Chapter 355 The Spirit of a Gentleman (Part Two)

Scorched steel, collapsed buildings, and unrecognizable corpses in gold and black armor, such a scene is comparable to hell for a human being who has never seen war. Jane Foster and Darcy staggered forward through the ruins carrying the instruments made by Eric. Their task was to insert these instruments into the target point and activate them to counteract the portals everywhere in the University of Greenwich.

However, they had to stop and vomit every few steps, because the stench of burning and corpses had filled their path. This passage is the main battlefield of Asgard's heroic warriors, dark elf soldiers, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surviving action teams. Although they have not seen any battles now, the traces and corpses left by the battles will not disappear. Darcy's nose was sore, and the side effects of vomiting made her vision blurred by tears. She could only be dragged by Jane Foster, step by step to the predetermined place. She also slipped on bullet casings under her feet from time to time.

If it weren't for Jane Foster's encouragement, Darcy might be sitting in the rubble by the side of the road and crying like a baby. "Damn S.H.I.E.L.D.! Damn Eric!" Even though she was hiccupping because of vomiting, Darcy kept cursing S.H.I.E.L.D. and her unreliable mentor's mentor.

Before she could vent her bad emotions, a loud noise exploded beside her, and Thor and Malekith fell into the building next to her, entangled. Daxi let out a scream, and then the two rolled and fell down the steps, crashed into the wall next to them and disappeared.

"They..." Darcy pointed at the place where they disappeared, and stammered, "The detector Eric gave didn't find this portal, did it?"

"Gravity disorder is getting stronger and stronger. Gravity detectors may not be effective. Be careful." Jane Foster poked the front of the long instrument forward, trying to find the undiscovered portal. Instead, she poked at something invisible and hard. Nobel physicist nominee Jane Foster is a stubborn character. She subconsciously pokes hard, and a dark-haired woman in armor falls out of thin air.

"Are you Jane Foster?" Sif asked pantingly, clutching the gap in the armor at her waist, "Have you seen Saul?"

Two fingers pointed to the place where Saul disappeared just now, and Sif thanked him and rushed over. She traveled through several worlds, including several smaller realms, through a series of highly coincidental portals, but she found no sign of Thor in any of them. She has to fight with Thor, which is her responsibility as the imperial concubine.

Instead of going through the portal, however, she slammed into the wall. "Maybe you can come with us. We are going to eliminate the disordered gravity." Jane Foster said to Sif, who was holding her red nose. "Now the portal will appear and disappear at any time, and you will get lost if you are not careful. You can't find him like this."

Darcy tugged at the corner of Jane Foster's clothes, but she ignored her intern's protest.

"Okay." Sif held her nose and said in a low voice.

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"Shit! You woman! Did you do it on purpose?" Salomon always felt that the stitched wound was more painful. Skye was holding a stapler commonly used in the emergency department of the hospital. She had stapled a few times to the wound on Salomon's abdomen to prevent the wound from bursting. It's just that her movements were really rough, and the positions of the stitches were irregular, which caused Salomon to receive many needles in vain.

Fortunately, Simmons, a biologist in the scientific team, rescued the scene, otherwise the wound would have no hope of healing.

"I'm older than you, little guy." The S.H.I.E.L.D. intern agent said triumphantly, "And you tampered with my memory. This is a reasonable revenge for you! Although you can magic and have abdominal and chest muscles, I will not forgive you! Simmons also knew about this, so she didn't give you painkillers!"

"Okay, Coulson, put me on the battlefield." Salomon skipped the topic. Casting enchantment spells on an unsuspecting person was always a rather despicable thing to do, and the mystic shamefully refused to confront the person involved. After receiving the instructions, Agent Coulson gave Salomon a few things that looked similar to the instruments made by Eric.

"This is Fitz's work. He has increased the range of influence based on Dr. Eric Savig's." Coulson pointed to the instruments placed in different places on the Airbus, "This thing can continuously counteract the turbulent gravity. If not, the Airbus is likely to disintegrate. Fitz asked you to take this, as long as you activate this device, you will not fall into an invisible portal during the descent. In fact, Fitz wants this device to be installed on your armor, but the electric drill can't penetrate your armor. A..."

"Then I really thank him." Salomon rolled his eyes. Fortunately, his armor was not ordinary, otherwise the little monkeys in the science team would have modified this armor into something that I don't know.

"Also, the device you're using uses batteries, so it won't last too long." Coulson reminded, "If you need it, Fitz still has batteries."

"I hope it won't be needed."

Salomon put on his armor again, and walked towards the cargo hold with an instrument that weighed as much as four bricks. The dragon wing thrusters started again, and Salomon jumped out of the cargo hold and flew straight into the atrium grass of the University of Greenwich. This was once a grass field until Salomon blew up the engine of the dark elf spaceship. Now there is only carbon ash that was once called the grass field.

"Master!" The artificial man has long known about Salomon's return to Earth, which is the special connection between the Creator and the Hormon Kurus. The mystic specially told her to wait here. "I killed a lot of dark elves." The artificial human's personality became stronger and stronger after being created. For example, now, she is holding a giant sword and a dark elf's arm, talking to Salomon with a restrained show off.

That arm was still dripping with blood, and it seemed that it had just been cut off not long ago. As for the owner of the arm, Salomon had no doubts after seeing the still smoking bolter. Ordinary dark elf soldiers are not cursed warriors, a bolt gun is enough to blow them in two, and the puddle of minced meat next to them is probably the work of artificial humans.

"What's next, Master?"

"We are going to the predetermined place." Salomon waved towards the man behind him. Jane Foster and Darcy were running over panting, and Sif was walking in front of them carrying a bunch of heavy-looking instruments with a flushed face and no panting. It's just that her nose is a little red for some reason.

"Help them secure those detection instruments to avoid sudden gravity disturbances," said the mystic. "Then we can control Malekith."

"How to do it, Master?"

"You don't need to do anything." Salomon stepped on the soot-covered grass, "After a while, Malekith will emerge by himself."

"Just playing whack-a-mole?"

"You still don't come here to help!" Jane Foster ordered Salomon confidently, "Are you, as a gentleman, going to watch the lady work alone? Come here quickly, or your project will be over!"

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