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Chapter 503
chapter 0229 part 2
"Hey, mate, what's the situation! Was he injected with stimulant?"
Human Torch, his body burning with flames, awkwardly dodging the blades conjured by the dark mist.
Unlike Tony Stark, he wasn't protected by vibranium armor.
He could only rely on speed to dodge the attacks occasionally splitting off from the dark mist.
Several times, if he hadn't flown fast enough, those pitch-black sharp swords would have turned him into a pincushion.
He shouted, asking Thor, who was swinging his hammer and summoning thunder in the distance.
"His strength has merged with this area of Svartalfheim, but it cannot last long! Bang!"
Before Thor finished speaking, Malekith smashed him away with a punch.
"A bunch of little bugs, this is Svartalfheim!"
Malekith floated in mid-air, his lower body merged with the dark mist, looking like a djinn from Western mythology. The rapidly expanding dark mist enveloped an area of tens of miles, and this dark mist was also continuously absorbing the surrounding darkness at the same time, rapidly expanding exponentially.
"Fuck! Perhaps we should just use a nuclear bomb!"
Human Torch's incredibly fast flight drew a line of fire across the dark Svartalfheim.
He looked towards Malekith, who was like an octopus spitting ink from under the sea, dodged another attack from the dark mist, and complained.
"Retreat! Everyone leave this dark area!"
On Earth, Frank, who was watching this scene through the monitoring screen, issued the retreat order to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
"It's your turn, Johnny!"
After the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, who had suffered heavy casualties, retreated, Frank looked at the motorcycle rider beside him wearing a full-face helmet.
"You better pray that your boss didn't lie to me!"
Johnny seemed to be forcing back the pain, his muffled voice coming from under the helmet. After warning Frank, he pushed off with his foot, twisted the accelerator, and rushed straight towards that space fold.
Flames rose from the rapidly moving motorcycle. The moment he rushed into the space fold, Johnny's head transformed into a burning skull.
Ghost Rider - Returns! In Svartalfheim, Malekith's eyes gleamed fiercely, his gaze full of impatience.
After discovering that normal energy attacks were not effective against him,
After Frank issued the retreat order, most human soldiers and some thin-skinned superheroes retreated back to Earth.
The few people remaining in Svartalfheim to cover the retreat were Hulk, Thor, the mutant Sabretooth, Black Panther T'Challa, and Iron Man Tony Stark. The first three were thick-skinned and tough. As for Black Panther and Iron Man, both wore vibranium armor with defense maxed out.
Malekith easily crushed these little bugs, but they repeatedly got up again and again, especially that big green guy, who was like an unkillable monster.
Damn it, if the Aether were still here, relying on its power, he could easily tear these bugs to shreds.
Malekith once again swung a fist and smashed the enraged Hulk into the ground.
The pitted ground was covered in fist prints, palm prints, and occasionally large, character-shaped depressions in the middle of the palm prints.
Malekith looked at the Hulk who got up again, and the Hammer God of Asgard waving his hammer beside him, and for the first time considered retreating. Just as Thor said, his time merging with this dark land was limited. If he couldn't detach in time, he would get lost in the darkness and merge with Svartalfheim.
Just as Malekith repelled the attacks of Thor and the others again and wanted to turn and leave, from the space fold, a Hell motorcycle burning with raging flames soared tens of meters high and rushed towards his face.
Johnny, transformed into Ghost Rider, had both hands burning with hellfire, his bone claws gripping Malekith's arm tightly. His flaming skull, the Eye of Judgment, emitted firelight about a foot long, staring intently at Malekith.
"You are guilty!"
Ghost Rider seized Malekith's arm. In shock and anger, his arm turned into dark mist, trying to break free, but the process was blocked by the "flames" as if they were alive.
That was the hellfire wrapped around Johnny's body, and also the Spirit of Vengeance.
The essence of this thing is a combination of two types of power from Heaven and Hell. While bestowing upon Johnny a nearly infinite healing factor, it also possesses some unique power.
Malekith couldn't break free from Johnny's bone claws. The mist around him turned into countless sharp blades, instantly submerging the flaming skull in front of him.
"Look into my eyes!"
Johnny, as Ghost Rider, ignored Malekith's attack. Both pupils seemed to turn into two soul vortices, staring intently at Malekith.
Malekith gave a cold laugh and closed his eyes. As a Dark Elf, living in darkness was almost instinct. Balls of dark mist spread from his body. The dark mist, like a tentacle monster, wrapped around Johnny.
Continuous muffled thunder sounded rapidly, like pouring ice water onto a red-hot iron plate.
Just as Johnny and Malekith were in a stalemate, a ball of dark mist appeared behind Johnny.
"Johnny, long time no see. Your old man misses you a lot in Hell. Tell me, where did you put the Contract of San Venganza, my knight!"
Mephisto laughed loudly, his skull staff in hand, carrying balls of dark mist, stabbing towards the back of Johnny's head.
Mephisto, this old devil, had been quietly hiding in the dark.
Quietly harvesting the souls after the battlefield slaughter. The Dark Elves', the human soldiers'.
He's not picky. Of course, if these humans were strong enough, he wouldn't mind taking Malekith's soul.
The soul of an ancient Dark Elf, it must taste delicious.
But when Johnny appeared, Mephisto couldn't help himself.
Back then, he watched helplessly as Tang Song took away his knight and the Contract of San Venganza.
Forced by the Ancient One's deterrence, he retreated.
Now Johnny reappeared, faintly carrying the aura of those fallen holy spirits.
This made Mephisto unable to bear his inner greed any longer.
Seeing the skull staff surrounded by black energy about to land on Johnny's head.
A bell tolled.
A space gate flashing with sparks appeared in Svartalfheim. Tang Song walked out of the space gate. An ancient brass bell covered Mephisto's head.
This split soul of Mephisto instantly stiffened. It was as if his entire body was stuck in a muddy swamp; time and space seemed to have stopped for him.
"Hey, mate, what's the situation! Was he injected with stimulant?"
Human Torch, his body burning with flames, awkwardly dodging the blades conjured by the dark mist.
Unlike Tony Stark, he wasn't protected by vibranium armor.
He could only rely on speed to dodge the attacks occasionally splitting off from the dark mist.
Several times, if he hadn't flown fast enough, those pitch-black sharp swords would have turned him into a pincushion.
He shouted, asking Thor, who was swinging his hammer and summoning thunder in the distance.
"His strength has merged with this area of Svartalfheim, but it cannot last long! Bang!"
Before Thor finished speaking, Malekith smashed him away with a punch.
"A bunch of little bugs, this is Svartalfheim!"
Malekith floated in mid-air, his lower body merged with the dark mist, looking like a djinn from Western mythology. The rapidly expanding dark mist enveloped an area of tens of miles, and this dark mist was also continuously absorbing the surrounding darkness at the same time, rapidly expanding exponentially.
"Fuck! Perhaps we should just use a nuclear bomb!"
Human Torch's incredibly fast flight drew a line of fire across the dark Svartalfheim.
He looked towards Malekith, who was like an octopus spitting ink from under the sea, dodged another attack from the dark mist, and complained.
"Retreat! Everyone leave this dark area!"
On Earth, Frank, who was watching this scene through the monitoring screen, issued the retreat order to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
"It's your turn, Johnny!"
After the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, who had suffered heavy casualties, retreated, Frank looked at the motorcycle rider beside him wearing a full-face helmet.
"You better pray that your boss didn't lie to me!"
Johnny seemed to be forcing back the pain, his muffled voice coming from under the helmet. After warning Frank, he pushed off with his foot, twisted the accelerator, and rushed straight towards that space fold.
Flames rose from the rapidly moving motorcycle. The moment he rushed into the space fold, Johnny's head transformed into a burning skull.
Ghost Rider - Returns! In Svartalfheim, Malekith's eyes gleamed fiercely, his gaze full of impatience.
After discovering that normal energy attacks were not effective against him,
After Frank issued the retreat order, most human soldiers and some thin-skinned superheroes retreated back to Earth.
The few people remaining in Svartalfheim to cover the retreat were Hulk, Thor, the mutant Sabretooth, Black Panther T'Challa, and Iron Man Tony Stark. The first three were thick-skinned and tough. As for Black Panther and Iron Man, both wore vibranium armor with defense maxed out.
Malekith easily crushed these little bugs, but they repeatedly got up again and again, especially that big green guy, who was like an unkillable monster.
Damn it, if the Aether were still here, relying on its power, he could easily tear these bugs to shreds.
Malekith once again swung a fist and smashed the enraged Hulk into the ground.
The pitted ground was covered in fist prints, palm prints, and occasionally large, character-shaped depressions in the middle of the palm prints.
Malekith looked at the Hulk who got up again, and the Hammer God of Asgard waving his hammer beside him, and for the first time considered retreating. Just as Thor said, his time merging with this dark land was limited. If he couldn't detach in time, he would get lost in the darkness and merge with Svartalfheim.
Just as Malekith repelled the attacks of Thor and the others again and wanted to turn and leave, from the space fold, a Hell motorcycle burning with raging flames soared tens of meters high and rushed towards his face.
Johnny, transformed into Ghost Rider, had both hands burning with hellfire, his bone claws gripping Malekith's arm tightly. His flaming skull, the Eye of Judgment, emitted firelight about a foot long, staring intently at Malekith.
"You are guilty!"
Ghost Rider seized Malekith's arm. In shock and anger, his arm turned into dark mist, trying to break free, but the process was blocked by the "flames" as if they were alive.
That was the hellfire wrapped around Johnny's body, and also the Spirit of Vengeance.
The essence of this thing is a combination of two types of power from Heaven and Hell. While bestowing upon Johnny a nearly infinite healing factor, it also possesses some unique power.
Malekith couldn't break free from Johnny's bone claws. The mist around him turned into countless sharp blades, instantly submerging the flaming skull in front of him.
"Look into my eyes!"
Johnny, as Ghost Rider, ignored Malekith's attack. Both pupils seemed to turn into two soul vortices, staring intently at Malekith.
Malekith gave a cold laugh and closed his eyes. As a Dark Elf, living in darkness was almost instinct. Balls of dark mist spread from his body. The dark mist, like a tentacle monster, wrapped around Johnny.
Continuous muffled thunder sounded rapidly, like pouring ice water onto a red-hot iron plate.
Just as Johnny and Malekith were in a stalemate, a ball of dark mist appeared behind Johnny.
"Johnny, long time no see. Your old man misses you a lot in Hell. Tell me, where did you put the Contract of San Venganza, my knight!"
Mephisto laughed loudly, his skull staff in hand, carrying balls of dark mist, stabbing towards the back of Johnny's head.
Mephisto, this old devil, had been quietly hiding in the dark.
Quietly harvesting the souls after the battlefield slaughter. The Dark Elves', the human soldiers'.
He's not picky. Of course, if these humans were strong enough, he wouldn't mind taking Malekith's soul.
The soul of an ancient Dark Elf, it must taste delicious.
But when Johnny appeared, Mephisto couldn't help himself.
Back then, he watched helplessly as Tang Song took away his knight and the Contract of San Venganza.
Forced by the Ancient One's deterrence, he retreated.
Now Johnny reappeared, faintly carrying the aura of those fallen holy spirits.
This made Mephisto unable to bear his inner greed any longer.
Seeing the skull staff surrounded by black energy about to land on Johnny's head.
A bell tolled.
A space gate flashing with sparks appeared in Svartalfheim. Tang Song walked out of the space gate. An ancient brass bell covered Mephisto's head.
This split soul of Mephisto instantly stiffened. It was as if his entire body was stuck in a muddy swamp; time and space seemed to have stopped for him.
