The moment Michael drew his sword, the force field it stirred up and everyone present trembled. A strong wind erupted from the blade of the sword, and the stirred air currents blew Jane behind him involuntarily raised his arm to protect him, and his inky hair danced wildly in the wind.

Michael swung his heavy sword, and an invisible force field seemed to fall from the sky, covering almost the entire space. Every time the dark elves took a step forward, they felt that the pressure on them seemed to increase a lot, the blades in their hands seemed to be a big heaviness, and every knife and shot seemed to be under great resistance, and it seemed to take several times the effort to advance half a point.

Michael lifted his weight lightly, and the swarthy heavy sword danced as if it had no weight in his hand, and with a slight twist of the wrist, the heavy sword could protect the front of him, and seven or eight dark elves could not attack at the same time. And when he launched his sword to counterattack, each sword was more than 100 tons of power. His sword is extremely fast, and there is no way to avoid it. The Dark Elf raised his blade to block, but was easily slashed and broken by his heavy sword, and even the blade was smashed into the ground.

Michael's heavy sword was unleashed, and within three steps of his body was covered by the powerful force field on the sword, and almost no one could get close. Any dark elves who approached were slashed by him with a clean sword, no exceptions. He holds a sword in his right hand, and his left hand is still supported by a pulsed light cannon. His eyes are sharp, and he can pick out the most conspicuous flaws from the dark elf movements in the row in front of him with just one glance, and he can disembowel his belly with a single shot, and at least one dark elf will be killed on the spot.

In less than three minutes, the vanguard of the Dark Elves had lost most of their vanguard, and the beasts they brought with them had already been crushed to pieces by the power of the pulse cannon. Not to mention Michael, even Jane Foster, who was powerless and could only hide under the protection of his heavy sword, was completely untouched. This can't even be said to be a war, it's just a one-sided crush.

And then suddenly, the dark elves scattered in amusement. They no longer rushed forward to meet him, and retreated more than ten meters one after another, their blades crossed their chests, but they no longer attacked, and only looked at him calmly.

"Oh?" Michael didn't chase either, just staking his sword and standing, the blade drooping. He tilted his head slightly, looking out indifferently through the yellow sand.

The Lord is coming.

The black cross broke through the thick yellow sand, and the dark shadow obscured the sky. The ancient alien ship came into view, it was pitch black, with dark red lines on both sides, and the center of the cross lit up with scarlet light, like a giant one-eyed looking down on everything with indifference and contempt.

A team of dark elves came down, the leader showing half of his face as pale as a dead man, while the other half was painted black. He had silver hair like a fairy tale elf, and it was braided at the back. He was wearing armor, and his steps in the sand were steady and confident, like the aura of a king.

Malekith, the lord of the Dark Elves.

The enemy's battle and aura obviously shocked Jane a little, and the vicious fight just now made her seem to unconsciously feel a sense of dependence on the high-tech armored monster around her, so she subconsciously hid behind Michael when the ship and its owner landed.

But what she never expected was that her only "reliance" would simply sell her.

Michael suddenly grabbed the back collar with one hand and sent the dazed female doctor forward, and said coldly to the dark elf, "If you want to be in aether, I brought it to you." ”

"What ???" Jane cried out in surprise, "What do you want to do?" ”

Michael ignored it.

The dark elves' eyes glowed with a cold light. His gaze fell straight on Jane's body, and for a moment Jane felt like a cold dagger piercing through her heart.

The Dark Elf slowly raised his hands and raised his head to the sky, like a devout believer performing some kind of ritual.

The aether particles buried deep in Jane Foster's body were inductively pulled and erupted from her body. Energy roamed through her guts like flames scorching her guts. Undercurrents of blood rolled through her eyes, from her nose, from her mouth, from every pore on her skin, and the dark fluid was pumped into the air, tumbling in an uncertain shape.

Michael raised his hand, and a pulsed light cannon was fired at the seemingly defenseless Malekith with his arms to the sky. But the aether particles in mid-air immediately responded, and the pitch-black fluid swirled in front of Malekith, like a layer of pitch-black iris blocking the powerful pulse cannon, and only a slight ripple was stirred up on the iris.

And so it was.

This was to be expected, as the aether particles would certainly protect the interconnected Malekith, and Michael was just trying it out.

Sure enough, the battle is still an unavoidable process.

The aether particles were pulled out of the body, and Jane Foster's whole body suddenly went limp, and she fell weakly. The aether particles, which had lost their hosts, quickly sank into Malekith's body like a surging torrent. The whole person of the dark elf who had absorbed the ether seemed to be sublimated in an instant, his pupils suddenly changed into inky black, and there was an invisible cyclone around him, and his aura was like two people.

Malekith closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head. He let out a long breath of turbidity, and as his footsteps fell, he sank calmly into the ground, stirring up a faint black cyclone.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the two humans in front of him with cold contempt.

"'Cursed Warrior'." He said coldly, "Get him." ”

The large, horned helmet man stepped forward with a muffled roar and stood in front of the two.

Cursed warriors, apart from aether particles, this is the trump card of the dark elves. This is a warrior who gave up his life and accepted the curse to gain unparalleled power, and when he fought against the elite troops of Asgard five thousand years ago, the cursed warriors had the power to fight hundreds of battles, and the elite warriors of Asgard were no match for them at all.

The performance of the cursed warrior in the "Thor 2" movie is equally terrifying, he can resist Thor's hammer head-on, and completely crush Thor, who is famous for his strength among the gods. In fact, the combat power of the cursed warrior is definitely one of the best among the non-immortal villains who have appeared in the MCU series of movies.

That's why Malekith was so sure that the Cursed Warrior could easily deal with these two humans alone. He ordered the Cursed Warrior to strike, and then didn't even bother to look at it again, turning around and walking towards the ship behind him.

He still has an entire Nine Realms to devour, and he doesn't have the time to consume it with a worthless human here.

But he had barely taken two steps towards his ship when he heard a loud sound behind him that seemed to be a blunt collision and the buzz of plasma energy running. Then the burly figure of the Cursed Warrior swept past him like a black cannonball, smashing headlong into a towering mountain and burying it in the bottom of the rock.

The Dark Elf paused, and turned back with a surprised expression.

Michael Jianfeng mentioned.

"Where are you in a hurry?"