Before Kell could think more, Malekith, who was blasted into the underground hole, jumped up with a storm of gravel and dust.
Kyle's eyes turned cold, and he gathered his energy and strength in his hands, continuing his head-on collision with Malekith, fist against fist and energy against energy.
In just a few seconds.
Houses in the center of London collapsed and were damaged one after another, and the area within a hundred meters was repeatedly ravaged by the aftermath of the battle.
Eric and the other two were disheveled in the wind, looking at the doomsday scene that looked like special effects. What is a fight between gods? This is a real fight between gods!
Chapter 489 London Battlefield
New York, Stark Industries headquarters, inside the chairman's office.
Tony Stark, dressed in casual clothes, was lying comfortably on the reception sofa. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but he opened his eyes a little and secretly looked towards the office chair, where Pepper Potts, who was wearing a white suit, was.
Boz was working on his desk, signing documents skillfully without even looking up. He said calmly, "Tony, don't look at me with those lecherous eyes of yours. It's work time now, and this is still an office."
"Ahem. Thinking about it this way... it feels even more exciting."
Tony coughed a few times and asked in surprise: "How do you know I'm looking at you?"
"So, you were really looking at me lustfully just now?"
Boz looked up, rolled his eyes at him, and asked, "Why don't you take Peter out to play recently?"
"He's going to high school, and I haven't been that free lately." Tony snorted, his eyes rolled around, and his mind drifted away again.
Boz did not deny that ever since Tony had a battle with the Godfather a few days ago, he had been thinking about making something in his exclusive studio.
'Drip drip drip...'
At this moment, Tony's cell phone suddenly rang, and Jarvis' voice prompt said: "Sir, it's Peter the Spider-Man calling."
"What's the kid going to do?"
Tony said this but still let Jarvis connect the communication.
As soon as the phone was connected, Peter's anxious voice rang out, "Mr. Stark, are you watching TV?"
"TV? What TV?" Tony was stunned.
Peter continued: "Turn on the TV now, any news channel!"
"You kid..."
Tony frowned slightly, but still gave Jarvis an order, "Jarvis, turn on the TV in the office and switch to any news channel."
"Yes, sir."
As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, the LCD screen embedded in the wall of the office turned on.
On the New York News Channel, the female anchor sat at the front of the stage with a serious face, and said in fluent English: "Our TV station just received an urgent message. Just five minutes ago, the locals in London's Museum Square were involved in a catastrophic war. The symbols of peace and superheroes such as Thor appeared in it."
"Godfather, and Thor?" Tony narrowed his eyes slightly. He was originally half lying on the sofa, but now he sat up tensely and walked a few steps forward to get closer to the LCD screen.
"Now, let the local reporters provide us with the video broadcast."
After the female host finished speaking, she switched the video to local reporters.
The scene suddenly changed, and a male reporter was standing on the side of the square, holding a microphone in fear. The background was the ruins of the street still with billowing smoke and flames, and pedestrians were screaming and running everywhere.
The male reporter reported in a panic, "Dear viewers, I am a reporter from London. I am now standing next to London Central Square. You can clearly see that five minutes ago, the streets of London were peaceful and prosperous, but now, five minutes later, they have become a horrible ruin."
"From what I just saw, the Symbol of Peace and Thor were fighting an alien enemy respectively. But their whereabouts were erratic. They were fighting here half a minute ago, and suddenly they all disappeared..."
Before the male reporter could finish his words, a small silver hammer flew past him at high speed.
Then, the Cursed Warrior and Thor appeared at the same time from about ten meters away, and fell on the asphalt road, creating a hole. The two were just fighting with fists and feet, but they were like space beasts, easily knocking over many cars parked on the road.
The camera finally freezes on the male reporter's face full of fear, as he tries to avoid a car caught in a strong wind. The picture then becomes distorted and the video camera quickly turns back to the female host.
The female anchor patted her chest and said in shock: "The signal from the London reporters has been disconnected from the TV station. I hope they are okay. I also hope that London can get through this difficult time safely like New York did six months ago..."
"enough."
Tony made a false move with his left hand. Jarvis understood what he meant and turned off the TV screen.
"Tony, have Godfather and the others run into trouble again?" Bozilli looked at Tony worriedly.
"It's not very clear yet. But even the Godfather couldn't solve it in time, which means that the enemy this time is very difficult."
Tony said this and lowered his head slightly, then realized that he had not hung up the call.
Peter's phone rang with a question, "Mr. Stark, do you need my help?"
"Just stay in New York. School is about to start, don't run around! Otherwise I'll complain to Aunt Mei!"
Tony hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and then said to Boz in a deep voice, "Sorry, it seems I can't go to dinner with you."
Boz didn't dissuade him, but nodded and said, "Be careful and pay attention to safety."
"certainly."
Tony agreed, and walked towards the open French window of the office while giving instructions to Jarvis, "Jarvis, send a set of the latest armor over, it's urgently needed!"
"Yes, sir."
“What a troubled time!”
Tony walked to the floor-to-ceiling window by himself. A dozen steel parts flew in from the window and fit perfectly on his body.
A few seconds later.
The engines on the palms and soles of the feet started humming, and a gold and red painted iron man turned into a stream of light and flew at supersonic speed towards the sky in the direction of London.
"Tony..."
Boz came to the floor-to-ceiling window, placed his hands on his chest, and watched the iron man's back until he completely disappeared from his sight.
At this time, London.
A ripple gently passed over the central square.
Burning with the powerful energy of the binary star, Kyle rushed out of the void, his feet landed on the grass, his right hand still in a fist shape. However, Malekith, who was the target of the attack, was randomly teleported to an unknown place.
"Here we go again... Can we please finish this battle properly?"
Kyle also felt a little helpless. The surface of London was fine, but as long as you went ten meters up in the air, the boundary of space had become blurred. Any living creature passing through there would be randomly teleported to somewhere in the Nine Realms.