"Huh? You're actually still alive!"
Kara looked with some surprise at the cursed warrior who had been trampled under her feet and most of his body had turned into rotten flesh. A very surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.
Because even a thick-skinned Kryptonian would never be able to maintain vital signs after suffering such huge injuries.
In particular, a large amount of energy as hot and red as magma emerged from the inside, which was actually continuously repairing the body and returning it to its original state.
Not only that, this guy also grabbed the Kryptonian girl's ankles and calves with his backhand and tried his best to move her away.
The huge force that burst out in that instant succeeded in making the latter take half a step back.
Of course, this was mainly because Kara did not want to be caught by the opponent, so she did not continue to exert more powerful force, but actively chose to retreat.
For her, a battle of this level was just a warm-up at best, and it was far from serious.
What's more, she felt that since the big guy in front of her had such a weird regenerative ability, Zuo Si would definitely be interested, so she gave up the idea of ​​completely destroying it.
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
As the huge force pressing on him disappeared, the cursed warrior quickly got up from the ground. His almost completely broken spine and ribs also recovered within a few seconds, and the bloody chest and abdominal cavity followed suit.
It grew back.
There is no doubt that this is the terrifying ability given by the reality gem-the ether particle.
As long as the host's vitality is not exhausted, he can recover from fatal blows again and again.
And for such powerful biological weapons, the Dark Elves had an entire army during their heyday.
Judging from the performance of Asgard's domain during this foreign invasion, it is difficult to imagine that they had defeated the opponent with an overwhelming advantage thousands of years ago.
At least in Kara's eyes, Asgard today is like an old man who is bright on the surface but has long been rotten on the inside, basically relying on the great reputation that Odin built during his campaigns.
Especially the proud army and soldiers, most of whom lack combat experience due to a long period of peace.
Although their recent performance in putting down the Nine Realms Rebellion was passable, it was only passable. Once they encountered a truly powerful enemy, their flaws would be immediately exposed.
This can be seen from the astonishing battle loss ratio after the Dark Elf invasion. On average, five to six Asgardian soldiers can barely replace one Dark Elf.
When there are no strong players such as Odin and Thor on the battlefield, this battle loss ratio will become even more exaggerated, and even be harvested in large areas by the cooperation of black hole grenades and energy weapons.
Although the data on paper show that Asgardian soldiers have very obvious advantages in terms of weapons, equipment, physical fitness and anti-strike capabilities, their performance in actual combat is worse every time.
"Roar!!!!!!!"
After the cursed warrior fully recovered, he immediately roared in anger and even madness at the enemy in front of him.
Possibly due to the severe damage to his brain during the transformation process, he does not seem to have high intelligence, and has even completely lost most of his language skills, leaving only an unforgettable hatred for his enemies.
The Kryptonian girl in front of him undoubtedly made him feel an unprecedented threat, so he began to burn his life force at an accelerated rate to obtain more powerful power.
"I hate fighting with mindless beasts..."
Kara complained in a low voice, then raised her fist and rushed forward to knock the opponent away hard, creating a ravine hundreds of meters long along the streets of Asgard.
All the houses and monuments along the way were smashed into pieces. If an unlucky person happened to block the flight path of the cursed warrior, he would be shattered to pieces like a tattered rag doll and die on the spot in an instant.
This is because the physical fitness of the Asgardians is strong enough, otherwise ordinary earthlings would have turned into blood mist.
After all, with the explosive power produced by Kara's current punch, he can basically make the target hit twenty or thirty times faster than the sound barrier in an instant. The consequences of being hit by an object at this speed can be imagined.
And after one punch, her eyes instantly shot out two incredibly powerful red heat visions, causing horrific burns to the Cursed Warrior in just a few seconds.
When the opponent begins to slow down under the huge friction force, she will rush out with a bang and continue to pursue, without giving the enemy even the slightest chance to fight back.
The poor cursed warrior was like a human-shaped sandbag in front of the Kryptonian girl, being pressed to the ground and repeatedly blasted with hammers.
During the battle between the two, large areas of surrounding buildings collapsed one after another like shoddy construction, forming large areas of ruins and rubble.
The once picturesque city also has ugly scars and impact craters.
From this point, it is not difficult to see how miserable the lives of ordinary people are in an era when superheroes and villains are active.
I was just eating hot pot and singing songs at home when something suddenly fell from the sky and knocked down my house. Even worse, I could see the mutilated corpses of my relatives and friends around me with my own eyes.
Right now, the civilians of Asgard are experiencing this feeling of fear firsthand.
Because Kara's destructive power is so amazing, and she can fly at a speed that is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, no one knows whether the place where she is will become a battlefield in the next second.
What's more, the fleet of dark elves above them is still launching indiscriminate bombings.
If the previous invasion of the Frost Giants could be interpreted as a fraternal rivalry between Loki and Thor, then today's large-scale invasion of the Dark Elves has completely torn off the last fig leaf of Asgard's power.
The false peace that Odin managed to maintain was completely shattered by explosions and deaths.
However, Kara did not realize that while she was concentrating on dealing with the cursed warriors, Malekith, the real master of the dark elf race, used this gap to jump directly from a fighter plane, scratching Queen Fuli with just one blow.
Lidga's arm and snatched Jane Foster from the opponent's hand.
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Jane Foster did not realize the seriousness of the problem and desperately tried to break free.
But she apparently forgot that not everyone would pamper her like Thor.
Malekith slapped the stupid woman with his backhand. The huge force not only made half of his face instantly swollen, but also severely deformed and shattered his cheekbones and chin.
This was comparable to the "Great Memory Restoration Technique". In an instant, Jane Foster regained consciousness, stopped all movements, curled up, trembled, cried, and understood her current situation better.
"Back off, monster, or I'll have to chop off your head."
Frigga tore off a piece of her skirt and wrapped it around the open wound on her arm, then raised the dagger in her hand and began to slowly move forward.
"Cut off my head? Do you think you can do something that your previous generation of kings couldn't do thousands of years ago?"
Malekith pursed his lips and revealed a mocking smile, while shaking off the blood on his scimitar.
"Are you the king of the dark elves who abandoned his people and fled?"
Frigga had obviously confirmed the identity of the enemy in front of her through the conversation just now.
Malekith pursed his lips and sneered in response: "No, that is not abandonment, but a sacrifice that must be made in order to achieve revenge and the great rejuvenation of the entire race. And I came here this time just to take back what originally belonged to me.
thing."
As the last word blurted out, the guy suddenly grabbed Jane Foster's hair and lifted it up.
"You have stolen something very important to us, child. It is time to return it to its rightful owner."
As an earthly astrophysicist who considers herself to be an ordinary person, Jane Foster could not believe in her dreams that she was actually involved in such a thing. Her eyes revealed weakness, helplessness and deep despair.
If she had known this earlier, she would have preferred to accept the solution proposed by Zuo Si. At least it could be seen from the latter's tone and attitude that her life safety was still guaranteed.
But from the dark elf's emotionless black eyes, she only felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"No! Don't even think about it!"
Realizing what Malekith wanted to do, Frigga immediately rushed forward and launched an attack, ignoring her injured and still bleeding arm.
After all, she promised her son that she would protect Jane Foster.
If this woman died here, God knows how heartbroken Thor would be, and what kind of crazy revenge he would take regardless of his own safety.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
With the crisp sound of the swords clashing and the flying sparks, Malekith easily blocked all the attacks.
The reason is also very simple. He has a big living person as a hostage. As long as he pushes Jane Foster forward, Frigga will naturally choose to avoid it.
The other female warriors wanted to step forward to help, but were stopped by Sif.
At this time, there is no advantage at all in having more people, and it may even be a hindrance.
"What exactly do you want?"
After trying several methods, including illusions, but none worked, Frigga finally stopped attacking and began to negotiate to resolve the hostage problem.
"I just want to get back what belongs to me. Don't worry, this woman will not die because of this, at least not immediately. But if you continue to stop me, it will be hard to say." Malekith said with a blank expression.
He said with a threatening expression.
"Okay! I won't disturb you, but you must ensure that she is alive after taking out the ether particles."
Frigga put away her sword and began to retreat slowly to avoid irritating the ruthless king of dark elves.
After all, the other party sacrificed its own troops and people without hesitation in the war thousands of years ago. If you were really anxious, you would not feel even the slightest psychological burden if you killed a stranger.
"Humph! Very good, that's it."
To be continued...