Jotunheim.
Sealed Cave.
The few who planned to release Ymir were utterly despondent.
"It failed!"
Although extremely unwilling, this was reality.
"Rimuru is so formidable, no wonder she only sent so few people to guard the Sealed Cave. Even without anyone overseeing it, her seal is unbreakable!"
"Such a mysterious seal. I searched through all the records of the Nine Realms, but couldn't find anything similar. Could it be Rimuru's own creation?"
"Amazing, this is the first time Master's plan has miscalculated!"
Black Dwarf sighed endlessly. Although Thanos was called the Mad Titan, no one dared to underestimate his wisdom.
This grand scheme was a clear example!
One Mind Stone put Rimuru to sleep; a few emissaries brought over half the kingdoms of the Nine Realms; Rimuru's few moves almost crippled Asgard and Vanir.
As long as this plan succeeded, no one in the Universe would be able to stop Master!
Black Dwarf: "The plan to rescue Ymir is scrapped. Anyway, Storm Dragon Veldora has already fallen for the Enchantress Amora's honey trap, so we'll skip directly to the next step: decapitation!"
Kors's face was solemn. "Wait, everyone has witnessed Rimuru's seal. Do you really think we few can definitely slay Rimuru?"
Black Dwarf and Corvus Glaive exchanged glances, also filled with doubt.
A seal set by Rimuru, even without anyone overseeing it, was already so powerful.
Even if Rimuru was in a deep slumber, with just the few of them, even a sneak attack might not be enough to harm Rimuru, let alone successfully decapitate her.
For a great figure like Rimuru, their perception of danger was beyond what they could imagine.
With Ymir, perhaps they could try, but now...
Kors couldn't help but say, "Where is My Lord Thanos? If he could participate, wouldn't slaying Rimuru be a sure thing?"
Black Dwarf smiled, "Kors, where is Dark Elf King? Why isn't he here? Compared to Master, Dark Elf King probably wants Rimuru dead even more!"
Kors: "My King has his own important matters!"
Corvus Glaive: "It's the Aether, right? Just like Dark Elf King, My Lord naturally has his own plans. This doesn't affect our cooperation, does it!"
Kors snorted, but didn't refute.
This major event was planned by Thanos, but everyone also had their own goals!
Perhaps only Queen Sindr truly wanted to kill Rimuru wholeheartedly, but her target was simply too big; as soon as she appeared, it would certainly alert the enemy.
The Dark Elves were for the Aether, to return the Nine Realms to darkness, but what about Thanos?
What was his goal?
Just to kill Rimuru?
Kors couldn't figure it out, but now was not the time to dwell on these matters.
"To ensure absolute certainty, allow me to report to My King and have him dispatch Kurse!"
"Kurse?"
Black Dwarf and Corvus Glaive were both puzzled, asking, "How strong is Kurse?"
Kors, "He is much stronger than me, I am far inferior to him!"
"Then how does he compare to Thor?"
Kors thought for a moment and said, "He should be inferior to Thor."
Corvus Glaive and Black Dwarf both grimaced. He can't even compare to Thor, so what hammer are you talking about?
Kors saw their disdain and immediately felt annoyed.
Although he and Kurse had some political disagreements, both were for the future of the Dark Elves, and there was no personal animosity between them.
How could he allow outsiders to trample on the dignity and honor of a Dark Elf warrior?
Kors added, "I'm talking about Kurse after he becomes a Cursed Warrior!"
"Cursed Warrior?"
Corvus Glaive and Black Dwarf were both speechless, shocked by the ruthlessness and decisiveness of the Dark Elves.
Kurse, originally named Algrim, was the second-in-command of the Dark Elves of Svartalfheim, a position equivalent to "Vice President."
Such a big shot actually voluntarily transformed into a Cursed Warrior—how ruthless!
A Cursed Warrior was a killing machine that knew nothing but commands, akin to a walking corpse.
Corvus Glaive and Black Dwarf were both ruthless individuals, so they admired, respected, and feared other ruthless individuals.
"How strong is Kurse after becoming a Cursed Warrior?"
Kors proudly said, "His strength is at least four times that of Thor!"
"Good!"
Black Dwarf and Corvus Glaive nodded. With the Cursed Warrior Kurse joining, the probability of successfully decapitating Rimuru would undoubtedly increase significantly.
While Black Dwarf and Corvus Glaive were lurking in Jotunheim, planning to carry out the decapitation of Rimuru,
an unexpected visitor also arrived in Nidavellir.
The arrival of this visitor scared the Dwarfs of Nidavellir half to death.
Thanos, a well-known madman in the Universe!
Wherever his footsteps passed, half the population of every living Planet was brutally slaughtered.
Many years ago, Thanos arrived in Nidavellir and asked the Dwarf to forge a weapon for him.
Awed by Thanos's reputation, the Dwarf tribe held nothing back, devoting all their strength to forge him a pair of Tyrant Blades.
But who knew, this guy would turn hostile after getting the weapon.
If Odin hadn't arrived in time to drive Thanos away, the Dwarf tribe would have suffered more than half casualties that time.
It can be said that after that incident, Thanos became a dreaded existence in the hearts of the Dwarf tribe.
Almost a nightmare!
Thanos wore a smile on his face. He had seen this fear, dread, and hatred in the eyes of countless races.
To Thanos, such gazes were a reward and affirmation of his great endeavor!
The resources in the Universe were ultimately limited, and Thanos had never prayed for their approval.
Those who achieve great things are destined to be alone.
Time would eventually prove that everything he did was right!
Dwarf King Aitri said in fear, "My Lord Thanos, my tribe will do everything to forge the infinity gauntlet you desire. But I hope you can give us a promise!"
All the Dwarfs stared at Thanos in unison. They didn't want to devote everything to forging the infinity gauntlet, only to have half their population slaughtered by Thanos afterward.
Crack!
Thanos directly crushed a Dwarf's throat. "My promise is to only kill half of you. Of course, you can continue to bargain with me. It's no big deal if I don't get this gauntlet!"
"No!"
Seeing the Dwarf whose neck was crushed by Thanos, all the Dwarf artisans were heartbroken.
The young man Thanos killed was the youngest genius, one of the most outstanding candidates for the next King of Artisans.
Now, he was so cruelly killed by Thanos!
What made the Dwarfs even more indignant was that Thanos, while making them forge the gauntlet, unhesitatingly declared that he would kill half their population.
"Executioner, you executioner!"
Thanos: "Didn't you already know that? Forge it. I can give you a mercy: you can decide which half of the people die!"
Aitri was extremely grieved. "Thanos, you are strong, but my Nidavellir is protected by both Asgard and Jotunheim. Do you see that flag? That is King Rimuru's promise to my tribe!"
Thanos looked at the flag and said, "A beautiful flag, Rimuru has good taste. But after this war, this Universe will either have no Rimuru or no me, Thanos. Do you think I would be afraid of them?"
"What?"
The Dwarf tribe felt as if struck by lightning. From Thanos's tone, he was going to have a decisive battle with Rimuru, and even Asgard?
What should the Dwarf tribe do then?
Aitri realized with sorrow for the first time that no matter how strong a backing, it was never as good as being strong oneself!
But who made the Dwarf tribe a race that only excelled at forging and not at fighting?
Should they compromise with Thanos?
Damn it!