Marvel turns into Iron Man

The dark elves are not only proficient in technological creations, but also a race that is well versed in magic.

As the king of the dark elves, apart from his research on ether particles, Malekith is also a fighter and mage proficient in combat.

Although the spells used by Malekith were quite different from those used by the Supreme Sorcerer, they still fought hard.

The power possessed by the avatar of the supreme mage can be said to be a drop in the bucket compared to the main body.

However, even a clone has an inherent advantage, that is, it can directly draw power from the dark dimension.

Relying on the special incarnation of the particle state, although Malekith managed to escape many attacks from the supreme mage.

However, he was still pressed by the experienced mage step by step, and unknowingly, he stepped into the trap left by the mage.

In the end, one arm was easily cut off by the magic folding fan of the supreme mage, and was tightly bound by the chains of the dark power.

"Damn it, you despicable woman—have the ability to fight me upright!"

Even though he was trapped in place by the chains turned into by the dark power, Malekith still clamored unabated.

But the supreme mage didn't even have any interest in talking to him, just looked at the dark elf king in front of him coldly.

It's really interesting that the species left over from the ancient times hundreds of millions of years ago have fallen into such an unbearable situation at this moment.

It is estimated that... in the Dark Ages, the reason why Malekith gained a bad reputation is also related to his possession of ether particles.

This also explains why he was so easily restrained by the Supreme Mage after he lost the ether particle.

No wonder he resented Natasha Stark who "robbed" the ether particles.

The mirror dimension is a secret technique unique to Master Karma Taj, and not everyone can keep it here.

Similarly, only the mages of Karma Taj can move freely here and maintain their own strength.

The Sorcerer Supreme did not know whether the dark elves drew their strength from nature to fight.

Losing the ether particles, his combat power was greatly reduced, and he was dragged into the space of the mirror dimension.

If this is the case, then Malekith's downfall is basically inevitable—

The mage stood in the center of the mirror dimension, on the floor where the building was pieced together, and looked coldly at the dark elf king in front of him.

Malekith couldn't move at all, he could only struggle and yell like a salted fish waiting to be slaughtered.

"Personal strength is still very important, the most important thing is not to rely too much on external things."

The clone of the Supreme Mage sighed slowly, waved his hand lightly, and then ended Malekith's life.

So far - the invasion of the dark elves, a legacy race, ended in such a farce-like result.

Looking at Malekith who suddenly appeared in the palace hall and knelt down on the ground, but was missing a head and was bound tightly.

Even Sol couldn't help swallowing, and even Frigga secretly sweated, but Odin was the only one who sat high on the Diaoyutai.

Asgardian civilization is a civilization with a long history, and the continuation of the race has even forgotten time and years.

Whether it's throwing numerous enemies to the end of the universe, or beheading Malekith with a wave of his hand.

The existence of Miss Stark and the Supreme Mage from Midgard made the people of Asgard feel afraid.

That feeling is not the familiarity that comes from fighting side by side, but something more downright...fear.

No matter which one of them is, it is definitely not an existence that Asgard can afford.

Only that old man, from the beginning of the battle to the present, is still sitting firmly on the golden throne of the palace.

Odin's only remaining eye carefully looked at Miss Stark, and at the same time looked at the Supreme Mage.

His eyes were full of thought, but he was silent, and he didn't say a word.

In Asgard's Asgard, there was an eerie calm, no one took the initiative to speak, and there was a long silence.

"That... the battle is won, shall we... hold a banquet to celebrate...?"

In the end, it was Sol, that simple bastard who spoke first, breaking the long-lasting peace in the palace.

However, even he sensed the unusual atmosphere, and his words naturally contained uncertainty.

It was also his words that completely awakened his mother, the middle-aged woman with a long sword, Fu Lijia, the Queen of Heaven.

As Odin's wife, as the queen of Asgard, she should have considered the interests of Asgard.

She was afraid of the power displayed by Miss Stark and the Supreme Mage, so she didn't know what to do for a while.

It wasn't until Sol's words reminded her that the best way to do it was not only to be afraid, but also to make friends.

Only building a good relationship with the two strong men from Midgard is the best choice for Asgard's interests.

"Sol is right—since we have successfully defeated the incoming enemy, we must celebrate with a big banquet."

"Two distinguished guests, you are the ones who helped Asgard protect Asgard from the enemy, please be sure to honor your face and join the banquet."

Fu Lijia's words were very to the point, her posture was very low, and her tone was full of gratitude.

Miss Stark turned around and looked at the Supreme Mage behind her as if asking for advice.

But all she saw was the kind smile on the mage's face, as if she was saying to let Miss Stark decide for herself.

Miss Stark looked at the expression on the mage's face, and seemed to understand something, with a smile on her face.

"Sorry, I'm afraid we won't be able to attend this victory party—"

Immediately afterwards, she turned around slowly, watching Fulijia, the queen who had invited her, speak slowly.

Perhaps Asgard did have friendship with the two powerhouses, or even flattery, but she didn't intend to stay.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Stark set her sights on Saul again, and looked him up and down.

Sol is no different from him in another world, wearing armor and holding a warhammer, posing as a muscular savage.

"I believe that we will meet again, but it's not at this time yet."

Her last sentence was addressed to Sol, but Sol just stared at her blankly, a little speechless.

Miss Stark smiled lightly at his embarrassment, but waved her hand, opening a gap in space.

The two ends of the rift are connected to Asgard's Asgard and the downtown area of ​​London on Earth.

As far as Ms. Stark is concerned, she is not yet ready to contact the gods of Asgard at this stage.

The reason is very simple, because she knows very well that because of her intervention, the story that would have happened in the future has been changed.

This kind of behavior of intervening to change the future will definitely make your future chaotic and unknown.

The strongest help I can rely on is not the Infinity Stones, but my control over future possibilities.

Only by holding the future in her own hands can Miss Stark be sure whether her choice will be correct.

However, at this time, she has already taken away the two infinite gems of space and reality, and future changes have become inevitable.

In desperation, she can only choose to take one step at a time, see what happens, and see what changes will happen in the future.

This is the end of the trip to Asgard - after solving the problem of the dark elves, the reality gem will completely fall into her hands.

Miss Stark didn't stay to attend the Asgardian victory banquet, and she didn't know what the Asgardians thought.

She simply opened a space rift leading to London from Asgard's Asgard, and brought herself and the mage back to Earth.

After the two returned to London, the avatar of the mage disappeared on the streets of London without saying anything.

Miss Stark reckoned that the mage should have gone to the Holy of Holies in London, and it seems that there are two Holy of Holies located in Hong Kong and New York respectively.

But she herself, after a short rest in London, returned to New York with the team of therapists she brought.

In fact, it wasn't that she didn't want to stay in London for a vacation, but that she had received an interesting report from Jarvis.

Osborne - Chairman of Osborne Industries, Norman Osborne, has no time to waste.

Since Miss Stark talked to Mr. Norman Osborn for the first time, and talked about a business collapse.

Miss Stark has ordered Jarvis to help spread some unsubstantiated gossip in the society.

Soon, news came out from nowhere that the chairman of the Osborne Industrial Group, Norman Os himself, was seriously ill and died soon.

This kind of speculative and unconfirmed news has not been clarified by Norman Osborn for a long time.

The main thing wasn't that Norman didn't want to clarify the news—it was that his condition had suddenly deteriorated for no apparent reason.

When the rumors came out, he had already been admitted to the intensive care unit of a hospital in New York City, so there was no way to clarify.

But he didn't come forward to clarify, the gossip naturally intensified, and gradually began to form a violent storm, sweeping the entire Osborne Industrial Group.

Most of the few people who knew that Norman had been sent to the hospital were at the top of the Osborne Industrial Group, and some were even shareholders of the group's board of directors.

Therefore, naturally, it is easy to think of those rumors and rumors, and thus think of the topic of Osborne's death.

This made them panic, and such a result would naturally be fatal to a conglomerate. A storm of public opinion descended instantly, and the stock price of Osborne Industries plummeted.

Of course, this matter will inevitably have something to do with Miss Stark - but it's just a normal business method, so don't worry about it.

The shopping mall is no worse than the battlefield, and compared to the previous powerful Osborn, Miss Stark wants an Osborn whose spine is broken and who obeys her orders.

In the end, as the stockholders smelled the risk and began to sell the stocks they held in Osborne Industrial Group, for a period of time, every second, the danger of Osborne Group was increasing exponentially, and there were more and more signs All have shown that Osborne Industries is going downhill.

Under such circumstances, Osborn on the hospital bed had to drag his sick body to work while pretending to be fine.

But in fact... he has been troubled by his own family disease, he is dying, and he is always in danger of getting sick at any time.

Even Mr. Norman Osborn himself tried his best to declare that he was fine, and took the initiative to help the board of directors, suppressing the instability of the people within the group.

However, this calm was only maintained until one thing happened——

On the night of the incident, Norman Osborn collapsed in the office of the president of the Osborne Industrial Group headquarters, and was then sent to the emergency center for emergency treatment.

As soon as this incident happened, almost all the shareholders who were under pressure and followed Osborne Industrial Group were in an uproar. In order to stop losses in time, they began to withdraw their capital one after another.

Even the U.S. military has also stopped drug orders worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and everyone is waiting for news from Norman Osborn.

If he walks out of the hospital alive, then the Osborne Industrial Group will have survived this hurdle, and his physical condition is related to the survival of the Hundred Billion Group.

However, the hope was slim. Three days passed quickly, and almost everyone's hearts fell silent.

In such a crisis-ridden state of Osborn Enterprises, several people in black suits broke into a laboratory at the headquarters of Osborne Industrial Group.

It belonged to Dr. Curtis Connors' human enhancement drug laboratory, and at the same time, a drug with a bright green luster was also taken away.

Soon, a commercial bus drove towards upper Manhattan at a fast speed, but finally stopped in the garage of Osborne's family.

When the bodyguard entered Norman's bedroom with the medicine, he saw Norman Osborn who was paralyzed in bed and intubated all over.

The family hereditary disease was more terrifying than Norman Osborn expected. He could no longer leave this bed, and his only chance was the medicine he got from Dr. Connors.

"Boss... We have brought back the stuff, and the doctor said that the drug has not been clinically tested, and its side effects cannot be determined."

Looking at Norman Osborn, who was pale on the bed, with withered hair and looked like a dying man, the bodyguard couldn't help showing a trace of regret.

"That's enough, stop talking nonsense, give it to me—"

Seeing the potion brought back by the bodyguard, Norman, who was lying on the hospital bed, opened his eyes, but he seemed to have changed back to the man who used to be a surprise in the shopping mall.

He forcefully snatched the medicine from the bodyguard's hands, put it into the syringe that had been prepared on the bedside, and stabbed it into his aorta fiercely.

"The theory is that it does have a chance to treat your genetic disease, but I really can't guarantee how effective it will be."

Norman Osborn still remembered what Dr. Conners said, this is a drug that has not yet undergone clinical trials, and there is no way to guarantee its effect.

But Norman has no time to procrastinate any longer—his body has reached the end of his strength, and if he procrastinates any further, there may only be one word of death.

Of course, it's not that he didn't think about Miss Stark who had communicated with him...

Although it is doubtful whether the heir of a military industrial enterprise has the ability to manufacture medicines that are sufficient to cure any disease.

But Norman still called Miss Stark for consultation, but in the end, no one was found.

After all, even if Norman was killed, he probably wouldn't have thought that Miss Stark wasn't on Earth at all when he tried to contact Miss Stark.

The serum exuding a bright green luster was injected into his body with the syringe, and Norman Osborn felt an extreme pain on the hospital bed.

He knew that his illness was coming to an end, and that without a strong dose of medicine, it would not be effective at all, so he chose to inject directly into the aorta.

The pain caused by the drug reform went deep into the bone marrow, his expression became very ferocious, his whole body was covered with blue veins, and exuded extremely high heat.

The pain came and went quickly, and when Norman almost fainted from the pain, the pain suddenly disappeared.

Lying on his own bed, he pulled out the tubes on his body one by one, feeling the rejuvenated body.

But this time, Norman's heart sank gradually with the strength released from his body.

Ao's Enterprise is now half-dead, and he is very clear about the reason, so he naturally hates those bastards who withdraw their capital.

He began to fantasize about making those vacillating traitors pay the price they deserved, and this idea was like a cancer cell constantly replicating and spreading deep in his heart.