A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Rumbling--

Thunder resounded in the sky, lightning pierced the black clouds, and thousands of people shouted in unison, killing intent shook the sky, turning the clouds and rain, as if there were dragons dancing.

There are thunderstorms on the plain, like thousands of horses riding through the clouds and clouds in the sky. In the army formation, banners and flags are hunting, and there are many spears and spears. .

Take a closer look.

The soldiers who charged at the front had blood red faces like frostbite, rough beards on their chins, and mottled marks on their armor. They even held two rust-red handaxes instead of spears.

Although they didn't have sophisticated equipment, the bloody courage that erupted from a distance of several hundred meters shocked the dark elves.

After a while, the front troops of the two sides met.

Just a face-to-face effort, this group of warriors holding hand axes showed amazing strength.

Accompanied by the collision between the body and the iron armor, there was a tooth-piercing sound of intensive bone cracking, and the well-equipped dark elf front army fell down like a large piece of wheat, and countless stumps, broken arms and blood were thrown together sprinkled on the barren plains.

Then, there were screams one after another.

But the thunderous shouts of killing instantly overshadowed their screams. Those soldiers with long beards and red beards holding double axes all had red eyes like lunatics, showing a powerful crushing posture. Cut through the defense line of the dark elves.

"Berserkers... I didn't expect them to still be here!"

Malekith, who was sitting at the rear, saw this army, his face darkened visible to the naked eye, and under his twitching and trembling face, there was a deep fear hidden.

6000 years ago, it was this fanatical warrior who held double axes and honored war and blood that held back and defeated the Cursed Warrior [-] years ago.

You know, the Cursed Warrior is transformed from ether particles, an invincible army that is almost immortal, but in the end it was defeated by this fanatical warrior, which shows how terrifying and powerful it is.

Berserkers are the elite of Asgard.

They are born to exist for war, with angry genes flowing in their blood. Blood and injuries will only make them stronger. Once they join the war, they are like vicious wolves, and they will never stop until they tear the enemy's throat.

"The hatred of 6000 years ago, it's time to give it back to you!" Malekith crushed the handrail, with a cold light in his eyes, and said coldly: "Let the cursed warriors attack and intercept the charging berserkers."

The only thing that can compete with Berserkers is the Cursed Warrior who is not afraid of death, but it is only barely able to compete.

But luckily... that's enough!

Malekith looked up at the starry sky, and the corners of his lips curled into a cold arc: "The stars will return to their places soon, and all of you... will not be able to escape the fate of death!"

The berserker army's charge was blocked, and the dark elf fleet took off, aiming at Asgard, which was weakened in the air, and started a round of indiscriminate bombing, completely ignoring the friendly forces directly below.

"Damn, this guy is crazy!"

Sol watched the army being bombed, and growled extremely angrily: "He doesn't even care about his own people now!"

The target of the dark elf battleship was not only Asgard, but also the resisting dark elf army, but Malekith ignored it and even bombed his own people.

Unfortunately, what Saul didn't know was.

These dark elves who fought with them died long ago 6000 years ago, and now they are just reappearing afterimages of the past, so Malekith doesn't care at all.

Facing the indiscriminate bombardment from above, the Asgardian army was miserable.

Due to the two previous raids, Asgard currently lacks air combat power, and the number of remaining warships is over a hundred, which is not enough to resist the thousand warships of the dark elves.

"hateful!"

In a rage, Thor raised Thor's Hammer, wanting to summon the power of thunder to smash the warships of the dark elves.

However, Malekith had expected it.

The dark clouds of billowing thunder were gathered, and just when they were all over the battleship, Malekith sneered and stood up from the throne of bones.

then.

Malekith lifted his hands up to the sky, and then the ground suddenly shook violently, and a huge magic circle slowly emerged.

"Feel the great fear..."

This turquoise glowing magic circle displayed a powerful force as soon as it appeared, instantly dispelling the dark clouds covering the sky.

A faint black mist filled the air, exuding a depressing atmosphere, as if some kind of terrifying existence from ancient times was watching them through the magic circle.

"This feeling......"

Loki's face was pale, and he stared at the magic circle, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Unlike any previous form of magic, this magic circle has neither complicated incantations, nor those complicated lines, nor can it even see the form of any elements.

This is a strange magic that even Loki has never seen before. It can even be said that its existence completely violates the foundation of magic.

Its components are so simple!

It is even as simple as only an eight-pointed star, and it is an extremely irregular shape, just like a pencil in a child's hand, wantonly twisting and drawing out a curved and full of weird lines.

Odin once sacrificed an eye, obtained inspiration from the World Tree, and learned the powerful magic 'Rune Rune', but that is understandable, the strokes are full of order, and a complete writing system.

But the magic circle in front of me...

Loki couldn't think of any words to describe its weirdness and twist, the chaotic and disordered lines, the twisted and simple structure, which was contrary to all the magic he knew.

Betting the dignity of a god of tricks, Loki's intuition told him that this is by no means the magic of the known real universe, and it is far more dangerous than the magic he is familiar with.

"Damn it, Saul, stop him!"

With cold sweat dripping from Loki's forehead, he turned pale and uttered a fearful roar at Sol.

"Fack, do you think I don't want to?!"

Thor swung Thor's Hammer, smashing the dark elf in front of him to death on the spot, and roared with solemn eyes: "I don't know what that guy did, I can't summon thunder and lightning now!"

"Could it be!!!"

Loki's face changed suddenly, and he tried to release the clone magic, but found that he couldn't sense any magic power, and suddenly showed a look of horror, and said in a horrified voice: "Not good...Malekis, he Seal our source of magic!"

The source of Asgard's magic power comes from the ancient world tree. Only by nourishing the magic spring of the world tree can they have a strong body and a fusion of magic and technology.

But now...

The foundation of Asgard's strength was directly sealed by Malekith, which meant that they lost their magic. How could Loki not be panicked?

But then, they discovered something even more terrifying.

Compared to the source of magic power being sealed by Malekith, the kind of fear that can be understood by biological logic, from the huge magic circle suspended in the dark sky, a giant rusty brown-red eye appeared. It is a terrifying phenomenon that goes beyond normal logic.

That brown-red eye was lifeless, exuding an overwhelmingly powerful aura.

A thick brown-red fog overflowed from the magic circle, and there was a huge sound like rolling thunder. Just hearing it made people's heartbeat start to speed up crazily, blood pressure rose uncontrollably, and even breathing changed. It's extremely difficult.

"Then... what is that thing?!"

Thor and Loki stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at the giant brown-red eye, their hearts beating faster, showing expressions of fear.