On the Foundation’s Containment Measures in American Comics

"Boom!"

The entire battleship trembled.

Malekith, who was about to leave just now, was also startled.

Turning around, I found a pale "person" lying on the window of the control room.

The limbs are long and the body is thin, probably due to malnutrition.

His pale skin had a hint of hazy gray, his mouth was completely pressed against the window, and his whole body was flat, as if he had been photographed onto a battleship by a huge force.

Malekith looked at it carefully and said with some confusion: "The image I saw just now must be this person!"

The driver next to him nodded in agreement: "Yes, and it seems that he is here to kill someone."

"This should be dead!"

"Are those tears on his face?" A dark elf said with some sympathy: "How pitiful!"

"Look at his hand!"

Everyone looked and saw that the white figure's wrist kept turning and slowly returned to its original state.

He grabbed his head with both hands and violently moved it to correct it. All the dark elves felt a shiver and seemed to hear a "clicking" sound.

SCP096's head has also returned to its neck, and there are still many scars on the body, which are slowly repaired, but SCP096 does not care, and does not even show any expression of pain.

Although he still had a skinny appearance, his eyes were staring at the dark elf in the battleship with sharp eyes at this time, and he made a whining sound from his mouth, looking extremely sad. Sound cannot be transmitted in space, please forgive me for the fantasy novel.

Malekith murmured: "Is this a Midgard person? It doesn't look like it! Are all Midgard people so fierce?"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound was transmitted from the window to the interior of the battleship, and SCP096 was seen frantically knocking on the window of the control room with both hands.

The huge power brought by each swing will shake the entire battleship.

"Fortunately our battleship is not made of ordinary metal, otherwise he might actually get in."

"Yes! It seems that this thing is no ordinary Midgardian, but he has some power!"

"It's useless, you'll die if you come in, but maybe we should study how he got here!"

Looking at the whispers of the clan members, they tried to use the grand history to cover up the horror of this scene. Malekith snorted, interrupted everyone's speech, and said coldly: "You are afraid of a small Midgardian, so how can you recreate the great dark history! We are dark elves, we are the universe. The strongest race, we once controlled the world, and now we can immediately regain our great glory again, I... Malekith will lead you to the top of the universe!"

Under this passionate speech, the dark elves who were a little breathless all looked at Malekith with enthusiasm, and couldn't help but praise in their hearts: This is our king!

Seeing that the tribe had returned to its previous state, Malekith nodded with satisfaction.

But I sighed secretly in my heart. The previous war in Asgard caused heavy casualties to the Dark Elves. Nine out of every ten survived, and the people's hearts were lost. This is the last vote. As long as they get the ether particles, they will do whatever they want, but Now there are some uses that absolutely cannot back down in terms of momentum.

"People's hearts are scattered, it's not easy to lead the team!"

Malekith glanced at the "naked man" who was still tapping on the window and couldn't help but sneered: "It's ridiculous! Idiot! He actually intends to break in."

"Clan leader, what should we do with this person?"

Malekith said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, he will be crushed to a pulp in an instant when the battleship accelerates!"

"Oh!" The dark elf nodded.

"Crack!"

A group of dark elves looked at the window in horror.

Malekith suddenly felt a strong wind coming and subconsciously ducked to avoid it.

In an instant, I saw a flash of cold light, and a metal fragment instantly penetrated the throat of the dark elf. It continued to fly forward without losing strength and did not stop until it was submerged in the body of another dark elf.

Malekith looked at SCP096 with a solemn expression, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What a powerful force.

But SCP096 didn't think so much. He crossed the broken window and ducked into the crowd.

His broad hands grabbed a dark elf and tore him up and down, causing blood to spatter in an instant.

The armor on the dark elf didn't play any role in blocking it, and it couldn't even hold on for a second.

"Kill him!" Malekith ordered.

Seeing a dark elf being killed so cruelly, an unknown fire burst out from the hearts of all the dark elves in the battleship.

How could you be so arrogant when you rushed to our base alone, while so many people were chopped into pieces with one knife?

At this time, the Dark Elf has the support of the leader and all Dark Elf members, and has no fear.

Drawing out the long knife and charging towards SCP096. Energy gun energy is gone!

SCP096 looked even sadder when he saw so many people. He let out pitiful cries, but he was not slow to strike.

He charged straight towards the dark elf army.

Each wave of an arm takes away a piece of Dark Elf life.

As time goes by, a large number of dark elves' corpses have piled up at the feet of SCP096. Each one was interrupted by a huge force, and the death was miserable.

Malekith looked at SCP096 dumbfounded and couldn't help but cursed: "What kind of monster is this! Killing people and crying at the same time?"

At this time, SCP096 was already covered in the blood of the dark elves. Gradually, the dark elves were a little frightened when they saw SCP096 killing everyone. They did not dare to step forward and even started to run away.

Suddenly a figure jumped into the air.

Holding a heavy ax, he slashed at SCP096's waist.

SCP096 noticed this attack keenly and his body deflected slightly.

"Boom!" SCP096 flew backwards instantly.

Most of the flesh and blood on the waist and chest disappeared, and the spine and bones in the body were clearly visible.

Seeing SCP096 fall to the ground, the fear that filled the hearts of all the dark elves was instantly dispelled, replaced by a burst of enthusiasm.

The group shouted: "Warriors of the Curse!"

"Curse the warrior!"

"Curse the warrior!"

Even Malekith nodded with satisfaction.

Suddenly a cracking sound rang out.

The Cursed Warrior sensed something was wrong, and the giant ax immediately returned to defense.

"clang!"

A huge force rushed towards the giant axe, and the cursed warrior suddenly lost his grip. The giant ax hit the cursed warrior's chest without losing its power. His throat suddenly became sweet and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The cheers in the battleship stopped abruptly when the figure attacking the cursed warrior was clearly seen.

I saw a man with half of his body broken standing in the cursed warrior's original position.

The blood of dark elves was constantly dripping from his body.

The shadow of death gathers in the heart of every dark elf.

The cursed warrior looked at SCP096 in shock. Even if he was dead from such an injury, he could still stand up and hit such a powerful blow.

"What monster is this?"

Facing another attack from SCP096, the cursed warrior gritted his teeth and raised his giant ax high to strike down with all his strength.

"On the Foundation's Containment Measures in American Comics"