The royal palace of Asgard was shattered by the Dark Elves' cannonballs, and the masonry buildings were burned into semi-liquid crystals, like caramel cakes about to melt.

However, from the foundation at the bottom of the building, dozens of slightly raised bright silver metal filaments slowly spread.

The metal filaments were like budding trees, moving quickly along the cracks in the masonry of the palace hall.

At the same time, more miniature tentacles are extended, shearing fine crystals from the half-melted wall tiles and reconverting them into sand to fill the cracks.

After a few breaths, the metal filaments had covered the entire building, and the original collapsed and dilapidated royal palace had been restored.

"Nanoscale silicon-based robots...."

Malekith gritted his teeth and said the name of the filigree.

The power of nanomachinery lies in its terrifying ability to multiply rapidly.

With just a small drop of nanomachinery placed in the right environment (veins in rock formations, seabed full of various resources), it won't be long before nanomachines can spread across the entire area.

The extinction of nanomechanical clusters can only be guaranteed by the use of weapons of mass destruction (e.g., extremely high temperature lasers, very low temperature freezing gas, and gravitational bombs) to completely destroy an entire area in a very short time.

If a handful of nanobots are missed in the process of destruction, it won't be long before these delicate little things will make a comeback.

"Withdraw the destroyer! Watch out for those...."

Before Malekis could finish his sentence, he saw thousands of metal snakes rising from the foundations of the royal palace.

The serpents, each the size of a pillar and straight, bounced up after a short delay, tearing through the sky like arrows through all the cross-shaped destroyers.

On the radio communication channel, the screams of his compatriots rang out one after another, pricking Malakis's eardrums.

In the distance, the flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the destroyer, which had suddenly lost its power source, slowly fell under the action of the law of gravity, and was about to crash.

The Dark Elves have low reproductive ability and a sparse population, and they have barely recovered a little bit of vitality in thousands of years of prison years.

Malekith is certainly a ruthless monarch, but those dark elf soldiers on the destroyer are an important bargaining chip for his personal ambitions, and he cannot be sacrificed here in vain.

The red-black mist-like aether particles that lingered in his hands suddenly escaped and dispersed like lightning through the mothership, enveloping the ships that were about to crash.

The peculiarity of aether particles lies in their ability to distort the boundaries between reality and fantasy.

In an instant, the long serpentine metal spikes that pierced through the ship were softened into silver-gray cement, barely hanging on the ship, and finally completely liquefied, pouring to the ground like a stream of water.

Li Ang, who has four-dimensional vision, can clearly see that the physical properties of the nanomachinery have changed drastically after being exposed to the red and black fog.

Every minute and every second, particles are repelling each other, attracting, ionizing, and decaying, just like the crazy boiling atomic soup in the narrow singularity at the beginning of the world.

Even out of the range of aether particles, the completely liquefied nanomachinery has not recovered at all, and can only twitch unconsciously - its atomic properties have been fundamentally changed, and the built-in self-healing and multiplication programs will naturally not work.

"Tsk."

Li Ang, who was standing on the observation deck of the palace, looked at the turbid red and black fog with great interest, and said indifferently: "Even if you raise your vision to the four-dimensional level, you can only see the effect of the macroscopic level clearly, and you can't see the action process of the ether particles at the microscopic level..."

Over time, the dilapidated ship was quickly restored, and the original streamlined surface was covered with a dense layer of jagged spikes.

The four tips of the skeleton of the cross also began to split to the sides, splicing together into arcs.

The outer circle and the inner cross eventually form the shape of a button. The button-shaped ships floated in the air, some distance away from each other, parallel to each other, but from a distance they seemed to overlap.

On the mothership, Malekith shook his cloak, his eyes red from the power of the aether particles, and he ignited a brilliant pillar of light, which instantly crossed a distance of thousands of meters and hit the central hub of those parallel button-shaped ships.

The overlapping cross hubs, like amplification instruments, further increased the intensity of the pillars of light, and by the time they flew in front of Leon, they were already like a thick wall of light that covered the sky and the sun.

Li Ang smiled, flipped his palm, and gently picked up the bright blue cosmic Rubik's Cube, harnessing the huge energy contained in the Rubik's Cube, completely distorting the space in front of the palace, creating a giant spatial vortex visible to the naked eye, completely engulfing the red and black pillars of light.

After a short delay, a spatial vortex that was exactly the same as the one just before suddenly opened up above the Dark Elf Mothership, returning the thick and thick wall of light to the ship that Malekith was riding on.

“！！”

The dark elf's expression changed suddenly, and with a wave of his arm, his cloak hunted, and the aether particles poured out above the ship, hitting the wall of light that he had personally emitted just now.

The reality-distorting power was activated again, and the wall of light containing the destructive energy of the aether particles instantly transformed into billions of dreamlike butterflies under the strange energy of the aether particles.

The red and black butterflies stretched their bodies, clinging to each other, crowded, overlapping, filling the Asgardian sky, and listening intently, could only hear the dense flapping of wings.

The scales that fall from the wings of the butterfly float down slowly, reflecting the dazzling light of various colors and dyeing the sky in brilliant colors.

Before the Asgardians below could take a good look at the strange sky, they saw that above the sky, the colors dyed by the scales were rapidly melting, and they quickly blended according to some indescribable law, outlining the whole sky into a colorful and smooth patch of color.

If you want to describe it, then the sky of Asgard at this moment, like Van Gogh's masterpiece "Starry Night", is bright, unrestrained, enthusiastic and full of vitality.

"Die!"

However, Malekis, who had made it all by himself, was not as indisputable as Van Gogh, his face was covered with bruises, he roared horribly, and his palms were flared, as if he were holding something incorporeal, and pressed downward.

As he moved, the colorful sky of Asgard slowly fell, like a bowl.

Wait for the sky to fall.