"Dr. Foster, it's time to wake up."

Jane Foster tried hard to open her heavy eyelids and her consciousness slowly woke up. She felt as if her soul had been wandering outside the sky for a hundred years, her whole body was drowsy, and her head was like a mess of mud.

The first thing that caught my eye after regaining consciousness was the light blue V-shaped eyepiece and a dark helmet. The cold iron armor showed a bone-like icy gaze. She sat on the ground and subconsciously shrank back and screamed nervously.

Michael looked at her expressionlessly under his helmet, and said mechanically stiffly: "If I were you, Dr. Foster, I would have been a little closer. It's not safe here."

"Who are you? Where is this?" Jian wanted to stand up, but as soon as she got up, she sat back. Her legs and feet were weak and she couldn't lift her whole body, as if all the energy in her body had been emptied. She couldn't help but feel dizzy just by sitting up.

She sat on the ground and turned her head to look around. The heavy dust filled the space, with surprisingly poor visibility. Here she looked like a long abandoned wilderness, with rugged rocks piled up on the peaks everywhere. The sky was as gloomy as lead, and the yellow sand danced in the whirlwind, bringing a dead silence.

"'Etheric particles' are one of the most dangerous things in the universe in your body. They will continue to absorb and eat away at the host's vitality until the object dies completely." Michael said lightly, "So of course you will feel weak all over, which is normal. Considering what we may face next, you'd better save some physical strength..."

"Who are you? What did you want to do when you brought me here?" Jane asked loudly.

Michael paused for a moment.

"A man who can help you," he said. "This is Watheim, where Asgard's old enemy, the Dark Elves. They will come here to find you and extract etheric particles from your body to infect the entire universe."

The PhD in physics was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about it, it's dangerous and full of enemies. So, you'd better be careful and don't be too far away from me. Otherwise..."

He suddenly raised his palm, and the pulse light cannon spit out from his palm without warning, and exploded a dark elf who was observing secretly from the cracks in the giant rock. Jane screamed in fright, and subconsciously hugged her head.

"... Otherwise, you might end up worse than this guy." He finished this sentence.

The flying yellow sand seemed to dissipate a little, and visibility slightly increased. Jane Foster shrank and looked around cautiously, and saw dark outlines gradually approaching through the yellow sand. They were wearing simple armor, holding various cold weapons in their hands, and wearing stereotyped white masks, gradually surrounding them.

Some of them were holding pets like wolves in their hands. They had white fangs and the brutal splendor in their eyes seemed to have not eaten for several days. They were wrapped in sticky liquid around their teeth, and a heavy and vague roar in their throats.

Jane screamed again in fear, and hurriedly turned around and retracted to Michael. It was obvious that compared with these "native people" holding hungry wolves and holding weapons, this guy wearing high-tech armor looked more reliable - at least his image looked like a superhero.

Michael spread his hands open, his left palm spit out a light gold magic array, and his right hand's palm pulse cannon flashed with an arc.

"So," he swept over the dark elves surrounding him in a calm state, "Who wants to be the next one?"

***

Dr. Eric Selvig fixed his high-tech phase instruments and connected the instruments with the scepter standing in the center with thick pipes. The scepter emitted an unprecedented dazzling blue light, and the endless energy of the scepter was continuously extracted and flowed into the phase instrument along the pipeline system. Invisible fluctuations were radiated from the middle of this formation, continuously and violently impacting the shaking barrier between dimensions.

The hemispherical spell barrier separates the instrument from the scepter. Dr. Selvig operated on the workbench he temporarily built for a while, raised his head and said, "It's basically completed. There are three minutes left to that time. By then, just press the switch and this device can complete the remaining tasks."

Amora chuckled in charm and nodded with satisfaction. The spiritual stone in the scepter further enhanced her ability to influence her mentally. The poor doctor of astrophysics has completely fallen into the control of the raw stone, as if his entire personality has been replaced, and he willingly does things for Amora.

At this time, they were hiding in an ancient and dilapidated castle, with the exterior walls of the castle being broken in the east and west. The dim light hit the dirty floor, and the walls kept pouring in the cold wind, constantly whisking the ceiling in the corner.

The executioner in charge of looking at the wind jumped from a high place. He gestured to Amora.

"Come again?" Amora frowned in displeasure. But then she snorted heavily, "Okay. This time, we will solve this group of troubles once and for all."

......

Kerry's aircraft hovered about three meters above the ground, and Wanda led the super agents to jump down to the huge rock one after another.

Wanda used her superpower to remotely activate the soul stone in the scepter and fired a signal to the satellite. They followed the satellite logo all the way to come here. After a few steps, the dark red ancient castle came into view.

"Bingo." Daisy raised the folding handheld computer for navigation in her hand and chuckled, "Did you see it? I said this trick will work."

"The smell of that witch," Venom narrowed her white eyes, "She's here."

Amora stood on a huge rock on the edge of the cliff above the heads of several people, looking down from a high point. The executioner followed behind with two muskets, with the barrel hanging down, and quietly waiting for her to give orders.

Amora's eyes met Wanda and snorted softly.

"You guys are really going to die."

"You can't imagine it." Wanda responded, "I've seen you often in my dreams lately."

Amora's eyes swept through their formation.

"It seems that your powerful leader is not here. This is really unfortunate..." Her eyes almost narrowed into slits, "...for you."

"It's not the case from my point of view. It's a simple arithmetic problem, witch. We have seven, and you only have two." Wanda tit-for-tat, "General, you're done."

"Oh? Is it?"

The witch giggled. She raised her white arms and made a gesture. A head of hideous creatures seemed to suddenly appear all over the mountains, flying and crawling, with sharp teeth and sharp claws, like an army, surrounding them.
Chapter completed!