bookbashuk Chapter 308 Again, I'm being used against my own strengths!
Chapter 308 Again, I'm being used against my own strengths!
It's still going on, but this time it's a little more serious.
Hanlu's clone straightened up from the angel's embrace, brushed the long golden hair draped over her shoulders behind her back, and straightened her collar.
His expression changed from languid to serious—although a faint smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth, the cynicism in his dark eyes had vanished.
"Earth is the central hub of the Nine Realms."
Malekith slammed his hand on the map of the Nine Realms spread out on the table, pressing his finger firmly on the place called "Midgard".
His fingernails turned white from the force of his grip, leaving deep dents on the parchment of the map. "Whether we hope to establish a transportation network or set up an outpost for the attack on Asgard—Earth is a place we must take."
He raised his head, his deep eyes sweeping over everyone present.
The extreme villains also started rioting. Laufey slammed his fist on the table, sparks flew from Surtur's nostrils, and the giant snake grinned a hideous smile—
Only Hanlu sat there quietly, her fingers tracing circles on the rim of her cup.
"We are going to launch a swift war."
Malekith withdrew his hand and stood up straight.
His white hair looked like a silver crown in the dim light, and his black cloak fluttered and rustled even without wind.
His voice changed from low to high, carrying a passion that was almost like giving a speech.
"I have built a teleportation system called the 'Dark Rainbow Bridge'—it is exactly the same as the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard, except that it requires our dark energy to activate. It can help us quickly deploy troops to various locations."
His finger moved across the map, tracing points from one to another.
"Moreover, I have already made a complete tactical plan. First—we need to send an elite force to infiltrate the territory of the Light Elves and force Asgard to send troops to support us."
Then, we will send troops to attack Earth, forcing Thor, who can no longer let go of humanity, to desperately come to its rescue.
Next, we can capture Thor and use him as leverage to force Odin to come.
His finger pressed heavily on the map.
"Finally—we will all surround and kill Odin. We will surely achieve a great victory."
His voice fell silent for a moment.
Surtur and Laufey exchanged a glance, then simultaneously began to clap—
The applause echoed in the empty hall, sounding hollow and perfunctory.
Ok.
How so?
The tactics were very crude.
However, considering that these barbarians have been fighting for thousands of years and are still stuck in the primitive era—
Hanlu seriously doubted that they could even understand the Thirty-Six Stratagems and Sun Tzu's Art of War, so she couldn't be bothered to dwell on these issues.
After all, the Nordic style is about brute force and charging ahead; what need is there for tactics?
It's quite remarkable that the Dark Elves, under the overwhelming military pressure from Asgard, actually came up with a "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" strategy.
But the idea was beautiful, but the reality was harsh.
"So——"
The giant serpent's voice slammed in, like a rusty nail, "How are you going to deal with those heroes on Earth? Earth isn't as defenseless as you think."
When he said this, the two giants next to him, who seemed to be preparing to applaud, were stunned for a moment.
Ok?
A hero? Is that impressive?
After all, in their primitive mindset, Earth has always been nothing more than a place without advanced magic or advanced technology.
However, it is obvious that Earth actually possesses both unreasonable superheroes and non-existent superheroes, but they are not readily apparent and are generally controlled by a minority.
Seeing the two giants' expressions that seemed to say, "What are you talking about?", Orochi felt utterly humiliated.
After all, he was defeated by those heroes from Earth—
If those three Thors were somewhat of an unexpected situation, he could understand. But what about the rest of them—those guys who just yelled a couple of times and started stacking buffs on themselves?
What the hell?!
Thinking of this, the giant snake touched its chest.
He still felt pain there, as if the aftereffects of being stabbed by that greatsword had not completely healed.
His fingers unconsciously pressed against the healed scar, and his lips twitched.
"There are many magical artifacts and divine weapons left behind by ancient gods on Earth."
The serpent's voice deepened, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, "These things will make them extremely dangerous."
There was even a monkey inside—the opponent was very powerful, at least… more powerful than Heimdall.
He paused. He originally wanted to say "more powerful than Thor", but then he thought of the exaggerated lightning power of a certain Rune King Thor, who relentlessly chased him and beat him senseless, so he could only find a different representative of combat power.
Moreover, Thor's combat power fluctuates somewhat unusually.
How embarrassing.
Upon hearing this, the other giants and dark elves finally took it a little more seriously.
Ordinary people are nothing to fear, but those divine artifacts are a different story.
After all, although the current mainstream artifacts are of the Norse origin, there are still traces of other gods.
Olympian, Egyptian, and even those Eastern things they couldn't understand at all—
Who knows how many are buried on Earth?
Upon realizing this, everyone fell silent once more. Damn it, this crucial strategic juncture—Earth—was truly a coveted prize.
Whether it's the World Tree system or the universe system, all sorts of things are always coming here.
Superheroes, supervillains, aliens, mutants, wizards, Inhumans—a hodgepodge, a complete mess.
But everyone just shrugged and moved on to the next question.
"Based on my previous experience of trying to unify the Earth—" Orochi was holding a grudge and didn't directly use the old-fashioned way of referring to the planet as "Midgard."
After all, that ball was truly unforgettable for him.
However, it was clear that upon hearing this, the villains were all increasingly disdainful.
It's just a tiny ball, isn't it? Calling it "Earth"? It's even giving itself a name now, huh?
It's worth noting that any one of these giants is likely older than the entire history of civilization on Earth.
Hanlu instantly understood what these guys were thinking.
He shook his head speechlessly.
A younger race has developed a significantly more technologically advanced civilization in a shorter time than you—isn't that enough to make you wary?
But on the battlefield, apart from the dark elf Malekith who would take things somewhat seriously, everyone else just picked up their weapons and got to work.
After all, everyone present was a Godfather-level being.
The reason why this standard setup didn't involve directly attacking Asgard and fighting Odin was simply because half the people voted against it.
"I need to warn you—"
The serpent continued to lash out with its thunderbolts. "Odin's son is extremely dangerous. He has a future self, perhaps from another multiverse—but he seems to possess far greater power."
That was a tiny bit of runic magic that my brother had prayed for after hanging upside down on a tree branch for nine days and nine nights... a more complete version.
A more complete version.
His voice trailed off.
The previously calm expression on the face of the spicy shredded chicken also crumbled.
isn't it?
Odin is so powerful just because he has a broken rune magic spell, chasing them down and beating them into this mess?
Now you're telling me that in some universe there's an individual Thor who has already obtained the full power of the runes?
It's a single universe, isn't it?
Spicy Chicken Shreds' pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the wine glass.
This caused even the two giants, who had previously looked down on Orochi, to be shaken.
The giant serpent felt a surge of satisfaction.
Hmph, I've seen real big scenes outside.
"Alright, alright—"
Hanlu's voice came from the side, carrying a casual tone of "Don't scare them."
He put down his milk glass, leaned forward slightly, and crossed his hands on the table.
"Big snake, don't try to scare them. I'll take action."
His gaze swept over everyone present, his dark eyes devoid of any superfluous emotion.
"I can guarantee—that Thor will never find Earth. But—" He paused, holding up a finger, "I need to focus my mental attention on that guy. Of course, if any of you are willing to replace this opponent, I'm open to it."
Hanlu spoke calmly.
No one present dared to contradict him.
With that unpredictable spatial teleportation ability alone, they were already somewhat convinced of the power of this mysterious being before them.
Just kidding, being able to "recruit" a powerhouse of Rune King's caliber directly from the battlefield is not something an ordinary person can do.
Surtur lowered his head and looked at the flaming wine in front of him.
Laufey turned his face away, pretending to study a detail on the map.
Malekith picked up his glass, took a sip, and said nothing.
"Relax, everyone—"
Hanlu smiled and raised the cup of milk in her hand high.
The white liquid sloshed against the glass, gleaming softly under the light.
"This isn't some struggle between good and evil—it's a war of the strong ruling the weak, a war of revenge. Three worlds against one—"
He paused, and the smile on his lips slowly widened.
"This wave—the advantage is on my side!!"
His voice echoed in the conference room, carrying an inexplicable, chilling certainty.
But for some reason, when others heard these words, which were clearly meant to encourage their own team, they felt a strange emptiness in their hearts.
Why do I have this... bad feeling?
Surtur frowned. Laufey tapped his finger on the table.
Malekith's lips twitched. The serpent's single eye narrowed slightly—he recalled some unpleasant memories.
Why does the phrase "the advantage lies with me" sound so familiar?
But since this powerful figure had already raised his glass, they also raised their glasses at the same time.
Glass cups, ceramic cups, metal cups, and even the cup that Surtur was holding, carved from skull, were all raised into the air.
"For revenge—!!"
The voices of the crowd merged into a torrent, exploding in the conference room and shaking the torches on the wall.
Hanlu tilted her head back and drank the milk in her cup in one gulp.
A ring of white milk stains clung to the corner of his mouth, making him look somewhat comical under the light.
But his eyes—those black, unfathomable eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe—were not smiling.
He was looking into the distance.
Looking at that blue planet.
Looking at the impending war that no one can stop.