Marvel's Shendu: Dominating the Multiverse

Chapter 105 Obtaining the Ether Particle

The Holy Lord opened his eyes and looked at Thor: "Are you ready?"

Thor nodded. "What do you need me to do?"

"Use your Thor's power to stabilize Jane's vital signs," Shendu said calmly. "Her heart will stop beating while I'm removing the Aether, and you'll need to use a motor to get it beating again."

Thor gripped Mjolnir and nodded.

The Holy Lord took a deep breath, removed his right hand from Jane's forehead, and placed it on her chest. The magic circle condensed in his hand, and the light grew stronger and stronger.

"Now." The Holy Lord suddenly raised his hand, and a dark red energy gushed out from Jane's chest.

The ether particles swirled in the void, emitting a piercing hiss, and a dark red light illuminated the entire celestial convergence point.

Jane's body convulsed violently a few times and then stopped breathing.

"Jane!" Thor shouted, pressing Mjolnir against Jane's chest, and a bolt of lightning surged into her body.

Jane's heart began to beat again. She opened her eyes and gasped for breath. Her face was still pale, but the light in her eyes had returned.

"Saul..." Jane's voice was weak, "I...I'm still alive..."

Saul gripped Jane's hand tightly, his eyes reddening. "You're alive, you're alive..."

The Holy Lord ignored their tender moment, his gaze fixed on the ether particles hovering in the void, staring at this power that could rewrite the rules of reality.

"Master," Wanda's voice came from behind Shendu, "the Aether...it's dangerous."

Shendu raised his hand, and an absorption array appeared in his palm. The snake talisman completely concealed his aura. With the blessing of the Mind Stone, all of Shendu's presence in this universe vanished in an instant. If it weren't for the fact that Wanda's soul still retained Shendu's imprint, she would have completely believed that Shendu had disappeared.

"I know." The Holy Lord's voice came from all around, checking once again to make sure his aura wasn't leaking and that his next move wouldn't be detected by the observers: "But the ether particles are also very powerful."

The Holy Lord activated the Chicken Talisman in an attempt to pull the Ether Particle to his side, but the Ether Particle did not react. It seemed to have its own consciousness, hovering in the air and refusing to be controlled by anyone.

The Holy Lord frowned slightly: "Interesting."

The Holy Lord increased the attraction to the ether particles, and a dark golden light began to appear on the ether particles, enveloping them.

The ether particles began to tremble violently, and dark red and dark gold lights collided with each other, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

Wanda stared intently at the dark golden light, which contained the primordial power of the Holy Lord and held a fatal attraction for her. She struggled to control her movements, her face flushed, and her body began to feel hot.

The two forces did not stand still for long; the light of the ether particle gradually dimmed, and it gave in.

This submission was not directed against the power of the Holy Lord, but rather stemmed from the indomitable monarchical aura within the Holy Lord and the resonance with the Mind Stone.

The ether particle slowly drifted towards the Holy Lord, its dark red light growing increasingly gentle until it finally landed in the Holy Lord's palm.

The figure of the Holy Lord appeared from the void, clenching his fist as ether particles merged into his body.

A powerful force surged into the depths of the Lord's soul, intertwining with other runes and mind gems.

The Holy Lord opened his eyes, a hint of dark red light mixing into his golden pupils.

"Master," Wanda said respectfully, her face still flushed, "you've become even stronger."

The Holy Lord's lips curled up slightly; he knew he would gain even more in the future.

Malekith, paralyzed from head to toe, lay amidst the wreckage of the spaceship in the void, staring at the Holy Lord with a look of utter despair.

"No..." Malekith's hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, "That's mine...that's the legacy of the Dark Elves...you don't deserve it..."

The Holy Lord hovered in the void, his robes fluttering even without wind: "Yours?"

The Holy Lord's voice was laced with disdain: "You've wandered the void for thousands of years and couldn't even get close to it. What makes you think you can claim it as yours?"

Malekith's face grew even paler. He gripped the broken dark matter sword in his hand, his eyes no longer filled with fear, but with anger. He now fully understood that the man before him had never looked at him directly from beginning to end.

"Give it back to me." Malekith's voice was no longer angry, only cold: "Give me back the Aether!"

The Holy Lord looked at him without any pity in his eyes. Malekith was no longer even worthy of the Holy Lord's ridicule.

The Holy Lord raised his hand, and the power of etheric particles condensed in his palm: "If you want it, then come and take it yourself."

No sooner had he spoken than Malekith moved, using the last of his strength to rush toward the Holy Lord.

Malekith's speed this time was astonishing. The broken dark matter sword in his hand drew spatial rifts in the void and stabbed straight towards the Holy Lord's chest. This sword was a culmination of his thousands of years of resentment and obsession.

The Holy Lord did not dodge. He raised his hand and gently pressed it on the broken sword, pinching it between two fingers, preventing the sword from penetrating any further.

Malekith gritted his teeth and poured all his last bit of strength into the sword, but the Holy Lord had already vanished, and Malekith lost his target.

When Malekith sensed the Holy Lord again, the other party had already arrived behind him, one hand on his head, and the power of the Mind Stone was continuously flowing into Malekith's mind.

"No..." Malekith struggled in agony, but he had already lost control of his body: "You can't...you can't control me...I am the leader of the Dark Elves...I am...I am..."

Malekith's voice grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely. His eyes lost all light and became empty, and he became an empty shell.

The Holy Lord withdrew his hand and looked into Malekith's empty eyes: "Stand up."

Malekith stood up.

"Look at me."

Malekith raised his head, his empty eyes meeting the gaze of the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord looked at Malekith with satisfaction. Malekith was no longer the leader of the Dark Elves, but a loyal subordinate of the Holy Lord.

The voice of the Holy Lord echoed in Malekith's consciousness: "From this day forward, you are a pawn of mine."

Malekith lowered his head and knelt on one knee in the void: "Yes, Master."

Loki, who was watching from afar, nearly dropped his dagger into the void.

Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves, a powerful being who had lived in the Void for thousands of years, was turned into an obedient puppet by the Holy Lord in just a few seconds.

A thought flashed through Loki's mind: what if Shendu did the same to him? Shendu had already warned him when they first met.

Loki's body trembled uncontrollably.

Loki.

The voice of the Holy Lord echoed in Loki's mind.