Two heads came to the glowing screen in the center of the airbus, and the healthy and young hairline on the left was slightly better than the number of hair. However, Salomon was not proud of it. He was staring at the pictures provided by S.H.E.L.D., watching teams of special forces wearing S.H.E.L.D. armbands of S.H.E.D. armbands of special forces wearing S.H.E.D. armbands of armbands entering the University of Greenwich.

From the footage from the cameras they carried with them, Salomon could see the Greenwich Observatory in the distance.

When the secret mage asked questions about why the S.H.E.L.D. teams were able to walk on British land in a panic, Agent Colson still took the old trick to deal with it. "S.H.E.L.D. is an international organization, which is an agreement reached between democratic countries." Perhaps Colson was answering sincerely, but Salomon always thought he was lying, "This is completely different from totalitarianism. I believe that the special forces members also think so, and they regard it as help. They are all British, some of them have experience in serving in SAS, and they have solved many premeditated terrorist attacks. They are all very powerful soldiers."

"No matter how powerful it is, it is not enough compared to the dark elves." Salomon turned to thank Simmons for the Hot Cocoa he brought and expressed his appreciation for the work of the science group. Now, after communicating with Dr. Eric Shavig, the science group, has achieved certain results. Soon, he can calculate the exact location where the celestial intersection occurs.

Agent Colson asked Fitz to guarantee that after he had received mental pollution from Dr. Eric Shavig, he would never run around without clothes like a professor of astronomy. Fitz agreed, but it seemed that his confidence was not as sufficient as Agent Colson, because Dr. Eric Shavig's theory was a bit absurd. Fitz did not think that this was something that could be learned or inferred by the current astronomy level. He believed that this knowledge must have its source.

This idea made Fitz very upset.

"Do you know our enemies very well?" Agent Colson raised his eyebrows with interest. He also got a cup of hot cocoa, but he put the cup on the holographic projection table without taking a few sips. At this time, the plane had hovered high in the altitude according to Salomon's instructions to avoid being cut off by the space cracks when the sky meets. Stark's engine was very excellent, and the liquid in the cup was as calm as a lake. Of course, this was also inseparable from the pilot's superb driving skills. Melinda May was operating the plane like a limb.

"See it a few times," Salomon said, drinking Hot Coco. The mug in his hand was made by Fitz, with a silly fat cat printed on the pure white cup. "They have gravity weapons, which are throwing weapons." He said, "can twist gravity in a small range, like a black hole, and squeeze everything into a ball. If your agent is hit by that kind of thing, it's not easy to find his body again, because I guess the wreckage may not be as big as a fist - but don't worry, the body must be complete, just compressed, and you only need a can to fill it."

"Then we need to evacuate the crowd even more." Agent Colson pointed to the screen, "The special forces have solved the security guards, and now ordinary people in the school are evacuating. If I guess correctly, the protest call from Downing Street will come in a while. Are you interested in listening? I think you, as the heir to King Arthur, have something to say to them, right?"

The agent's last sentence sounded like a teasing, and in response, Salomon gave him a roll of his eyes.

"Well, it seems you're not interested. I just hope you've brought enough weapons - I mean, I hope your assistant has brought enough weapons if the Dark Elves are really as terrible as you said."

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When the invisible alien warship showed its huge figure, all the people standing on the ground couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Melinda May urgently pulled up the airbus, and the towering spikes on the top of the Dark Elves flagship passed through the belly of the aircraft with a slight slight difference. Although the alien flagship, like a razor, had already stopped, its huge mass and solid materials allowed it to plow deeply into the ground of the University of Greenwich Atrium. The Agents and Asgard Heroes warriors undoubtedly discovered this situation, and they were rushing towards the atrium.

Salomon walked out of the cargo hold and saw the ready artificial human and the female hacker rubbing her butt with pain on her face. The Secret Mage ignored the unlucky guy who fell down due to an emergency maneuver. "Now, start the construct." He said, "I need them to welcome the dark elves."

"Master, the construct is ready."

"Very good, I'll open the portal now." Salomon turned his wrist and a circle sprayed with orange-red sparks appeared on the grass in the atrium. The components belonging to Salomon emerged from the portal. These combat components followed the consistent pragmatism of the Secret Mage. The minimalist strong-gloss head and the sharp limbs specially designed for combat interpreted this style. The exposed gear even explained Salomon's attitude towards consumables.

As soon as these components appeared, they rushed towards the Dark Elves' warship. Under the command of artificial humans, they climbed on the warship with razor-like hands and feet. Due to the aesthetics of the Dark Elves, they installed the elevator in the most conspicuous middle position and had no protection, which also gave the components the opportunity to pounce on the falling cabin, which was like spiders climbing on the elevator.

However, the materials used by the Dark Elves are a bit better. All the constructors can do is leave small holes in the black cabin, and the components that block the cabin are twisted and crushed. But even if they cannot cause too much damage to the machinery, when the Dark Elves soldiers walked out of the cabin, the blade-like limbs still played a role.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! They waved long and thin blades at the door of the hatch, cutting the reckless dark elf soldiers into wet and thin slices of flesh with blood. Due to the program settings, they are also very interested in cutting the dark elf who falls to the ground.

The constructors faithfully fulfilled the Salomon's instructions, and they did not give the dark elves the chance to come out.

But Salomon knew that the construct could not hold the Dark Elves back for too long, and they had already begun to fight back.

"You..." Fear came to Skye's heart. She did not experience the New York war in person, but learned about the situation from the Internet. But when the alien warship really appeared in front of her, the fear burst out from the depths of human genes. "What are you going to do?" She watched Salomon's neck constantly covered with bright silver armor, and suddenly felt that the guy in front of her had a reason for the arrogance, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"I've encountered an enemy that is more terrifying than this, Miss." When the armor piece formed a hideous chin, the secret mage glanced at the panicked hacker. "Don't worry." He comforted him by contrasting his previous attitude, "The dark elves themselves are not powerful, and the trouble is something else."

"What?"

Salomon, whose head was completely wrapped in armor, did not answer, and Skye could not observe the expression of the secret wizard from the dark eyes. She found that the deformation of the armor did not end there, and she saw it more clearly when Salomon walked towards the cargo hold with his back to her.

Skye saw the bright silver shoulder armor on both sides raised high, forming two huge polygonal structures with the back armor. After completing the deformation, Salomon reached out to hug the artificial human assistant in a black short skirt. The artificial human happy expression gave Skye a certain premonition. She avoided it in time, but the hot wind that came to her face made her turn a little.

Before she closed her eyes due to the strong wind, she saw the flames gushing out of the polygonal structure, and the unparalleled power took Salomon and the man-made man down from the cargo hold.

"Bastard!" Skye lay on the floor of the cargo hold, stretching out a hand and making a protest that no one could hear.
Chapter completed!