American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Svartalfheim.

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Land of the Dark Elves.

Malekith looked at Loki standing in front of him, "I need you to go to Midgard."

"That's not a good place." Loki seemed to recall something terrible, the expression on his face stiffened, "I have a bit of a grudge with them, they probably won't welcome me there."

Malekith waved his hand, and a burly, tall warrior wearing a bull-helmet mask beside Malekith stepped forward, suddenly reached out and grabbed Loki's neck, lifting him up with one hand.

Loki's feet kicked in the air a few times, his arms trying to pry open the warrior's fingers. But the other party's fingers seemed to have taken root on his neck, unmoving.

Ignoring the struggling Loki, Malekith's tone was still gentle: "I am not requesting, but ordering you! Without me, you would still be in the so-called cage."

Loki hammered the dark warrior's arm even harder, but he wasn't his brother, his strength couldn't even shake the other party's arm.

Finally, at Malekith's signal, the dark warrior released his arm, and Loki fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"What do you want me to do?" Loki coughed hard on the ground twice, his palm caressing his painful throat, and asked very sensibly.

"Your father sent his son to Midgard, I need to know why." Malekith squatted down, looking at Loki who had not yet gotten up, "I want to know, what exactly is in Midgard that allows him to still expend power to send his son there after being injured. Is he not afraid that we will attack again and directly put him into slumber?"

"Just gathering information?" Loki raised an eyebrow.

"And by the way, cause some trouble for Midgard and your brother, keep him occupied for a while." Malekith said casually.

"That's difficult." Loki patted the dust off his body, stood up and said: "Before you, I once borrowed an army from a cosmic overlord to invade Midgard, but that army was utterly defeated, and I became a prisoner. Midgard is no longer the barren land you know.

If you continue to ignore it like this, then you may suffer a big loss there in the future."

"Are you scared out of your wits?" Malekith sneered: "Don't make excuses for your incompetence, you better do as I ask. Otherwise, I'm afraid you can only wander in the desolate places of the universe."

"I need manpower. Powerful manpower!" Loki said: "There are indeed powerful forces protecting it."

"I can't give you enough manpower, but I can lend you the dark warriors." Malekith said.

Loki's eyes followed Malekith's gaze to the dark warrior next to him who had lifted him up with one hand, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I will prepare a spaceship for you." Malekith did not give Loki a chance to bargain, and directly issued the order. The dark warrior directly grabbed Loki by the back of his collar, pushing him forward.

"You don't need to do it, I'll walk myself!" Loki's loud complaints spread far away, but it was useless in the face of the dark warrior who was as silent as a mountain.

"Do you doubt him?" A woman in full armor suddenly appeared, watching Loki and the others enter a small spaceship, start it, and then plunge into the atmosphere and disappear, she asked.

"He is very cunning, but not cunning enough. It is meaningless to dwell on his loyalty, let him go to Midgard to make trouble. As long as he can contain Thor and Odin's attention, that is enough." Malekith replied indifferently.

"What kind of activity are you preparing?" The woman sensitively sensed that Malekith was hiding something from her. She didn't care about the concealment, but she cared about the promise Malekith had made to her. "Don't forget, you once promised me!"

"Don't worry, next time, it will be Odin's death! Then I will be happy to fulfill your wish and let you cut off his head." Malekith assured.

"It better be so." The Queen of the Heavenly Dimension raised her head slightly, looked in the direction of Asgard, and responded in a cold tone.

"I need to leave for a while recently, but you better maintain the illusion that I am still here." Malekith suddenly said.

"Now that Thor is not here, and Odin is injured, shouldn't we take advantage of the situation to attack Asgard in one go after recuperating?" The Queen of Heaven frowned. She originally thought that Malekith sent Loki to Midgard to contain Thor, and then attack Asgard again, but now Malekith wants to act alone, which is obviously beyond her expectations.

"I need to retrieve the artifact that belongs to the Dark Elves! In that war, it was snatched away and sealed by Odin. I recently sensed its call, and I need to retrieve it." Malekith said with enthusiasm in his eyes: "With it, even Odin in his prime is not to be feared."

……

The spaceship plunged into the atmosphere and landed on a desolate Gobi desert. The hatch opened, and Loki walked out of the cabin. He raised his head, using his hand as a sunshade to slightly block the dazzling sunlight in the sky. Then he was pushed from behind, staggered out of the hatch, and almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, be gentle, buddy. Now it's just the two of us." Loki, who had stabilized his figure, took a deep breath, turned his head and complained to the dark warrior who had pushed him.

However, the dark warrior ignored him. After the two walked out of the cabin, the spaceship's intelligent control system closed the hatch according to the previous settings, and then activated the stealth system and slowly lifted off.

"Do you have any plans?" Loki asked, looking at the dark warrior walking beside him. The dark warrior who was asked, a pair of dark pupils, just stared at him straight from the two holes in the bull-horn mask.

"Can't you talk? Are you a mute..." Before Loki could finish speaking, he was once again lifted up by the dark warrior by the collar with one hand. He raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I shouldn't have made personal attacks on you. Now can you let me down. If you don't have a plan, then listen to mine."

"Find Thor." The dark warrior said coldly, economizing on words.

"Thank God, you can talk! I know to find my stupid brother, but this needs a plan! Believe me, finding him is not difficult, the difficulty is that if we come to his door like this, there will be no good end. Even if you look like you can fight very well." Loki, who had been put down, straightened his somewhat messy collar, looked up at the dark warrior who was at least two heads taller than him, and suggested.

"Let's leave here first, and then find a batch of helpers." Loki suggested: "I know a good place, a prison where I was once detained, and everyone inside is talented."

PS1: Thanks to book friend 20221115204955576 for the reward.

PS2: Yesterday, the group discussed that if AI text is relatively mature in a few years [not referring to creation, but to mature splicing], how many online novel authors will die. The conclusion is that the middle and lower levels may be very uncomfortable. Other industries are even more uncomfortable. Then we discussed whether if AI painting is mature, can we directly jump from online novels to AI graphic writing... Anyway, a bunch of messy things.