"Cursed Warrior!!"
Thor, who already knew about the Dark Elves, immediately cried out in alarm.
According to the legends circulating in the Heavenly Palace, the Cursed Warrior of the Dark Elves possessed the power to destroy the heavens and earth.
Even if a hundred of Asgard's top warriors attacked together, they wouldn't be able to defeat him.
However, all of this was merely legend.
The war between the Heavenly Palace and the Dark Elves could be traced back thousands of years, before Thor himself was born, so at this moment, he wasn't overly afraid, but a faint sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
However, Thor was vigilant, but Tony was not.
Feeling that being blasted away earlier had made him lose face, Tony got back up.
Propulsion flames shot out from both his hands and feet, and he charged again towards the Cursed Warrior in front of him.
"Hey, you dark-skinned beast..."
Before Tony could finish his taunt, the Cursed Warrior, who had been standing still, simply raised his hand and casually threw a punch.
"Clang—"
A tremendous crash.
Tony, who was charging forward, flew back even faster than he had come.
Following that was a series of booming impacts.
Tony, almost dazed by that punch, crashed through several walls before finally coming to a stop in a building ruin.
Only...
"Dr. Stark? Are you here to save us?"
Jane and Dr. Erik, who had just been settled in this hidden ruin by Gwen not long ago.
Looking at Tony, who had suddenly broken through the wall and was lying in front of them, their eyes were filled with confusion and surprise.
How did Dr. Stark find them?
Should 'falling from the sky' be from this angle?
Why does he look so disheveled lying on the ground?
As Jane and Dr. Erik were lost in their thoughts, Gwen, who had gone out to rescue the ordinary citizens, also noticed the commotion here and quickly rushed back.
However, she had initially thought that the aliens had broken in here, which was why she had hastily abandoned the enemy and rushed back.
Now, seeing Tony lying on the ground, she was also stunned for a moment.
"Dr. Stark?"
Tony, still in a dazed state, heard all sorts of warning sounds from his armor system.
He vaguely heard Gwen's urgent calls, and with effort, opened his blurry eyes, but found only Gwen in front of him.
"Where's that brat Luca?"
Listening to Tony's weak question, Gwen didn't know how to answer for a moment.
In fact, Gwen also didn't have time to answer Tony's question at this moment.
When she went out to help the fleeing ordinary citizens earlier, she had already attracted the attention of the Dark Elves in the ground forces.
Now, to rush back in time to rescue Jane and Dr. Erik, who were 'in danger', she made no attempt to conceal her movements.
A large group of Dark Elves warriors, armed with energy blasters, were now rapidly converging on their position.
Seeing that there was no escape route behind them, and not knowing when Tony on the ground would recover.
Gwen immediately pulled on her hood and mask, covering her desperate and resolute face, and rushed out without hesitation.
Leaving aside Tony, who was temporarily incapacitated, and Gwen, who was forced into a desperate fight.
On the other side, Thor was also in crisis.
When Thor saw Tony being punched away by the Cursed Warrior, he naturally wouldn't remain indifferent.
However, he was still gripping Malekith's neck at that moment, and immediately fell into a brief hesitation.
But it was precisely during this momentary hesitation that Malekith gained a respite.
He immediately roared at his loyal warrior.
"Arlgorim! Kill him!"
Malekith's roar made both Thor and the Cursed Warrior react simultaneously.
Thor raised Mjolnir in his hand, preparing to eliminate the leader of the Dark Elves first, no matter what.
But the Cursed Warrior was a step faster than him, his figure instantly charged out, shattering the ground beneath his feet.
Before Thor could even raise his hammer to its highest point, the Cursed Warrior had already rushed in front of him.
A punch, carrying a terrifying gust of wind, heavily struck Thor's shoulder.
At that moment, Thor felt as if he had been hit not by a fist, but by a giant mountain weighing ten thousand tons.
He was sent flying directly, like a cannonball, without any power to resist, crashing a wide path of ruins through the chaotic street.
"Arlgorim, I'll leave this to you!"
Seeing that his Cursed Warrior had easily suppressed his opponent, Malekith decisively turned and walked into his spaceship.
Meanwhile, Thor was sent flying hundreds of meters, crashing through countless buildings.
He finally came to a stop when he hit a car parked on the roadside.
In his ears was the subsequent humming sound of the scrapped car beneath him.
A white-haired old man, still holding car keys, was staring blankly at his new car, which he had only recently bought.
"Hey! Kid! My car!"
Ignoring the old man's complaints, Thor got up and ran.
He saw that the Cursed Warrior in the distance had already taken large strides and was charging towards him again.
Watching the enemy approaching him faster and faster.
Thor slightly exerted force on his arm, and Mjolnir immediately began to spin at high speed.
Then he suddenly threw his hammer forward.
This attack, imbued with the force of thunder, shot directly towards the Cursed Warrior's face.
However...
With a loud clang like a heavenly bell,
Thor's ever-victorious divine hammer was directly swatted away by the Cursed Warrior with a single arm, instantly knocked flying.
Looking at mjolnir flying away beyond his control, even Thor, who had previously believed he had a chance of winning, now felt a faint sense of despair enveloping him.
During Thor's momentary distraction, the Cursed Warrior's charging speed had already reached its limit.
He directly transformed into a black afterimage, heavily crashing into Thor.
"Roar—!"
Amidst a roar, the Cursed Warrior, along with Thor and the scrapped car beneath him, charged forward.
The strong airflow created by the rapid charge directly blew off the hat of the old man who was still holding his car keys nearby.
The white-haired old man looked at his beret flying far away, then looked at the now useless car keys in his hand, and sighed helplessly.
"Ah, these heroes nowadays, they need to concentrate during battle!"
Saying that, the old man directly threw the car keys aside, took another key from a large bunch of car keys on his waist, and pressed the switch.
With a 'beep-beep' sound, he directly got into his other Lamborghini, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the battlefield.