noveltune Chapter 212 1 send into the soul
Chapter 212 1 send into the soul
Chapter 212
"I didn't want to destroy the ether particles, just destroying you is enough!"
Martin didn't have the habit of chatting with the enemy on the battlefield, but the off-field support never showed up, so he had to say a few words on the spot.
After all, if you don't say a word here, you will look weak.
At this moment, I don't know how many people are staring at this place. Maybe they can't see Malekith who is in the center of the dark energy vortex, but what Martin did and said on the edge will definitely be transmitted to some people in the military in real time. in front of.
The whereabouts of the preferred support, Thor, is unknown.
Backup, girlfriend Betty, is getting ready?
Martin watched as Malekith's arm began to "regenerate" rapidly, and with a flick of his hand, another detection metal rod was projected, followed by another one.
Malekith raised his other intact arm and grabbed a detector, but before he could grab the other one, he dodged slightly sideways and stuck it on his shoulder.
Swish!
Malekith, whose shoulders were "torn apart", raised his head and screamed, but didn't scold Martin. Instead, he increased his energy output, and while maintaining the release of dark energy, he accelerated the repair of his severed limbs.
Seeing that the guy was about to fully recover, Martin threw the last detection rod out of desperation.
He doesn't have Thor's "Thunder Clap" big move, only the "ether magic pattern cannon" that consumes the energy of green cells without knowing the effect.
He reckoned that this kind of energy attack could easily be offset by the huge dark energy in front of him, so he couldn't rush to reveal the final trick.
"Martin! Get down!"
Finally, the voice Martin had been waiting for for a long time appeared again, and he quickly lay down on the ground.
On the other side, Malekith at the center of the energy storm raised his arm "converged" by energy irritably, blocking the detection rod that flew over again.
But he didn't notice that the human who threw the javelin at him just now had already collapsed.
Not far behind Martin's side, a "large machine gun" suddenly stood up in the box that the whip rope had walked out of.
Near anti-cannon!
"Boom boom-"
The continuous metal roar sounded!
Metal Storm!
The defense tower that Martin built at the entrance of the laboratory before moving into the Stan Industrial Building used this kind of high-speed cannon, but what was different from the past was that this time the ammunition used was a tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile!
The rate of fire exceeds 120 rounds per second. Although this statistic is not beautiful in a close-in gun, it can cost him fifty thousand dollars in one second.
After counting for a few seconds, Martin felt that his heart was bleeding.
"You! You can't kill me!"
Malekith looked down at the warhead embedded in his body, roared madly, and continued to maintain the black energy's erosion of the Nine Kingdoms regardless of the injuries on his body.
"Ha! More than 100 million missiles can't hit you, and more than 100 million bullets can smash you into a sieve, I am satisfied."
"Martin?! What are you talking about?" Betty's vague voice sounded in the earphone.
Martin said loudly: "What else? Hurry up! If it doesn't work, I'll do it myself!"
"I can't hear you clearly! There is also self-explosion! Backpack! Ten seconds countdown!" Betty shouted anxiously: "Martin! If it still can't be solved, my father plans to apply for the use of nuclear weapons!"
"...seven...six..." Betty's intermittent countdown sounded.
Martin turned his head and saw the whip rope that Malekith had penetrated all over his body. At this time, the energy backpack behind the other party had already lit up a red light.
"this is okay!"
Martin's eyes lit up, and he quickly crawled over, flashing the Destroyer Dagger in his hand, cut off the strap of the backpack, grabbed the blood-stained backpack, swung his arms, and threw it over.
"Spicy shredded chicken! Give me another trick!"
"Trouble bugs!"
Malekith waved a wave of energy and sent the backpack flying.
As a result, the red and black energy exploded as soon as it touched the backpack.
boom!
A huge ball of fire exploded, engulfing Malekith in an instant.
Martin looked at the backpack that was blocked before it was thrown on top of the opponent's head, cursed inwardly, and quickly rolled back.
As expected, the fiery shock wave blew him around several times.
That thing shouldn't die...
Martin wiped off the dirt on his face, and in the dissipated flames, Malekith still maintained his energy output, but his complexion was a little ugly, the recovery from his injuries had stopped, and a broken arm barely maintained its form with erratic energy.
Life is hard enough!
The ability to kill this guy in the original plot is probably due to the luck of the heroes and heroines of Thor and Dr. Jane.
Betty should have nothing to back her up, so she can't hesitate, otherwise she won't be able to handle it if she is thrown a nuclear bomb by that cheating old Ross, not to mention whether it will kill the spicy chicken shreds.
Martin took out a grenade from the storage compartment of the mecha, flicked off the insert ring, and threw a "rolling ball" at the opponent's feet.
This time, he didn't throw it from the head, lest the opponent be alert and prepare in advance.
Spicy Chicken Silk really didn't notice a grenade rolling over from his feet. When he saw it, his eyes suddenly widened, but it was too late.
"You little trash, you engage in sneak attacks..."
boom!
The grenade exploded.
Martin continued to lie on the ground, clutching the stone slab next to him, and laughed lowly: "You are missing a sentence, you can't afford it...I admit that I can't beat you, can't I?"
This time the roar was not as powerful as the self-detonation of the backpack reactor, it was just a dull explosion, and even Malekith's roar was not so strong at this time, but the output damage was not at the same level at all!
Malekith, who opened his mouth and yelled, has already regretted it. If he could clean up all the bugs and garbage around him before, wouldn't it be smoother?
It's a pity that the black hole formed at his feet made him have no time to think about it. He could only gather the surrounding ether energy, and rush a large piece of red and black energy along the direction of the vacuum negative pressure!
Every second passed, a massive amount of ether energy poured into the black hole, and every second passed, Malekith felt a bit more empty.
In just a few seconds, Malekith seemed to have experienced centuries.
crucial moment.
The decisive battle for the continuation of the race!
Will the dark world have a chance to return to the critical moment of the universe!
He was actually interrupted by his own weapon!
During the few seconds when the ether energy was interrupted, the red and black energy covering the sky and covering the sun thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the mist after the scorching sun lifted into the sky, gradually dissipating.
But Malekith was still alive. After the black hole disappeared, he still did not give up. He continued to stand upright with his broken body, and opened his arms, one solid and the other empty, to let the etheric energy spew out again.
And Martin was already half-kneeling on the ground, his right fist aimed at the crazy figure in the mist, the magic pattern on his right arm flashed green light, and a group of dark green energy distorting the space gradually solidified on his right arm.
The real magic-weave cannon was thrown aside by him.
Using the magic pattern on the dark golden magic pattern gun, the ether energy gathered the energy of the green cells stimulated in Martin's body.
"emission!"
Martin spat softly.
There was no booming cannon, not even a sound effect.
Just like that, a straight green light hit the past.
The whole world fell silent instantly.
The black-red etheric energy that was as noisy as a storm seemed to become docile, and was pierced by the green light.
Malekith stopped roaring, his crazy eyes calmed down, he raised his arms in silence, and quietly looked at the overlapping space of the nine kingdoms arranged together.
At this point, the spaces seem to be slightly staggered.
Martin fell to the ground on his back, did not look at Malekith, stared blankly at the rare scene in the sky in a thousand years, and his thoughts were wandering.
This can be regarded as a shot into the soul.
As soon as I hit it, I lost my soul.
After an unknown amount of time, Martin heard someone calling him, and then slowly recovered.
(End of this chapter)