Malekith was hit by multiple swords one after another, and was seriously injured, but at the same time, he was also under the load brought by the huge energy from the aether particles, and his body was already on the verge of limit.

But contrary to his state, the storm of aether particles seemed to be several points stronger than it was weakened. Or rather, the energy level of the aether attached to him gushed out from multiple wounds, and the stream of dark red particles swept through the sky, as if it wanted to dye the whole world its color.

The aether is nearly indestructible, but its harnesser is not. The energy of the aether swept everything, but Malekith was at the end of the crossbow.

Michael stepped forward under tremendous pressure, his sword was lifted, the hedron energy was fully output, and the majestic magic power was poured into it. Pale blue light covered the blade, and flame-colored lines outlined the blade. With a sword slash, the blade overbearingly broke through the blood-colored realm and fell like a bamboo. Malekith raised his arms and summoned the aether particles in vain to block, but to no avail. A long blue crescent moon slashed out of the blood-red space, slashing down with an unstoppable blow, splitting through the aether's defenses like tofu and then head-to-toe from Malekis.

It was as if a crack had been cut through the center of the dark elf's body, and the crack happened to fall along the middle line that divided the black and white on his face. Endless darkness erupted from the cracks. The dark elf raised its head to the sky and roared, its voice hoarse and heavy. Aether particles burst into the sky in a circle, shaped like a DNA model of a double helix. A dark red spiral slammed into the cracked gap in the sky. It traveled through space, stabbing from one country to another, shuttling and infecting different worlds, and even the sky was dyed a deep blood color everywhere it passed.

Malekith staggered to his feet, and then remained motionless. He maintained a dull roar, but his eyes had been replaced by darkness, and his whole person seemed to have been reduced to a puppet of the Aether. Now it was the dark weapon that was harnessing his body, not the other way around. He had lost consciousness completely, but the aether seemed to have broken free from its shackles and was more powerful than ever.

"Particle shield integrity 12%." The armor's built-in computer once again gives a warning prompt, "The shield is about to be automatically disarmed, and the defense system is ready to enter hibernation mode until recharge is complete." ”

The shield of the Krihedron energy is approaching its limit, and it will be broken at any time. The dark red particles that permeated the surroundings had already begun to seep into the shield, constantly impacting the vibranium armor. Inside the armor, Michael could feel the oppressive sensation, as if the sudden change in air pressure was squeezing his lungs, making every breath more difficult.

Sure enough, it should be said that it is worthy of being a reality stone, and the power is really not covered. However, no matter how powerful the artifact is, it is only a foreign object after all, and its controller is only to this extent after all, and this battle should almost reach the end.

Michael forged the magic seal of the "Sacred Sword of the Emperor of the Mountains", and he extracted a huge amount of magic from the dimension of the supreme existence of the "Trinity", but instead of transforming it into a sword, he poured all this magic power into the Kree heavy sword in his hand. The body of the sword was covered with sacred golden rays, and it was like the only lighthouse in this dark world, forcibly tearing out a piece of light that even the darkness of the ether could not erode in.

And that's not all. He then skillfully and quickly formed another magic seal, a milky white aura enveloping the blade that radiated golden light, and gilding it with a layer of holy white light. It was the mark of the Seraph, another high-level spell. The dual spells were superimposed, and at the same time, the heavy sword's own system was also operating to the limit, and before the sword body was cut off, its erupting energy field was so agitated that the blood-colored space trembled continuously, as if it was about to fall apart at any time.

The heavy sword fell. There are no words to describe what kind of sword it was, for any description is pale at this time. The retinal-burning light split a path through the darkness in an instant, engulfing the entire body of the dark elf.

Malekith's body was disintegrated, like a shadow vanishing in a scorching light. The aether contained within him was suddenly released, and the fluid that had lost its host suspended in the air and churned slowly.

Now is the time.

Michael put away his heavy sword and released the magic circle in each hand, operating in the air against the dark red fluid that was slowly churning in the air. It really worked, and the aether seemed to sense it, and slowly stopped the irregular churning under his movements. Then it began to shrink, and the whole field began to shrink rapidly. The particle fluid is concentrated in high concentrations until it is almost reduced to a small ball of fluid. Michael's left palm was down, his right palm was up, and the circle controlled the ether sphere firmly in the middle. It wasn't until he withdrew his palms that the circle contracted, and the sphere disappeared in place with a snap.

The main goal is accomplished. The Aether Particle has been taken in, and the primary crisis has been resolved. So now all that's left is the convergence of celestial bodies.

There were still nine huge chasms in the sky, and instead of closing, they seemed to be closer than before.

In this way, Wanda's side should not be finished for the time being.

Since Amora has been involved in this mess, the mysterious boss behind her scenes should also have a part. Malekis and the dark elves he led are not like Amora's backstage, and Malekith's strength before obtaining the aether particle is even far inferior to the charm witch, and he is not qualified to be the boss behind the scenes.

Michael had a hunch that things weren't that simple.

"Anomalous phase fluctuations."

A warning sign pops up on the computer screen. Michael subconsciously glanced at the anomalous coordinates, and he soon found that the coordinates happened to be in the ...... Over here.

Without warning, the space suddenly folded and distorted. The blue-black armor suddenly vanished in place, disappearing from the entire dark continent of yellow sand.

***

Somewhere else.

As Tony's first journey to the God's Domain, it was clear that this trip wasn't very comfortable. The device he designed summoned a wormhole with a gravitational force greater than he could have imagined, followed by a turbulent flow of energy like countless heavy whips, and the violent churning through the wormhole made him almost vomit in his armor.

Finally, there was the unforgettable "hard landing", which is worth mentioning that his face hit the ground first, and the steel visor smashed the floor, and the force shook his head for a while.

Thor landed not far from him. Tony shook his head and got up, muttering, "Okay, the quality of the trip may need to be improved, but it worked out." How about Thor, are we in Asgard? ”

Thor didn't answer. He was standing there in a daze, looking forward with his head up and an expression of disbelief. Tony wondered. He followed Thor's line of sight, and saw the lavishly decorated palace, and saw the long staircase, and the golden throne at the end of the staircase, and the young man in the antlered helmet on the throne, looking at the two guests with a playful smile on his lips.

Loki, the god of trickery, Thor's younger brother.