I Am In Marvel

Inside the parallel mirror space in London, the second battle between Iron Man and Proxima Centauri.

Although the intensity of the fighting here is not as intense as that of Kyle, it also covers the urban area within a hundred meters. The buildings and streets are scorched black after being ravaged by artillery shells. There are fires burning everywhere, thick thorns. Nose of black smoke curled upwards and floated.

'Papa! ’

A steel man with serious scratches on the surface of golden red paint, fell from the sky, fell naturally, and finally fell directly into the ruins formed by the collapse of the house. It's just down to stop.

Most of the mask on the front of Iron Man's head was damaged, revealing the mature and determined face of Tony inside.

He lay down on the rubble and rubble, gasping for breath. The limbs protected by the steel armor had signs of damage that had been stabbed by spears, and the white electric light was constantly entwined in a scrapped state.

'Tap! ’

A vigorous dark purple figure jumped down and landed lightly in front of Tony. It was the dark night Proxima Centauri who was fighting with him.

Night Proxima was holding a black spear, the original alien uniform was charred black and messy, with blood on the corners of his mouth.

Obviously this battle is not easy for it, but it still stands at the end.

Wiping away the blood from the corners of his mouth, Proxima Centauri took a catwalk forward, the tip of the spear flickered with a coquettish purple light, coldly looking down at Tony lying on the ground, and said coldly, "No way. No matter whether it is a creature or a technological product, as long as it is controlled by me The spear attacked, and the inner nervous system would be damaged and scrapped."

"Now that the steel armor on your limbs is all scrapped, how can you fight me?"

Tony did not respond to Proxima Night, nor did he take off his steel armor, but gasped for himself, fighting for even a second.

"Oh? Are you still waiting for the end of the war over there? Don't think about it. General Deathblade is among us and can also be ranked in the top three. There are countless star powerhouses who died under his Deathblade, and that human man is no exception. ."

Proxima Dark Night sneered again and again, raised the spear in his hand, and was about to give Tony the final blow.

Can be sudden.

Proxima Dark Night trembled, looked sideways in one direction, an unbelievable look appeared on his face, and a little panic radiated from it.

"How is it, the battle over there is a winner?"

Tony's heart was settled, looking at Proxima Centauri in the dark night, his face tightened and a serious smile appeared, "Let me guess, it should be my godfather who won, right?"

"Shut up! You earth natives, shut up for me!"

Proxima Dark Night's hand holding the spear was still trembling, and he shouted nervously.

The breath of General Dead Blade... disappeared, and the connection with it was completely cut off in an instant. And the breath of that human man still exists, and it is difficult to describe in words.

All of these messages indicate one point—

General Deathblade, who fought under the master of Thanos for many years, died and was defeated by the indigenous humans of the savage planet.

"How is this possible, how is it possible!"

Proxima Dark Night muttered, unable to accept the fact that was in front of him.

Tony continued: "You may not know that among us, the Godfather is the absolute number one and has not lost a single defeat for decades."

"Shut up! I said, shut up!"

Proxima Dark Night's face became more and more hideous, almost irrational with anger, looked down at Tony again, and raised the spear in his hand to the highest point over his head, "Even if you win, you will die here for me!"

As soon as Proxima Dark Night finished speaking, without any hesitation, he plunged the spear in his hand and inserted it into the glowing chest of Tony's steel suit, which was the kryptonite energy core that provided the entire suit.

"This is the moment, Jarvis!" Tony shouted suddenly.

"Yes sir."

Following Jarvis's words, the steel suit abruptly disassembled and spread out from Tony's body.

Tony's hasty tactical roll just avoided the fatal blow of Proxima Centauri's spear.

"Want to run?"

The spear was inserted into the ground in vain, and the pupils of Proxima Centauri shrank, just as he was about to pursue Tony.

But at this moment, the parts of the steel battle suit scattered all over the ground accelerated and flew towards it one after another, and were automatically put on Proxima Dark Night.

Proxima Dark Night was taken aback, but he couldn't shake off the parts of the battle suit. In just half a second, his body was already wrapped in the damaged steel battle suit. Proxima Dark Night looked at Tony next to him again, and found that Tony had gotten up from the ground, and gave it a weird smile.

Tony didn't give him a chance to react, and quickly issued the command, "Jarvis, blow up the Mark 8-AK model."

"What do you want to do? Let me go!"

The energy core in the chest flickered with dazzling light, and an ominous premonition surged in Proxima Centauri's heart, and he couldn't help screaming loudly.

"Teach you a truth. Until the last second, you don't know who wins or loses."

Tony waved at Proxima Night and fell back. The next moment, in the desperate scream of Proxima Centauri in the dark night, the steel battle suit he was wearing activated self-destruction mode.

Just listening to the sound of "Boom", the suit and the people turned into fireballs, the parts and minced meat exploded to the side, and the aftermath of the shock pushed Tony, who was a few meters away, ten meters away.

"Cough cough."

Tony propped himself up from the ground with difficulty. After confirming that there was only a spear stuck in place on the scorched earth, he let out a long sigh of relief and fell to the ground following his tiredness, showing a relieved expression.

In the second round, Iron Man Tony narrowly won!

the other side.

On the central square of London in the real world, the vision of the gathering of celestial bodies in the sky is coming to an end. With a blur of light and shadow, the earth London and the dark world are once again ambiguously connected.

A gust of cold wind blew through.

Next to the fountain in the original empty square, the figure of Malekith gradually emerged. It knelt on the ground with both knees, and its body twitched and trembled. The red ether energy escaped and dissipated from the surface of the body, and the incomparably powerful momentum and vitality continued to flow. down plunge.

"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 was still flowing from his fingers.

Another gust of wind blew.

In the square area in front of Malekith, the red cloak appeared, and then came to the Thor's Hammer, silver armor, rough and frantic blond hair...

Thor, with a stern face, appeared on the square, holding the Thor's hammer and walking towards Malekith.

Sol looked at the red energy dissipating from Malekith, and said solemnly: "My father once said that you should never rely too much on external objects and third-party power. Only when you have a strong heart is the real power. You Relying on the power received, let alone defeating Kyle, you can't even defeat me!"

"What's more, the ether particle is not on you, it's just the excess energy given to you by others, and it's gone after it's used up."

Thor came to Malekith and raised the Thor's hammer, lightning wrapped around his arm and the end of the hammer, and the strong wind blew his blond hair more and more wild and domineering.

Malekith stayed where he was in a daze, he had already given up his resistance, lost in the power of the dominant level just now, unable to extricate himself.

"Go to hell to repent!"

Thor decisively slammed the hammer down with a thunderbolt, like a divine punishment, killing the dark elf leader Malekith to the ground.