Marvel Magic Event Book

The two heads were in front of the illuminated screen in the center of the airbus. The one on the left had a healthier and younger hairline and was slightly superior in terms of hair count.However, Salomon did not feel proud of this. He was staring intently at the picture provided by SHIELD, watching one team after another of special operations team members wearing SHIELD armbands entering the University of Greenwich.

From the footage from the cameras they carried, Salomon could see the Greenwich Observatory in the distance.

When the Mystic raised questions about why the S.H.I.E.L.D. team could walk openly on British soil, Agent Coulson still came up with the same old tricks. "SHIELD is an international organization, and this is an agreement between democratic countries." Maybe Coulson was answering sincerely, but Salomon always thought he was lying, "This is completely different from totalitarianism. I believe those special forces members think so too, and they regard this as help. They are all British, and some have experience in serving in the SAS. They have solved many premeditated terrorist attacks. They are all very powerful fighters. .”

"No matter how powerful he is, it's still not enough compared to the dark elves." Salomon turned to thank Simmons for the hot cocoa and expressed his appreciation for the work of the science team.Now, after communicating with Dr. Eric Shavig, Fitz from the science team has achieved certain results.Before long, he would be able to calculate the exact location of the celestial conjunction.

Agent Coulson asked Fitz to promise that after being mentally contaminated by Dr. Eric Schavig, he would never run around without clothes like the astronomy professor.Fitz agreed, but it seemed that his confidence was not as high as that of Agent Coulson, because Dr. Eric Shavig's theory was really a bit absurd, and Fitz didn't think it was something that could be learned or learned at the current level of astronomy. From what he had speculated, he believed that this knowledge must have its source.

This thought made Fitz very uneasy.

"You know our enemies well?" Agent Coulson raised his eyebrows in interest.He was also given a cup of hot cocoa, but he put the cup on the holographic projection table before taking a few sips.At this time, the aircraft had been hovering at high altitude according to Salomon's instructions to avoid being cut off by the space rift when the sky merged.The engine designed by Stark was so good that the liquid in the cup was as calm as lake water.Of course, this is also inseparable from the pilot's superb driving skills. Melinda May controls the plane like she controls her limbs.

"I've seen him a few times," Salomon said, sipping hot cocoa.The mug in his hand was customized by Fitz. The pure white mug had a silly fat cat printed on it. "They have gravity weapons, which are thrown weapons," he said. "They distort gravity in a small area, like a black hole, squishing everything together. If your agent gets hit by something like that, you It's not going to be easy to find his body again because I guess the remains are probably no bigger than a fist - but don't worry, the body is definitely intact, it's just compressed and you only need a can to put it in."

"Then we need to evacuate the crowd." Agent Coulson pointed at the screen. "The special forces have eliminated the security guards, and now ordinary people in the entire school are evacuating. If I guess correctly, after a while, Downing Street's protest call is coming. Are you interested in hearing it? I think as King Arthur's heir, you should have something to say to them, right?"

The agent's last words sounded like teasing, and in response Salomon gave him an eye roll.

"Well, it looks like you're not interested. I just hope you brought enough weapons - I mean, I hope your assistants brought enough weapons, if the dark elves are really as scary as you say. .”

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When the invisible alien warship revealed its huge figure, everyone standing on the ground involuntarily raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Melinda May urgently raised the airbus, and the towering spikes on the top of the Dark Elf flagship barely missed the plane's belly.Although the razor-like alien flagship has stalled, its huge mass and solid materials have allowed it to plow deeply into the ground of the atrium of the University of Greenwich.The agent team and the Asgardian Spirit Warriors undoubtedly discovered this situation, and they were rushing towards the atrium.

Salomon walked down from the cargo hold and saw the prepared android and the female hacker with a pained face and rubbing her butt.The mystic mage ignored the unlucky guy who fell down due to emergency maneuvers. "Now, activate the constructs," he said. "I need them to meet the dark elves."

"Master, the construct is ready."

"Very good, I'll open the portal now." Salomon turned his wrist, and a circle spraying orange-red sparks appeared on the grass in the atrium, and the constructs belonging to Salomon filed out of the portal.These combat constructs follow the pragmatism spirit of the Mystic. The minimalist bright lamp head and the sharp-edged limbs specially designed for combat interpret this style. The exposed gears further illustrate Salomon's style. Attitudes toward consumables.

As soon as these constructs appeared, they rushed towards the Dark Elf battleship. Under the command of the artificial man, they climbed on the battleship with their razor-like hands and feet.Due to the aesthetics of the dark elves, they installed the elevator in the most conspicuous middle position without any protection. This also gave the constructs the opportunity to pounce on the falling cabin, as if they were clinging to the elevator. spider.

However, the materials used by the dark elves were a bit too good. All the constructs could do was to leave small holes in the black cabin, and the constructs blocking the cabin were twisted and shattered.But even though they couldn't cause much damage to the machinery, when the dark elf soldiers walked out of the cabin, the blade-like limbs still came into play.

They waved their long, thin blades at the hatch, slicing the dark elf soldiers who appeared recklessly into thin slices.The constructs faithfully fulfilled Salomon's instructions, and they did not give the dark elves a chance to come out.

But Salomon knew that the construct could not hold back the dark elves for too long.

"You..." Fear came to Skye's heart.She did not experience the Battle of New York personally, but learned about those situations from the Internet.But when the alien battleship really appeared in front of her eyes, that fear burst out from the depths of human genes. "What are you going to do?" She looked at Salomon's neck being covered with bright silver armor, and suddenly felt that the guy in front of her was arrogant for a reason, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"I have encountered more terrifying enemies than this, miss." When the armor formed a ferocious jaw, the mystic cast a glance at the panicked hacker. "Don't worry." He comforted him, changing his previous attitude. "The dark elves themselves are not powerful. The trouble is another thing."

"what?"

Salomon, whose head was completely covered in armor, did not answer, and Skye was unable to observe the mystic's expression from the dark eye slits.She saw that the armor's transformation didn't end there, and she saw it more clearly as Salomon walked toward the cargo bay with his back to her.

Skye saw the bright silver shoulder armor on both sides raised high, forming two huge polygonal structures together with the back armor.After completing the transformation, Salomon reached out and hugged the android assistant wearing a black skirt.The joyful expression on the android gave Skye a premonition, and she dodged in time, but the hot wind hitting her face made her turn somersault.

Before she closed her eyes due to the strong wind, she saw the flames spurting out of the polygonal structure, and the unparalleled power took Salomon and the artificial man to fly down from the cargo hold of the plane.

"Asshole!" Skye lay on the cargo floor, stretched out a hand and protested fiercely that no one could hear.