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If Malekith really touches the ether, who knows how things will develop.

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

Putting yourself in Malekith's position, the conclusion is obvious - in an environment surrounded by powerful enemies, it is impossible to leave any room to talk endlessly while fiddling with the ether in your hand. In Shi Xiaolei's opinion, whether it was him or someone else, he would definitely choose to open up the ether directly after getting the ether.

The most important thing is to get out of the immediate predicament first. As for other things, it’s too late to consider them after we get out of trouble.

The so-called risking one's life to survive. At such a critical juncture, who can free up their mind to think about other thoughts? It is not an exaggeration to say that at the moment of taking action, they may not even care about the question of 'will the ether drain me dry?'

As the king of the dark elves, it was impossible for Malekith to have no common sense at all.

Considering that the ether is a reality gem with unlimited power, if it suddenly explodes, the lethality may be greater than one imagines...

After untying his mind and thinking that Malekith was not the only one who could remove the ether from Jane Foster's body, and that there might be several other feasible solutions, Shi Xiaolei made up his mind to avoid letting the ether escape. He comes into contact with Jane Foster and the ether that merges into her.

"Man, come on." Patting Stark's shoulder, Shi Xiaolei took two steps back and stretched out his right hand to rest 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, and hid in the ark through teleportation.

This has been arranged long ago, and there are already maids waiting inside the Ark.

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

He came back too quickly, and Stark didn't have time to take action.

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

Cuckoo's cries of blood were nothing more than that, the screams were so miserable that even though he knew the two sides were hostile, Shi Xiaolei couldn't help but twitch in his heart, feeling as if he had become a villain.

I don’t like this atmosphere because Malekith’s shouts are too noisy and disturbing...

After picking his ears, Shi Xiaolei raised his foot and kicked Stark on the iron ass: "Hurry up, don't waste time. If you want to listen to the opera, I'll treat you when you get back."

"You are so cruel." Looking back at Shi Xiaolei, Stark shrugged: "Well, this guy's scream is indeed quite unpleasant."

After the words fell, Stark stood up, rushed towards Malekith, raised his arms and fired several energy bombs.

The target of these energy bombs was not Malekith himself... When they separated from the main body of the ship, there were seven or eight other dark elves left in the bridge. Some of them are the so-called high-level officials, while others are the personal guards responsible for guarding Malekith. After a while, these dark elves have woken up from the dizziness caused by the impact, and each picked up the weapons in their hands, posing ready to attack at any time.

It was obvious at a glance that the people beside Malekith were his bodyguards. There was no need to say more about what Stark would choose.

After all, he himself is an 'important person' and is often accompanied by bodyguards when he goes out and about. Regarding the tip that "you must first prevent the bodyguard's rescue in order to ensure that the attack on the target person is successful," he is quite familiar with it.

With Jarvis helping to calculate and correct the trajectory, Stark's shots landed very accurately in the hands of the guards.

"Ah." Someone's arm was broken directly and he was lying on the ground in pain.

Others were simply shot with weapons.

The idea of ​​protecting Malekith has been condensed into instinct. Even if there is no weapon in their hands, the remaining two personal guards still jump out and block Malekith's body regardless of their own safety.

Soon enough, Stark had arrived.

He used the inertia of landing to lower his body slightly, and nimbly dodged the enemy's fist.

While standing up, he raised his right arm.

With the power of turning around and the thrust generated when the fire erupted from the palm of his right hand, just rounding his arm was a backhand slap.

"Tum!"

The powerful whipping made the dark elf in front of him feel dizzy. Unable to bear the force, he flew out in a spin.

The second one wasn't much better.

After knocking off the previous person, Stark continued to move forward. As he walked, he raised his left hand again, facing the person's abdomen with his palm, and fired a ball of energy bombs.

With a muffled sound of 'bang', this person also fell out and fell on his back.

In the blink of an eye, he cleared away the two guards blocking the road and arrived in front of Malekith.

At the same time, the other five dark elves, who had been held back for half a beat by Stark's cannon fire, 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 cool.

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

"No, I will never surrender!" The resentment in his heart was overflowing to the extreme. Malekith could no longer maintain his calmness as a king and pounced on Stark like a madman.

Unlike the Asgardians, who have a body density three times that of humans, and not as good as the dwarves whose average height is greater than that of the Asgardians and who pound iron every day, the Frost Giants and Fire Giants who make a living by relying solely on their bodies In front of me, the small bodies of the dark elves were even more incomparable.

Among the nine realms, the physical fitness of the dark elves is only ranked second to last, which is just a little bit better than humans.

To describe it in a more understandable way, it is probably the level of ‘second-level athletes per capita’.

Against the defenseless Stark, he still has a fighting chance.

But now...

Stark wore a suit of armor and asked Jarvis to load up on various fighting skills.

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

It goes without saying what the result will be if the opponent is replaced by Malekith, who is only slightly stronger than an ordinary human.

No, in just a moment, Stark took control of Malekith, used joint techniques to push him down, and pinned him firmly to the floor.

"I told you to surrender. Why bother? Doesn't it hurt?"

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

"Wow, since you said that, then I can't let go." Stark smiled provocatively and put more strength on his hand: "After all, I don't like to cause trouble for myself like you. ”