"It's my turn."

Michael's heavy sword slammed into the ground, withdrew his sword with both hands, and quickly formed a magic seal, with his left palm behind and his right palm in front, and slammed forward with his palm. The golden magic circle suddenly opened, and the Dao Thunder rushed out like thousands of horses.

Bossat's Thunder, an offensive spell with extremely destructive power, is also one of the most physically powerful of high-level spells.

The golden thunderbolt struck Malekis like a spear thrown, sending him flying without saying a word. The aftermath of the thunder radiated in all directions, affecting a large area of the dark elves who were watching the battle. The miscellaneous soldiers who were swept by the lightning were all shattered on the spot, and were wiped out by the thunder of magic.

Malekith was protected by aether particles but was not killed, but he was still blown up seven or eight meters away, and fell into the mud among the yellow sand everywhere. The leader of the dark elves scrambled to his feet and glared at the human hiding in steel, his black and white face contorted hideously.

At this time, he had completely moved the idea that "this man must die". This opponent is really terrifying, if it weren't for the aether particles, he would have been killed on the spot in this move. Such an adversary is undoubtedly a huge obstacle to the realization of their ambitions and must be erased.

Michael pulled his heavy sword from his foot, and the half-ton Kree greatsword spun around like plastic in his hand, the blade slicing through the air with a slight buzz.

Malekith stood up, and a dark red fluid burst through his body, as if the blood-red flowers were blooming around him. He sprinted as he punched in the air, and the aether particles immediately condensed into a dark red vortex in response. Michael's heavy sword drew a half-circle, and the magic poured into the blade of the sword, cutting out a semicircle from the air, and vaguely forming a translucent flame-colored circle. The dark red vortex slammed into the circle, and its strength was instantly digested.

In order to exert the power of the weapon to the fullest, Michael did not forget to add the same magic transmission line as his own armor when he converted the "universal weapon" left by Ronan into a heavy sword. The latest model of armor can form a circuit with this sword when the energy system is holding the sword, and the energy and magic of the Terrigan hedron can be circulated through the circuit.

Malekith stepped forward, his pitch-black five fingers and grabbed Michael in front of the door with his bare hands. Michael swept across his sword, and the dark, sharp blade slashed at his wrist. The energy on the sword was activated, and the strength was revealed, but it only encountered stronger resistance, and it was like cutting into the steel and iron bones, and it couldn't advance at all. Dark red aether particles seeped through the part of Malekith's wrist where it had been hit, creating a protective layer that blocked Michael's sword strike and prevented him from severing the Dark Elf's wrist.

The defense of the aether emboldened Malekis, and his hands and feet were as if they were made of impregnable steel, and he faced them without fear. Each punch he threw unleashed a powerful aether of energy, blasting out dark red fluid, darkening the space around him with each blow. Thirty or forty rounds later, within a radius of ten meters where they were standing, they were completely surrounded by darkness, and the dark red aether energy formed a tornado, and the air flow swirled domineeringly like a blade, and the fluid clinged to the surface of the tornado, like an hourglass rising into the sky.

A wave of dark red qi swept through everything, dwarfing even heaven and earth. It was the realm of the ether, a realm where normal creatures could not survive at all, a realm that even other dark elves who were also born in the darkness did not dare to approach. The miscellaneous soldiers of the Dark Elves retreated far away, leaving only Malekith and Michael, in vibranium armor, fighting in the eye of the whirlwind.

The hurricane seemed to blow the yellow sand away, and the gloomy sky was suddenly torn out of the crack, spinning and opening a huge hollow. The gravitational pull of the incomparable force released from the hole, sucking all the sand and gravel into space. The other side of the cave looks like another world, a modern city of steel and concrete, hanging upside down at the other end of the cave.

That's Greenwich, and that city is London.

On the other side of the cave is the atrium.

More rifts began to appear, and swirls formed one after the other. Spaces squeeze each other, and the laws of physics influence each other. The gravitational field disturbed, everything on the ground from various worlds was sucked up by gravity, and vehicles, trees, rocks, and even deformed monsters shuttled back and forth between the nine kingdoms that had lost their borders, and the scene was once wonderful and chaotic.

The convergence of celestial bodies has begun. The nine great powers are attracting each other and are about to line up in a straight line.

No, it's not all. They are merging into one, driven by a certain force, and are about to form entirely new continents.

However, Michael didn't have time to pay attention to the situation over there for the time being, and he also believed that his team would take care of the celestial convergence under Wanda's leadership. Right now, he needs to concentrate 100% of his energy and go all out against the dark elves in front of him.

The aether particle is only a carrier, and cannot fully exert the terrifying power of the Reality Primordial. But even then, it's a terrifying enough weapon. With the blessing of the energy of the ether, Malekith has been unreasonably strong in terms of energy projection and physical fitness, and he should be able to rank at the top level in the entire Nine Realms. Even Michael could not hold back when facing such an enemy, and he turned his hand into action.

"Warning, energy is close to peak." A glaring text display popped up on the screen in front of Michael (there was no signal in the dark world, so Shirley couldn't remotely assist), "Subject's energy level: beyond the maximum range limit, incalculable!" ”

The dark red energy concentration is still soaring, and visibility is decreasing. They are surrounded by darkness that does not even allow light to shine in, making it difficult to see even with the help of enhanced vision from vision sensors.

The movement of Kerry's heavy sword was on the verge of limit, and the force field activated by each sword seemed to be crumbling, as if it was about to be crushed by the energy around it at any moment. But harnessing the aether particle itself was not without pressure for Malekith, and Michael's sword became more and more fierce, and the black heavy sword seemed to increase in weight with each swing, becoming more and more difficult to resist. The magic circle that was constantly being stimulated and the surrounding ether realm collided continuously, sparks practiced swords, and the pressure on both sides increased exponentially.

Michael slashed Malekis in the shoulder with a powerful sword, but at the same time ate him a punch in the chest. The power of the ether penetrated through the protective physical field, and then through the vibranium protection, and the tremendous power still shook his chest slightly. But his sword also left a deep crack in Malkis's shoulder, and the aether erupted like a mist of blood from the crack, enveloping his wound.

Malekith roared violently, and another punch came to his face. Michael was prepared, his left hand was raised, and the red ring of Raggador was released in his palm, and the moment he met the opponent's punch, his wrist flipped and the ring turned, and the opponent's punch was led elsewhere in an instant. At the same time, he swept his heavy sword, from the waist of the dark elf to the abdomen, and another wound as deep as bone marrow, and the aether once again erupted like a mist of blood.

Malekith staggered back two steps, still not giving up the offensive in his hands, but his movements were involuntarily sluggish after all. Michael's greatsword followed, leaving several sword marks on his thigh, left waist, and chest, forcing the dark elves to barely have time to fight back.

It's almost time for the curtain to end.