"Dr. Foster, it's time to wake up."

Jane Foster struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and her consciousness slowly awoke. She felt as if her soul had been out of the world for a hundred years, and her whole body was groggy, and her head was like a mess of mush.

After regaining consciousness, the first thing that caught my eye was the pale blue V-shaped eyepiece and the dark helmet, and the cold iron armor revealed a gaze that was like bone-chilling ice. She sat on the ground and subconsciously shrank back, screaming nervously.

Michael looked at her expressionlessly under his helmet, and said in a mechanical stiff voice, "If I were you, Dr. Foster, I'd be a little closer." It's not safe here. ”

"Who are you? Where is this? Jane tried to stand up, but just got up and sat back down. Her legs and feet were weak, and she couldn't lift her whole body, as if all her energy had been emptied, and she couldn't help but feel dizzy just by sitting up.

She sat on the ground and turned her head to look around. Heavy dust filled the space, and visibility was surprisingly poor. It looked like a long-abandoned wilderness, with craggy boulders piling up on the peaks of the mountains all around. The sky was as gloomy as lead, and the yellow sand danced in the whirlwind, bringing a dead silence to its face.

"The 'aether particle' is in your body, and it's one of the most dangerous things in the universe. It will continue to absorb and eat away at the host's life force until the subject dies completely. "So of course you feel tired, it's normal." Considering what we might face next, you'd better save some energy......"

"Who the hell are you? What did you bring me here for? Jane asked loudly.

Michael paused.

"Someone who can help you." "This is Watheim, where Asgard's old enemy, the Dark Elves," he said. They will come to you and take the aether particles out of your body to infect the entire universe. ”

The doctor of physics was stunned when he heard this: "What are you talking about?" ”

"I'm saying, it's dangerous here, and it's full of enemies. So, you'd better be careful, and don't get too far away from me. Otherwise......"

He raised his palm coldly, and the pulsed light cannon spat out of his palm without warning, blasting a dark elf who was watching secretly through a crack in the boulder. Jane screamed in fright and subconsciously hugged her head.

“...... Otherwise, you'll end up worse than this guy. He finished the sentence.

The flying yellow sand seems to have dissipated a little, and visibility has picked up slightly. Jane Foster shrunk and cautiously peeked around, seeing pitch-black silhouettes approaching through the yellow sand. Dressed in rudimentary armor, holding various cold weapons in their hands, and wearing stereotypical white masks, they slowly and gradually surrounded them.

Some of them also have wolf-like pets in their hands. They bared their fangs, and their eyes looked as if they hadn't eaten in days. They have slimy liquid wrapped around their teeth and a heavy, muffled roar coming out of their throats.

Jane screamed again in fright, and hurriedly turned around and shrank back to Michael. Apparently this guy in high-tech armor looked more reliable than these "natives" with hungry wolves and blades in their hands - at least he looked like a superhero.

Michael's hands were spread out, his left palm spit out a pale gold circle, and the pulse cannon in his right palm flashed with arc light.

"So," he said, calmly sweeping over the dark elves surrounding him, "who wants to be next?" ”

***

Dr. Eric Servig secured his high-tech phasing instrument and connected it to the central scepter in thick pipes. The scepter radiated an unprecedented blue glow, and the endless energy of the Soul Primordial Stone was continuously extracted and flowed down the piping system into the phasing instruments. Invisible fluctuations radiated out of the middle of this formation, constantly pounding violently against the crumbling barriers between dimensions.

A hemispherical spell barrier separates the instrument from the scepter. Dr. Servig worked on his makeshift workbench for a while, then looked up and said, "It's almost done." There are still three minutes left until that time, when the device can do the rest with the flip of a switch. ”

Amora chuckled seductively and nodded in satisfaction. The Psychic Stone inside the scepter enhanced her psychic powers, and the poor Doctor of Astrophysics had fallen under the control of the Primordial Stone, as if his entire personality had been replaced, and he was willing to do things for Amora.

They were hiding in an old and dilapidated castle, the outer walls of which were full of holes. The dim light shone on the dirty floor, and the walls were constantly filled with a cold wind, constantly stirring the ceiling in the corner.

The executioner in charge of watching the wind jumped from a great height. He gestured to Amorabi.

"Again?" Amora frowned in displeasure. But then she snorted heavily, "It's fine." This time, we're going to get rid of this group of troublemakers once and for all. ”

......

The Kerry aircraft hovered about three meters above the ground, and Wanda led the super agents to jump one after another onto the huge rock.

Wanda used her superpowers to remotely activate the Psychic Primordial within the Scepter to send a signal to the satellite, and they followed the satellite logo all the way here. A few people walked a few steps according to the direction shown on the map, and the dark red old castle came into view.

"Bingo." Daisy raised the folding handheld computer in her hand and chuckled, "See?" I said it would work. ”

"That witch smells," Venom narrowed her white eyes, "and here she comes." ”

Amola stood on a large rock on the edge of a cliff above the heads of several people, looking down condescendingly. The executioner followed behind with two muskets in hand, the barrels drooping, quietly waiting for her to give orders.

Amora's gaze met with Wanda's, and she snorted softly.

"You guys really don't die."

"You can't imagine it." Wanda responded, "I've been seeing you a lot lately." ”

Amora's gaze swept over their formation.

"Looks like your powerful leader isn't there. It's unfortunate...... her eyes almost squinted," she said...... For you guys. ”

"Not from my point of view. It's a simple arithmetic problem, witch. We have seven, and you only have two. Wanda-for-tat, "General, you're done playing." ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

The witch giggled. She raised her plain white arm and gestured. Hideous creatures seemed to suddenly appear all over the mountains, flying and crawling, with sharp teeth and sharp claws, like an army, surrounding them.

Amora sneered, "Maybe you should count again." ”