In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 158

From the horizon, a massive pillar of light, a rainbow bridge, descended.

The seven-colored light illuminated this dark world, falling upon the faces of every Asgardian, bringing them hope and invigoration, like a shot in the arm.

Asgard’s reinforcements were coming!

The enemy would ultimately fail!

“Tsk!”

Loki, lying on the sand, rolled his eyes.

He didn’t even look at the Rainbow Bridge, his gaze darting around the sky, finally finding a fire dragon entangled with enemies among several dark warships.

The moment he saw the fire dragon, the black-clad figure wearing a wizard’s hat on the fire dragon also turned to look.

From beneath the brim of the hat, a pair of golden eyes locked onto Loki’s face from hundreds of meters away.

Loki waved his hand upwards, smiling sheepishly.

He then patted his chest plate, indicating that he definitely wouldn’t run, and whoever ran was a puppy.

Inside the Dark Elves’ mothership.

By the porthole, Malekith stood with his hands clasped, watching the colossal pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth in the distance, his face solemn.

The seven-colored light shone on the burned half of his face, making it appear even more eerie and grotesque.

As an old adversary of Asgard, he was no stranger to the Rainbow Bridge.

And the main cannon on the mothership’s top was still charging.

Perhaps… it was time to retreat.

If they couldn’t contend head-on, they should preserve their forces and plan slowly.

Malekith raised his right hand, and the soldiers behind him stepped forward, awaiting orders…

…

Asgard.

Asgard was not a planet; beyond its flat land lay endless void. In the void, a long, seven-colored bridge extended from a suddenly broken landmass.

At the void-end of the seven-colored bridge, a small, circular room was connected—the control room of the Rainbow Bridge.

Heimdall, the gatekeeper of Asgard, had stood guard there for thousands of years.

With his black eyes, he observed the countless worlds in the void and used the black magic ‘Rainbow Bridge’, inscribed within the control room, to send authorized individuals to various parts of the universe.

Three thousand reinforcements from the Vanir were guided by the Rainbow Bridge from Vanaheim under his control, then transported to the battlefield in Svartalfheim, the Dark World.

It should have been so, and there were no operational errors.

But…

Bang—!

“Shift!”

Heimdall slammed the greatsword in his hand to the ground, his face full of indignation.

He had accidentally made the three thousand reinforcements…

Lost!

Recently, there had been too many things he couldn’t see: the Dark Elves’ ships were invisible, that esteemed guest was invisible, and now the anomalous spaces appearing due to the convergence of the Nine Realms were also invisible…

The Rainbow Bridge had opened precisely in an anomalous space in the Dark World, and those three thousand people from the Vanir were now God knows where in some forgotten corner of the Nine Realms!

Heimdall didn’t not want to find them, but he only had one pair of eyes, and scanning the entire Nine Realms would take a considerable amount of time…

Moreover, there were reinforcements from Alfheim and Earth waiting for him to transport, where would he find the time to search for people now?

…

“Shift!”

The massive Rainbow Bridge light pillar landed on the sand, melting the sand into a strange magical rune.

But it was empty… not to mention people, not even a single microorganism was transported.

Thor’s raised hammer froze in mid-air, his wide-eyed face filled with doubt about life and the world.

“Heimdall! Heimdall! What’s going on!”

He shouted loudly, but no one responded.

Loki on the ground pointed at Thor, laughing hard, “Are these your reinforcements? Do they also use illusions?”

“Ah ha ha ha… ha ha ha…”

He laughed more and more, unable to stop. By the end, Loki was even painfully clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground.

In the air.

“Fuck!”

On the spaceship, Volstagg, the disheveled Lion of Asgard, cursed under his breath.

He let out a sigh of defeat, weighed the blood-stained great axe in his hand, then roused his spirits and maneuvered the spaceship back to the front line.

The other Asgardian warriors were no different.

Reinforcements had not arrived, but the battle continued.

On the fire dragon, Laimu frowned, looking in the direction where the Rainbow Bridge had landed.

What happened there?

‘Report: The Rainbow Bridge passed through an anomalous space high in the sky during teleportation. Reinforcements have fallen into other Nine Realms, their whereabouts unknown.’

This… was both amusing and speechless, leaving him utterly at a loss for words.

Inside the Dark Elves’ mothership.

Malekith somewhat blankly lowered the hand he had just raised.

Although he didn’t know what had happened, since something went wrong on Asgard’s side, there was no reason for them to retreat.

The Aether was right before his eyes, he absolutely couldn’t miss it…

The next main cannon charge was about to complete…

He looked up at the black-clad figure in the sky, the one standing on the fire dragon’s head, that blue-haired fellow.

The Aether was on him.

Just as Malekith’s thoughts raced, the second pillar of light from the Rainbow Bridge descended from the sky.

The seven-colored light once again dispelled the darkness of Svartalfheim.

Malekith gazed intently, and from the dazzling pillar of light, over a hundred figures flew out.

Mere hundred people?

Heh—!

Disdain and contempt were undisguised on the face of the Dark Elf leader.

A hundred light elf warriors with luminous wings, dressed in light armor, wielding longbows and rapiers, moved flexibly in the air, weaving through the gunfire.

Their archery skills were even more exquisite; every shot hit, and every hit… could not penetrate armor.

A dark warship parked near the Rainbow Bridge unfortunately became the focus of the light elves’ concentrated fire.

Dense arrows streaked across the sky, clinking and clanking as they landed on the warship, giving it a new ‘coat’.

The warship, bristling with dense arrows, looked like a lively, jumping hedgehog.

Moreover, the hundred-plus people quickly dispersed into the battlefield, like drops of water merging into the ocean, leaving no trace.

Over a hundred people… Good heavens! Only over a hundred people?

Laimu looked at Thor from a distance, his eyes filled with deep inquiry.

Was this true?

Thor spread his hands helplessly.

It was true, just as it was.

What Laimu didn’t know was that the Light Elf race had less than three thousand people in total. For them to send a hundred people to participate in the battle was already a strong show of support for Asgard.

“Heh… heh heh heh…”

Malekith scoffed, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling, then twisted his neck.

It was time to end the battle.

“My lord, the main cannon is fully charged and ready to fire!”

A black-armored soldier with a white mask walked behind him, bowing respectfully to report.

“Listen, target: the one riding the fire dragon.”

Following Malekith’s finger, the black-clad figure standing on the fire dragon’s head in the sky was also looking their way.

The two stared at each other across the distance, their eyes filled with calmness, a kind of indifference to life and death.

On the top of the Dark Elves’ massive mothership, an ominous red light began to flicker again.