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Really want Malekith to touch the ether, the ghost knows how things will develop.

After all, the current situation has become different from the original plot.

Thinking about Malekith's position, the conclusion is obvious - in an environment surrounded by powerful enemies, it is impossible to leave room for slack, while fiddling with the ether in his hand and talking endlessly. In Shi Xiaolei's view, whether it is himself or someone else, he will definitely choose to expand directly after getting the ether.

The most important thing is to get rid of the current predicament first. As for the others, it's too late to think about it after getting out of trouble.

The so-called life after death. At such a critical juncture, who can free up the mind to ponder other thoughts, to put it simply, at the moment of the shot, he may not even care about the question of whether the ether will drain himself.

As the king of the dark elves, Malekith could not have no common sense.

Considering that the ether is a reality gem, with infinite power, if it burst out suddenly, the lethality may be greater than I imagined...

After freeing his mind from the shackles, thinking that Malekith is not the only one who can take the ether out of Jane Foster's body, and that there may be several other feasible solutions, Shi Xiaolei made up his mind and must avoid it. Give him access to Jane Foster, and the ether that melts into her.

"Come on, buddy." Patting Stark's shoulder, Shi Xiaolei took two steps back, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the stone platform.

With a bang, Stark put on his visor, and his eyes lit up with blue-white light. At the same moment, Shi Xiaolei also took the stone platform and Jane Foster, who was lying flat on the stone platform, a teleporter and hid in the ark.

This was already arranged, and there were already maids waiting in the ark.

After instructing the maids to take care of Jane Foster who was still under anesthesia, Shi Xiaolei returned to the hall of the side hall in three or five seconds.

It came back too fast, and Stark didn't have time to do it.

And Malekith, also immersed in the grief of the sudden disappearance of the ether, was still holding his head and shouting: "No! My ether!"

Du Juan's cry of blood was just like that. The shouting was so miserable. Even though he knew that the two sides were hostile, Shi Xiaolei couldn't help but twitch in his heart, and he felt as if he had become a villain.

I don't like this kind of atmosphere, because Malekith's shouts are too loud and disturbing to hear...

After digging his ears, Shi Xiaolei raised his foot and kicked Stark's iron ass: "Hurry up, don't waste time. If you want to listen to the opera, go back and invite you."

"You are really cruel." Looking back at Shi Xiaolei, Stark shrugged: "Well, this guy's name is really ugly."

When the voice fell, Stark stood up, and while rushing towards Malekith, he raised his arms and fired a few energy bullets.

The target of these energy bombs was not Malekith himself... At the time of separation from the main body of the spacecraft, there were seven or eight other dark elves left in the bridge. There are a few so-called high-level officials, and a few are the personal guards who are responsible for guarding Malekith. Time has passed, and these dark elves have woken up from the dizziness caused by the impact, and each took up the weapons in their hands, posing ready to attack at any time.

At a glance, he knew that the people beside Malekith were his bodyguards, and there was no need to say more about how Stark would choose.

After all, he is also an 'important person', and he is often accompanied by bodyguards when he goes out and about. Regarding the trick of 'the rescue of the bodyguards must be stopped first, in order to ensure the success of the attack on the target person', he still has some experience.

With Jarvis helping to calculate and correct the trajectory, Stark's cannons fell on the hands of the guards very accurately.

"Ah." Someone was directly interrupted by his arm and lay on the ground in pain.

Others were just shot with weapons.

The idea of ​​guarding Malekith has already condensed into instinct, even if there is no weapon in his hand, the remaining two guards jumped out recklessly and blocked Malekith in front of him.

It was too late, and Stark had already arrived.

I saw that he lowered his body slightly by the inertia when he landed, and dexterously avoided the enemy's fist.

As he stood up, he raised his right arm.

With the strength of turning around and the thrust generated when the fire was ejected from the palm of the right hand, the rounded arm was a backhand slap in the face.

"Pass!"

The powerful slap made the dark elf standing in front of him dizzy. Unable to bear the force, he flew out in a whirl.

The second place was no better.

After the previous one was pumped, Stark continued to move forward. While walking, he raised his left hand again, the palm of his hand was facing the belly of this man, and Biu released a ball of energy bullets.

With a muffled sound of 'Peng', this one also fell out, with his feet upside down.

In a blink of an eye, the two guards who were blocking the road were cleared away, and they came to Malekith.

At the same time, the other five dark elves who had been dragged for half a beat by Stark's cannonball had also been controlled by other comrades who arrived in time.

"Surrender, you lose." While no one was bothering him, Stark unconsciously pretended to be coercive.

Standing more than ten meters behind him, Shi Xiaolei couldn't help but hang a black line on his forehead when he saw this scene, and raised his hand to cover his forehead.

"No, I will never surrender!" The resentment in his heart had overflowed to the extreme, Malekith could no longer maintain his calmness as a king, and rushed towards Stark like a lunatic.

Unlike the Asgardians, who have three times the body density of humans, let alone the dwarves whose average height is greater than that of the Asgardians and who push iron every day, and the Frost Giants and Fire Giants who are completely dependent on their bodies to eat. In front of them, the small physiques of the dark elves are even more incomparable.

Among the Nine Realms, the physical qualities of the dark elves are only ranked second to last, that is, they are just a little bit stronger than humans.

Described in an easier-to-understand way, it is probably the level of 'per capita second-level athletes'.

Against the defenseless Stark, there is still a fight.

But now...

Stark was wearing a suit of armor and had Jarvis loaded with various fighting skills.

In his current state, even Thor with a hammer can play several rounds.

If the opponent was replaced by Malekith, who was only slightly stronger than ordinary humans, there was no need to say what the result would be.

No, it was just for a moment, Stark controlled Malekith, pressed him to the ground with joint skills, and pressed him firmly on the floor.

"Everyone said they made you surrender. Why bother, doesn't it hurt?"

"Let go of me, I'm going to kill you, kill you all!"

"Wow, since you said so, then I can't let go." Stark smiled provocatively, and added strength: "After all, I don't like to make trouble for myself like you do. ."