American comics: To become a god at the beginning, I choose to practice both science and magic

"What? You think it's incredible?" An electronic voice came from under the ceramic steel helmet.

With the addition of adamantium, this seemingly bloated power armor can bear greater output power.

Even if Algorim was stimulated to its full potential, it was impossible for him to kill an Astartes in one encounter, otherwise wouldn't Dane's upgrade be in vain?

Just when Algorim didn't believe in evil and planned to continue to exert force, the other Astartes were not idle either. They immediately rushed forward and pulled out the tactical daggers on their waists.

It's called a dagger, but the size is no different from a broadsword compared to ordinary people.

Even if the cursed warrior is one size larger than before, it is still a bit "petite" before the Astartes.

In the blink of an eye, Algorim was pierced by seven or eight daggers, each of which was transparent. The armor, muscles, and even the bones as hard as steel could not prevent the daggers from piercing.

But he could still move. Algorim burst out with the greatest potential in his life, squeezing his vitality to the extreme in a short time.

He did not push these Astartes away. On the contrary, he opened his hands and hugged several Astartes who were close to him.

A cursed warrior like him exchanged his life for power, and burst 11 times in a short time.

The strength he showed was so strong that even Astartes had to avoid it temporarily.

At this point, Algorim had completely woken up. This trip to the atrium with two eyes blind was a mistake.

The atrium is no longer the atrium of the past, and the dark elves are no longer the same as before. They are now just dogs without a home.

Continuing to look down on the sentient beings in the Nine Realms will sow disaster.

"For the dark elves! For the great darkness!"

After shouting loudly, Algorim activated the last black hole bomb on his body.

At this time, only a few Astartes had time to escape the coverage of the black hole bomb.

Three Astartes warriors were sucked into the micro black hole by Algorim and finally disappeared.

The remaining Astartes warriors exchanged glances quickly, then reported the matter to Cortana, and then still focused their eyes on the mission target.

Raising their grenade guns, Malekith and the dark elves who were responsible for guarding him were like trapped beasts fighting to the death, and the two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

In fact, the Astartes were waiting for the order to purge, because the superiors said that the leader here could be kept alive for the time being.

After all, the dark elves' technology was to be recovered later, and it would be more smooth with the help of the guide party.

Looking at the giant on the opposite side that was like a city wall, Malekith suddenly woke up from the frenzy of war.

He was a person who could react in time before the genocide and calmly leave the fire.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to keep the last few elite dark elves under the nose of the previous generation of God King Baoer.

At this moment, they seemed to have reached the crossroads of fate again.

In the last cry of Algorim, Malekith realized that he faced the strength of mankind and began to analyze the situation from an objective perspective.

The result was that he would definitely lose.

He had been defeated. He couldn't be allowed to become a cursed warrior to fight the enemy, right?

There would be no other result except giving the enemy a head.

Think about it, what else can he do? What should he do? Only in order to save the tribe.

Isn't the answer obvious?

Malekith put down the energy gun in his hand and let it fall to the ground.

As he abandoned his weapon, everyone present understood what he meant.

The dark elves did not hesitate for long, and also followed their leader and threw the gun to the ground.

Not only that, because of the power of the Astartes, all the dark elves, except Malekith, knelt on the ground and bowed their heads to show their submission.

This is an ancient ritual.

When Malekith saw this scene, he really realized that the situation was over.

"I, Malekith... on behalf of the dark elf tribe, surrender to you. May I ask who your king is?"

The leading Astartes giant held the right side of his helmet and seemed to be saying something.

Soon, seven rainbow lights rose on the ground, and a figure appeared in it.

The light faded, and it was Dane standing there in combat uniform.

Except for the helmet, he had put on all the equipment of his vest "Outlaw".

"I, Dane Davis, on behalf of Umbrella, the Atlas Legion, and the Astartes Legion, accept your surrender."

From then on, the dark elves and their technology belonged to Dane.

The notice was quickly sent to all combat units. The dark elves in the battle stopped their actions immediately after hearing the bad news. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

The Umbrella side did not commit unnecessary killings. After the enemy surrendered, they began to deal with prisoners of war, salvage corpses, clean up war debris, and...

Pack the spoils!

Thor was surprised to see that the dark elves surrendered so thoroughly, and felt a little unhappy. He hadn't fought enough! Why did the enemy surrender?

When Dane took Malekith down from the Burner, he immediately ran over to see.

Malekith was a famous existence when he was a child!

The story of the dark elves ruling the world at that time was like a horror fairy tale, which cast a big shadow on him and Loki.

After Thor gained power, he felt ashamed of his fear back then, and once fantasized about defeating Malekith, the guy who scared him when he was a child, with his own hands!

To avenge the previous shame!

But when Thor actually met him, he found that this famous dark elf leader was actuallyNot as tall as him.

"Aren't you a cursed warrior? I heard that cursed warriors are as tall as frost giants, and they are all extremely powerful."

Malekis glanced at the big stupid guy 817, and he could tell at a glance that he was an Asgardian from his outfit.

But he was annoyed by Thor's attitude towards him, and deliberately asked: "Who is this stupid kid?"

"I am Thor, the god of thunder, the son of Odin, and the only legitimate prince of the Kingdom of Asgard!"

Thor held his head high, his golden hair almost shining in the sun, and at this moment he really looked like a mythical hero in an ancient story.

But Malekith was very surprised: "What? You are the grandson of that guy Bal? Your father is Odin?"[]

He thought: "So the person who will inherit the throne in the end is Odin~"

When he was fighting with Bal, Odin was just a fighting prince following the God King. His brother was also very outstanding. At that time, Bal had not determined the future heir to the throne.

It was after this battle that Bal passed the throne to Odin.

So when he opened his mouth at this time, Thor immediately felt a kind of generational suppression.

"Tell me, is your father Odin now old and dying?"

Malekith smiled sinisterly. Although he lost to the people of Midgard, he lived longer than Bal, the old bastard, and now he might outlive his stupid son Odin.

Thor, the heir to the God King today, looks like a brainless idiot.

And if he remembered correctly, the life span of the people in the Midgard was very short, and time was on his side.

Thinking of this, Malekith's originally depressed mood suddenly improved a lot. .