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Staring at the spaceship that had crashed onto the ground, carving a deep trench across the middle of the street, the crowd of people dressed up as monsters and demons screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.
But because it was Halloween, the streets were packed with too many people. For the moment, there was simply no way for everyone to escape the danger zone.
And when there are too many people in a panic, trampling and stampedes are almost inevitable.
At once, Steve, the other Avengers, and Clark sprang into action, rushing toward those who had been knocked down and beginning to evacuate the crowd.
Onboard the spaceship, Malekith, leader of the Dark Elves, looked coldly at Thor, who had been blasted away, and at the chaos spreading below. "Take some men and kill him. I'm heading to the Convergence point."
Who was this man?
Why was he holding Mjolnir, yet wearing a strange green battle suit?
A question flashed through Malekith's mind, but he quickly discarded it.
Now was no time to dwell on irrelevant details.
Since the man was a threat, he only needed to be eliminated.
In ten minutes, when the Nine Realms aligned into a straight line and overlapped at the Convergence focal point, releasing the Aether there would amplify its power due to the distortion of space at the convergence of realms. With it, the entire universe would be plunged back into darkness at the fastest possible speed.
Hearing Malekith's words, a massive Cursed Warrior with long horns sprouting from his head gave a heavy nod. Staring at Thor, who was climbing back to his feet, he strode toward the edge of the mothership.
He intended to leap straight down.
At the same time, the Dark Elves, upon hearing Malekith's command, also began to move.
Thor stood, reached out his hand, and Mjolnir flew back into his grasp.
"You okay?"
Mike appeared beside him with Gwen in tow.
Thor nodded anxiously. "I have to save Jane!"
He had just flown into the Dark Elf mothership but had seen nothing before a towering figure hurled him back out.
Mike's gaze swept toward the distant ship. "I've found her. I'll go with you."
Hearing Mike's words, Gwen let go of his hand, obediently standing to the side. "Go get them, Daddy!"
Mike ruffled Gwen's hair.
"Boom!"
A figure crashed down from the sky, creating a massive crater riddled with cracks.
Thor's expression tightened as he looked at the Cursed Warrior who had landed. "Be careful! That's a Cursed Warrior of the Dark Elves!"
He was the one who had just sent Thor flying.
"Haaah!"
Upon spotting Thor, the Cursed Warrior activated like a killing machine. His body crouched low, the ground beneath him shattering as he leapt high, crashing down toward Thor's position.
But before he could land, a man clad in an X-Men battle suit shot upward, slamming a powerful punch into the Cursed Warrior and sending him hurtling away.
It was Clark!
"Thanks!" Thor shouted to him, then swung Mjolnir and flew once more toward the Dark Elf mothership.
Mike paused briefly before vanishing with a sonic boom. Just as the mothership was about to cloak itself, he landed on it, carrying Thor along as they raced toward Jane's location.
The two cut through all obstacles, quickly finding Jane.
Perhaps because she posed no threat and held no further value, Malekith had tossed her aside after extracting the Aether, leaving her unconscious.
Thor scooped Jane into his arms, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mike as they glared coldly at Malekith not far away.
Black energy swirled around Malekith's body as he eyed Thor in puzzlement. "Asgardian warrior, who are you supposed to be?"
An Asgardian dressed entirely in green—he had never heard of such a man. Yet the weapon in his hand was undeniably Mjolnir…
"Pfft!"
Mike couldn't help but laugh.
Thor's face flushed green with irritation. "I am Thor, son of Odin, the God of Thunder!"
Malekith regarded him with suspicion.
In Thor's hand, Mjolnir crackled with dazzling lightning.
Mike waved him off. "Leave this guy to me. You take control of the ship and steer it to safety."
Judging from the black energy swirling around Malekith and recognizing the familiar course of events, it was clear he had already absorbed the Aether (the Reality Stone) and was preparing to unleash it.
Thor nodded firmly.
"Delusional!"
Malekith barked coldly. Raising his hand, a barrage of black-red crystals imbued with dark energy shot forth like a storm of bullets toward Mike and Thor.
Thor's expression shifted, and he quickly pulled Jane back. Mike, however, charged straight into the barrage.
The black-red crystals struck his body with sharp clinks, bouncing harmlessly away.
Malekith's pupils contracted at the sight.
The next instant, Mike appeared right in front of him, smashing a fist toward his head.
"Bang!"
His punch connected, blasting Malekith away like a cannonball.
Yet Mike frowned slightly.
No injury?
Was it the Reality Stone's power?
Noticing the fragments of black-red crystals forming where he had struck, Mike raised an eyebrow.
Though Malekith's use of the Reality Stone was crude, it was proving effective for now.
But if this was all he had, then he was nothing more than a punching bag that could take a beating.
Malekith rose from the ground, glaring at Mike in fury. He extended both hands, summoning countless black-red crystals around him. But before he could act—
Mike suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Too slow!"
With his taunt, a fist packed with raw power slammed into Malekith's face.
With a thunderous boom, Malekith was blasted backward. Mike instantly followed up, seizing his leg and swinging him like a hammer, smashing him again and again into the ship's deck.
Boom!
"Who gave you time to cast spells?!"
Boom!
"Restoring the universe to darkness—what a pathetic goal!"
Boom!
"You're ruining the image of elves altogether!"
Boom! Boom!
"Hand over the Aether already!"
With every slam, Mike kept ridiculing him.
Malekith might have been a competent leader, but as a warrior, he was sorely lacking.
"Enough!"
With a furious roar, black-red crystals erupted from him like an expanding storm, blasting Mike backward.
Flipping through the air, Mike stabilized himself and looked at Malekith, whose head was bleeding and eyes had gone red with rage. Mike curled his lip dismissively.
As the black-red crystals surged forward like a raging tide, Mike drew in a deep breath. White, freezing mist gushed from his mouth like a blizzard, freezing the oncoming storm of crystals solid.
"Too low!"
With his cutting remark, Mike shattered the frozen crystals with a punch, reappeared beside Malekith, and slammed his head down hard against the deck.
(End of Chapter)