An iron man with severe scratches on his gold-red paint fell naturally from the sky and finally crashed directly into the ruins of a collapsed house. The flying object raised a cloud of dust and finally rolled a few times before finally stopping.
The mask on the front of Iron Man's head has been mostly torn, revealing half of Tony's mature and resolute face.
He lay on the rubble, breathing heavily. His limbs, protected by steel armor, had marks of being stabbed by spears. They were in a scrapped state and were constantly hissing with white electric light.
'Tap tap!'
An agile dark purple figure leaped down and landed lightly in front of Tony. It was Proxima Midnight who was fighting against him.
Dark Night Proxima was holding a black spear, his original alien uniform was burnt and messy, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
Obviously this battle was not easy for it, despite this, it still stood to the end.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Dark Night Proxima took a cat-like step forward, the tip of his spear flashing a seductive purple light. He looked down at Tony lying on the ground coldly and said in a cold voice: "It's no use. No matter whether it's a biological or technological product, as long as it is attacked by my spear, the internal nervous system will be damaged and scrapped."
"Now that the steel armor on your limbs is all destroyed, how can you fight me?"
Tony didn't respond to Proxima Midnight, nor did he take off his iron armor. Instead, he just kept breathing heavily, trying to buy even a second.
"Oh? Are you still waiting for the battle over there to end? Don't fantasize. General Corvus Glaive can be ranked among the top three among us. Countless powerful stars have died under his Corvus Glaive, and that human man is no exception."
Proxima Midnight sneered, raised the spear in his hand, and was about to give Tony the final blow.
But suddenly.
Dark Night Proxima shuddered all over, glanced sideways in one direction, an expression of disbelief and a hint of fear appeared on his face.
"How's the battle over there? Has the outcome been decided?"
Tony felt relieved. He looked at Proxima Centauri in the dark night, his serious face tightened and a smile appeared on his face. "Let me guess, it should be my godfather who won, right?"
"Shut up! You Earth native, shut up!"
Dark Night Proxima's hand, holding the spear high, was still shaking, and he shouted loudly like a nervous person.
The breath of the Death Blade General... disappeared, and the connection with it was completely severed in an instant. However, the breath of the human man still existed, and it was so strong and high that it was difficult to describe in words.
All these messages indicate one thing—
General Corvus Glaive, who had fought for many years under the lord Thanos, died and was defeated by the indigenous humans of a mere wild planet.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?!"
Dark Night Proxima murmured to himself, unable to accept the fact before him.
Tony continued, "You may not know that among us, the Godfather is the absolute number one and has never lost in decades."
"Shut up! I said, shut up!"
Proxima's face became more and more ferocious, and he was almost losing his mind with anger. He lowered his head and looked at Tony again, raising the spear in his hand above his head as high as possible, "Even if you win, you have to die here!"
As soon as Proxima Midnight finished speaking, he did not hesitate at all and thrust the spear in his hand down into the glowing chest of Tony's iron armor, which was the krypton gold energy core that provided the entire armor.
"This is the moment, Jarvis!" Tony shouted suddenly.
"Yes sir."
As Jarvis spoke, the Iron Man suit suddenly came together and separated from Tony's body to both sides.
Tony made a hasty tactical roll and just avoided the fatal blow from the Dark Midnight Proxima Spear.
"Want to run?"
The spear missed and stabbed into the ground. Dark Night Proxima's pupils contracted and he was about to chase Tony.
But at this moment, the iron armor parts scattered on the ground flew towards it at an accelerated speed and were automatically put on the body of Dark Midnight Proxima.
Proxima Midnight was shocked, but he couldn't get rid of the suit parts. In just half a second, his body was wrapped in the damaged iron suit. Proxima Midnight looked at Tony next to him and found that Tony had climbed up from the ground and smiled at him strangely.
Tony didn't give him a chance to react, and quickly issued an order, "Jarvis, self-destruct the Mark 8-AK model."
"What do you want to do? Let me go!"
The energy core in the chest flashed a dazzling light, and Dark Night Proxima had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he couldn't help but scream loudly.
"Let me teach you a lesson. You don't know who will win or lose until the last second."
Tony waved at Proxima Midnight and fell backwards. The next moment, amid Proxima Midnight's desperate scream, the Iron Man suit he was wearing activated the self-destruct mode.
With a loud "bang", the battle suit and the man turned into a fireball, and the parts and flesh exploded to the side. The aftermath of the impact pushed Tony, who was a few meters away, ten meters away.
“Ahem.”
Tony struggled to get up from the ground. When he confirmed that there was only the spear stuck in the scorched earth in front of him, he let out a long sigh of relief, then fell to the ground exhausted with a relieved expression.
In the second round, Iron Man Tony narrowly won!
The other side.
In the central square of London in the real world, the phenomenon of celestial bodies gathering in the sky is coming to an end. Accompanied by a blur of light and shadow, the Earth's London and the dark world are once again ambiguously connected.
A cold wind blew by.
Beside the fountain in the empty square, the figure of Malekith gradually emerged. He knelt on the ground with his knees, his body twitching and shaking. The red ether energy kept escaping and dissipating from his body surface, and his incomparably powerful momentum and vitality kept plummeting.
“How could it be, my power…” Malekith’s eyes were dull, and he stretched out his hand to grab the escaping ether energy, but the red mist still slipped through his fingers.
Another gust of wind blew by.
In the square in front of Malekith, a red cape appeared, followed by Thor's hammer, silver armor, and wild and wild blond hair...
Thor, the god of thunder, appeared in the square with a stern face, holding the hammer and walking towards Malekith.
Thor looked at the red energy dissipating from Malekith and said in a deep voice, "My father once said that we should never over-rely on external things or third-party forces. Only when we are strong inside can we be truly strong. You can't even defeat Kyle with the power you receive!"
"Besides, the ether particles are not in you. They are just residual energy given to you by others. Once you use them up, they are gone."
Thor came up to Malekith and raised Thor's hammer. Lightning wrapped around his arms and the tip of the hammer. The strong wind blew his golden hair, making it even wilder and more domineering.
Malekith stood there in a daze, having given up resistance, lost in the dominance-level power he had just experienced.
"Go to hell and repent!"
Thor decisively swung down his hammer, and a bolt of lightning came down, like a divine punishment from heaven, killing the dark elf leader Malekith to the ground.
Chapter 499 Howard's Invitation
Over the city of London.