action.

In the sky, the ships continuously fired toward the ground, creating explosions.

Many ships also ended up crashing into buildings or streets as they were shot down.

Home televisions displayed a broadcast showing what was happening outside; many were originally frightened by the sudden appearance of the massive ship deploying hundreds of fighters.

However, upon seeing Ophelia and Carol flying and destroying ships, everyone couldn't help but be amazed and cheer.

While Carol had been seen using her powers in New York, Ophelia had never done anything publicly. Seeing her riding a dragon while shooting rays made her look like a fantasy mage.

Even more astonishing was when they saw their king unleash what seemed like a sun from his hands, instantly bringing down the enemy ship.

TVs soon focused on the loved ones of the viewers. Nervousness and tension arose as they waited to see if enemies would emerge from the fallen ship.

Carol and Ophelia kept the fighters in check in the sky, while Damian stood among the soldiers, waiting for the attack.

He didn't want to just go and finish them; it was a good opportunity for the soldiers to practice.

As citizens could see everything happening, some shared it on their social media, quickly spreading the news worldwide.

In the United States, Tony, watching TV with Morgan, almost spits out his drink upon seeing the extraterrestrial invasion in Madripoor.

"Honey, go to your room, and don't misbehave while I'm gone," Tony said, looking seriously at Morgan.

"Jarvis put the tower on full alert and take care of Morgan," Tony said before donning his armor and flying at full speed toward Madripoor.

Seeing her father's urgency and the television, Morgan understood that it was something important, so she obediently went to her room.

"Jarvis, why did Dad leave so hastily?" Morgan asked.

"Bad people are invading where Mr. Damian lives, so your father went to help him," Jarvis said, showing some child-friendly images.

"Wow, that ship is giant," Morgan said, looking in awe at the screen.

Suddenly, Morgan saw Uncle Damian appear and watched as he threw a giant fireball. Her mouth opened comically as she clenched her fists in excitement.

"How cool!" Morgan exclaimed, watching the screen with excitement, now truly wanting to be a mage like her Uncle Damian.

Back in Madripoor, the dark elves began to emerge from the ship. The long line of 500 Spartan soldiers from Madripoor immediately started shooting at them.

Individual energy shields opened on each dark elf as they advanced, returning fire.

When Madripoor soldiers were shot, a force field composed of several hexagons blocked the shot, consuming energy.

Damian was immediately speechless seeing both armies shooting at each other, and no one seemed to land a hit.

Seeing this, Malekith quickly advanced before shooting dark energy from his hands at the Madripoor soldiers.

It was then that Damian created an energy shield repelling his attacks before extending his hand, causing clouds to form in the sky.

The clouds rumbled before thunder began to fall on the elf army and especially on Malekith.

The surroundings were illuminated by the bright lightning, and the terrible sound made people's hair stand on end.

Malekith quickly raised his hands to the sky as the dark energy quickly flowed, forming an umbrella of sorts to shield his army from the lightning.

He believed that the situation could still be favorable for them, once they were closer, they could use their Black Hole Grenades, the most powerful weapon they had and what made them feared.

Only beings such as celestials could survive, otherwise they would all be crushed under the terrifying power of a black hole.

However, he realized the futility of his actions; he could barely withstand the thunder falling from the sky, and his army couldn't advance so quickly. The force fields of his army had limitations in mobility to maintain stability.

If their army's force shields collapsed, they would be left unprotected, and heavy casualties would begin to occur.

To begin with, he didn't have so many soldiers; he could only escape with 500, and a good portion was controlling the ships in the sky.

The Aether was completely out of his reach. If he had known that such beings were on Earth, he would have made a different plan or continued waiting; time has always been on his side.

"Algrim, this is all or nothing," Malekith said, sighing, looking at his companion.

Algrim nodded before taking out a special stone and crushing it in his hand. His body filled with red lines as he underwent a metamorphosis.

His clothes fused with his body, his size grew, and his appearance warped into something else.

The battle over the city was beginning to come to an end.

Monica also appeared on a building, gathering seawater and firing giant water spears that pierced the ships.

Apparently, Ana, feeling that she couldn't be the only one left out, also flew out, summoning her first familiar, Anivia, a giant ice phoenix that captured the attention of everyone present.

Seeing a fire dragon and an ice phoenix flying back and forth in the sky seemed like a scene from a fantasy story.

The world finally realized that the royal family of Madripoor was full of monsters; any of them was a threat to be reckoned with.

....

"Why don't you go show off too?" Yelena asked, looking at her sister who had gone to make sure they were okay.

"I'm a vampire recently; my familiars haven't awakened yet," Natasha said, pursing her lips.

"Then, can you also have a dragon?" Yelena asked excitedly.

"I don't know; it's somewhat related to people's affinity and luck," Natasha said, shrugging.

"It seems that in this world, soldiers of my caliber really aren't different from normal people," Alexei said, shaking his head at the massacre happening in the sky.

Antonia, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the pictures with astonishment and sadness, with these people guarding her father, how is it possible for her to free him?

At the same time, she wondered why such people would capture her father if it wasn't because he really did something wrong to them. Thinking logically, her father had nothing that could interest them.

"Don't worry; the world will change soon, and you'll be able to fight again if you wish," Natasha said, smiling slightly.

"Does it have anything to do with the strange education system there now?" Yelena asked, looking at Natasha.

She had also seen the news, a topic that they had discussed all day at the time.

"Something like that," Natasha said, smiling.

Suddenly, on the television, a silhouette was seen running from the army toward the soldiers of Madripoor.

At first glance, it almost looked like a minotaur because of the horns on its head. They quickly focused fire on it, but its skin was very resistant, and it soon reached the soldiers.

Frank, the commander of all the Spartans, was the first to step forward to try to stop it.

Crouching as he ran to dodge the blow, he quickly jumped before hitting the enemy's head with the butt of his gun.

The elf staggered a bit before Frank came up behind him again.

He quickly moved forward before kicking the back of its knees, making it bend down, and then kneed it in the head.

Frank saw no substantial damage from his blows and only heard a guttural growl.

The Spartans continued to shoot at the dark elves, trying to contain them, but the energy reserves of the suits were starting to decrease.

Frank kept fighting with little results against the creature in front of him.

In a moment of carelessness, he received a blow from the elf, sending him flying dozens of meters backward.

Seeing Frank being thrown, Laura looked at John before advancing and starting to fight the elf.

They couldn't let it advance against their comrades, or the formation would be ruined, and they would have to fall back to regroup.

Laura activated her sword before constantly dodging around the elf while her energy sword left small cuts on its body.

Its durability was really ridiculous, as her energy sword could even cut through the hull of a star cruiser.

Suddenly, the elf was pushed toward her by John, who attacked him from behind.

Laura quickly thrust her arm forward, trying to stab it with her sword.

Although her sword could pierce it, it could only penetrate 10 centimeters before stopping.

The elf quickly reached out his hand, so Laura could only step back.

"What's up with this thing? How is it so tough?" Laura said annoyed while constantly dodging its attacks and delivering useless cuts.

Black blood with a consistency similar to lava oozed from the wound in the elf's chest.

Damian watched the fight with interest while casually keeping Malekith under control, who could really kill some of his soldiers with his magic.

Suddenly, Frank was back in the fight, his armor was fine, and he only had four small knuckle marks on his chest.

The three surrounded and constantly attacked the elf, who desperately tried to get rid of them while trying to advance in the direction of the other soldiers.

The elf could only roar with rage at being mistreated in this way.

Suddenly, the three performed a combination of attacks, bringing down the elf.

Another Spartan with a spear suddenly appeared behind them before taking a big leap and thrusting the spear into the elf's chest where Laura had injured it.

The spear deeply impaled the elf's chest, making black blood pour from its mouth.

The elf quickly stood up waving his arms trying to hit the soldiers around him.

Surrounded by four Spartans, he was repeatedly hit from behind.

On one occasion when he turned his back, a Spartan jumped out of formation and promptly stuck a device in the elf's back.

The elf reacted and quickly tried to reach his back, but his arms would not allow it, his body began to float as if it had no gravity.

Frank, Laura and John quickly pushed him off the battlefield to imprison him.

Having no foothold, the elf could only wave his limbs uselessly.

Many shields of the elves were starting to waver, and some elves had been shot.

At that moment, from the sky, several small missiles suddenly fell, generating large explosions.

While energy beams pierced the army.

As the smoke cleared, Tony saw that it did nothing to them, and the energy shield easily withstood his attacks.

Detecting Damian in the crowd, he quickly approached him.

"Do you want to give them a massage so they can fight comfortably?" Damian asked, mocking with a smile as he saw him.

"Screw you, ungrateful," Tony said annoyed.

"And what did you do to these guys?" Tony asked, looking at him. He didn't believe that aliens would attack him just because and in such small numbers.

"Nothing, they just want something I have," Damian said casually.

"Maybe I would have done better by destroying the fighters, but I see they're almost done," Tony said, looking towards the sky over the city where the last fighter was desperately fleeing.

Carol, Ophelia, Ana, and Monica seemed to be competing to see who could eliminate it, causing their attacks to cancel each other out.

The elves soon drew closer and closer as several fell dead.

Suddenly, the nearest elf took a grenade from its waist, activated it, and threw it towards the grouped soldiers.

With a bit of curiosity, Damian intercepted the grenade and held it in his hand.

Space collapsed as a massive amount of force crushed his entire arm and tried to pull the rest of his body.

It was truly incredible to see the power of a black hole, even if it was a miniature one that lost its energy immediately.

Returning to Tony, he looked at his arm, which had already regenerated even with his sleeves.

"Hey...are you okay?" Tony said, looking at Damian's arm. He had never seen him even close to being injured.

"Of course, just had a bit of curiosity," Damian said, looking at Tony.

"Are you a masochist?" Tony asked, mocking.

Still, he was amazed to see a grenade creating a black hole; he couldn't help but think that his technology still seemed outdated compared to these guys.

Damian captured all the grenades thrown by the elves, deactivating them and saving them for further research.

With their most powerful weapon neutralized, the morale of the elves plummeted completely.

The shields of the elves finally collapsed completely as significant casualties began to appear.

Many Spartans had also run out of energy to shoot with the suits redirecting all energy to survival.

Without the energy to shoot, several soldiers began to advance into melee, finishing off the rest of the elves.

Malekith, holding a shield over his head while one knee touched the ground, could only watch with despair as his men were completely annihilated.

He had lost; the universe can never return to how it should have been forever.

The shield in his hands collapsed, causing hundreds of lightning bolts to strike his body, completely charring him.

With Malekith's fall, the soldiers quickly finished off the rest of the elves before starting to clean up the battlefield.

Many citizens also sighed in relief at seeing that no soldier died in battle.

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