Marvel – Immortal Path

Dark Elf's intensive light bombardment caused the Imperial Family Palace in Asgard to fall apart, and the masonry structure was burned into a semi-liquid crystal shape, like a caramel cake about to melt.

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

Those metal filaments are like budding young trees, walking quickly along the masonry cracks of the Imperial Palace great hall,

At the same time, more tiny tentacles extend from The semi-melted wall tiles are cut into finely divided crystals and converted into sand again to fill the broken gaps.

After a few breaths, the metal filaments have covered the entire building, and the imperial family palace that was originally collapsed and dilapidated has also been restored.

"Nano-scale silicon-based robot..."

Malekith gritted his teeth and said the name of the metal filament.

The power of nanomachinery lies in its extremely terrifying rapid proliferation ability.

As long as a small drop of nanomachines is placed in a suitable environment (the veins in the rock formations, the seabed full of various resources), it will not take long for the nanomachines to spread across the entire area.

Only by using weapons of mass destruction (such as extremely high temperature lasers, extremely low temperature freezing gas, and gravitational bombs) to completely destroy the entire area in a very short period of time, can the extinction of the nanomachinery cluster be guaranteed.

As long as a handful of nanobots are missed in the process of destruction, it will not take long for these delicate little things to return in a swirl of dust.

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

Before Malekith could finish his words, he saw thousands of metal bars rise from the foundation of the Imperial Family Palace snake.

Those long snakes each have beams and columns, stand in great numbers, and suddenly bounce up after a short delay, tearing through the sky, like arrows piercing through all cross-shaped destroyers.

In the radio communication channel, the screams of the compatriots came one after another, stinging Malekith's eardrums.

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

Dark Elf has a low reproductive capacity and a sparse population. After thousands of years of prison, he barely regained his vitality.

Malekith is certainly a cruel and ruthless monarch, but the Dark Elf soldiers on the destroyers are important chips for his personal ambitions and cannot be sacrificed here in vain.

The thick red and black mist of Aether lingering in his hands suddenly escaped, passing through the mothership, scattered into countless lanes like lightning, and at the same time enveloped the ships that were about to crash.

Aether is special because it can distort the boundary between reality and fantasy.

In just a moment, the long snake-like metal spikes that penetrated the ship were softened into silver-gray mud, barely drooping on the ship, and finally liquefied completely, and poured onto the ground like a stream of water.

Li Ang, who has four-dimensional vision, can clearly see that the physical attributes of nanomachines have undergone drastic changes after being exposed to the dense red and black fog.

Every minute between particles They are all repelling, attracting, ionizing, and decaying, just like the boiling atomic soup in the narrow singularity at the beginning of the world.

Even if it is out of the scope of Aether, the completely liquefied nanomachinery has not recovered at all, and can only twitch unconsciously-its atomic attributes have undergone fundamental changes, built-in self-healing and Naturally, the proliferation program will not work.

"tsk tsk."

Li Ang, standing on the observation deck of the palace, looked towards the turbid red and black fog with interest, and said calmly: "Even if you When the vision is raised to the four-dimensional level, you can only see the effect at the macro level, and you can’t see the process of Aether at the micro level...."

As time goes by, the dilapidated ship quickly It has been restored as before, and the original streamlined surface is covered with a layer of close and numerous jagged spikes.

The ship skeleton of the cross, its four tips have also begun to split on both sides, joining each other to form Arc.

The outer circle and the inner cross form the shape of a button. These button-shaped ships are suspended in the air, leaving a certain distance between them, parallel to each other, but from a distance they seem to overlap each other.

On the mothership, Malekith shook his cloak, his eyes crimson eroded by Aether's power, inspiring bright beams of light, instantly spanning thousands of meters, and hitting the central hub of the parallel button-like spaceship. .

The overlapping cross pivots, like an amplification instrument, further increase the intensity of the beam of light. When it flies in front of Li Ang, it is already like a thick light wall covering the heavens and shielding the sun.

Li Ang smiled, turned over the palm, lightly lit up the blue Tesseract, harnessed the huge energy contained in the magic cube, and completely distorted the space in front of the palace, creating a naked eye visible The huge space vortex completely engulfed the red and black beams of light.

After a short delay, a space vortex, exactly the same as before, suddenly opened above the Dark Elf mothership, returning the thick and solid light wall intact to the ship Malekith was riding on.

"!!!"

The King of Dark Elf's expression suddenly changed, and with a wave of his arm, the cloak hunted, pouring out Aether at the top of the ship and hitting it straight. The wall of light he personally emitted just now.

The power of distorting reality is activated again, and the wall of light containing destructive sexual energy, under the weird energy of Aether, instantly changes into billions of dreamlike butterflies.

The red and black butterflies stretched their bodies, clinging to each other, crowded, overlapped, filling the sky of Asgard, listening carefully, only the sound of close and numerous flapping wings could be heard.

The scales falling from the butterfly wings slowly float down, reflecting the crystal clear and near-transparent rays of light, dyeing the sky into brilliant colors.

Before waiting for the Asgard people below to take a good look at the strange sky, they saw that the color stained by the scales melted rapidly above the sky, and quickly adjusted according to some indescribable law. The sky is outlined into colorful and smooth patches.

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

"Go to die!"

However, Malekith, who made all of this with his own hands, is not as uncontested as Van Gogh. His face is covered with violent veins, hideous and terrifying. Screaming sternly, bluffing his palms, as if holding something intangible, pressing down.

Following his movements, Asgard's colorful sky fell slowly, falling down like a bowl.

Wait for the sky.