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Chapter 437
Chapter 437
The intensive light cannon bombardment of the dark elves caused Asgard's royal palace to fall apart, and the masonry buildings were burned into semi-liquid crystals, like caramel cakes that were about to melt.
However, from the foundation at the bottom of the building, dozens of slightly raised bright silver metal filaments slowly spread out.
Those metal filaments are like sprouting young trees, moving quickly along the gaps in the masonry of the palace hall,
At the same time, more microscopic tentacles are extended, cutting fine crystals from the half-melted wall bricks, and transforming them into sand, filling the damaged gaps.
After a few breaths, the metal filaments have covered the entire building, and the originally collapsed and dilapidated royal palace has also been restored as before.
"Nanoscale silicon-based robots."
Malekith gritted his teeth and said the name of the wire.
The strength of nanomachines lies in their extremely terrifying rapid proliferation capabilities.
Just drop a drop of nanomachines in the right environment (a mineral vein in a rock formation, a seabed full of various resources), and it won't take long for nanomachines to spread across an entire area.
Only by using weapons of mass destruction (such as extremely high-temperature lasers, extremely low-temperature freezing air, and gravitational bombs) to completely destroy the entire area in a very short period of time can the extinction of nanomechanical clusters be guaranteed.
If a handful of nanobots are missed in the destruction process, it won't be long before the dainty critters make a comeback.
"Bring back the destroyers! Watch out for those."
Before Malekith could finish his words, he saw thousands of metal long snakes rising from the foundation of the royal palace.
Each of those long snakes had the thickness of beams and pillars, and stood straight in a row. After a short delay, they bounced up suddenly, tearing the sky, and piercing through all the cross-shaped destroyers like arrows.
In the radio communication channel, the screams of compatriots came and went, which hurt Malekith's eardrums.
In the far distance, the flames of the explosion shot straight into the sky, and the destroyer, which suddenly lost its source of power, fell slowly under the action of the law of gravity, and was about to crash.
The dark elves have low reproductive capacity and a small population. After thousands of years in prison, they barely recovered a little vitality.
Malekith is certainly a cruel and ruthless monarch, but the dark elf soldiers on the destroyer are an important bargaining chip for him to realize his personal ambitions, and they cannot be sacrificed here in vain.
The ether particles in the form of a thick red and black mist lingering in his hands suddenly escaped, passing through the mothership, scattered into countless paths like lightning, and at the same time enveloped the ships that were about to crash.
The special feature of ether particles is that they can distort the boundary between reality and fantasy.
In just a split second, those long snake-like metal spikes that penetrated the ship were softened into silver-gray cement, barely hanging on the ship, and finally completely liquefied, pouring down on the ground like a stream of water.
Li Ang, who has four-dimensional vision, can clearly see that the physical properties of the nanomachines have undergone drastic changes after being exposed to the red and black dense fog.
Particles are repelling, attracting, ionizing, and decaying each other every second, just like the boiling atomic soup in the narrow singularity at the beginning of creation.
Even if it is out of the scope of ether particles, the completely liquefied nanomachines have not recovered at all, and can only twitch unconsciously——its atomic properties have undergone fundamental changes, and the built-in self-healing and multiplication programs naturally cannot recover. worked.
"Tsk tsk."
Li Ang, who was standing on the observation deck of the palace, looked at the turbid red and black fog with great interest, and said calmly: "Even if you raise your vision to the four-dimensional level, you can only see the effect of the macro level clearly, not the micro level." The action process of the ether particles on the plane.”
As time passed, the dilapidated ship was quickly restored to its original state, and the original streamlined surface was covered with a dense layer of jagged spikes.
The four tips of the ship skeleton of the cross also began to continuously split to the two sides, joining each other to form arcs.
The outer circle and the inner cross form the button shape.These button-shaped ships are suspended in the air, with a certain distance between them, parallel to each other, but they seem to overlap each other from a distance.
On the mothership, Malekith shook his cloak, and his eyes eroded by the power of ether particles turned red, sparking a beam of light, spanning thousands of meters in an instant, and hitting the central hub of those parallel button-shaped spaceships straight.
The overlapping cross hubs, like an amplifying instrument, further increased the intensity of the beam of light, and when it flew in front of Li Ang, it was already like a thick wall of light covering the sky and the sun.
Li Ang smiled, turned his palms over, and gently held up the bright blue Cosmic Rubik's Cube, harnessing the huge energy contained in the Rubik's Cube, completely distorting the space in front of the palace, creating a giant space vortex visible to the naked eye, turning the red and black beams of light Engulfed completely.
After a short delay, a space vortex exactly the same as before suddenly opened above the dark elf mothership, and returned the thick and solid wall of light to the ship that Malekith was on.
"!!"
The expression of the king of the dark elves changed suddenly, he waved his arms, his cloak rattled, and poured out the ether particles at the top of the ship, hitting the wall of light that he himself sent out just now.
The power to distort reality was activated again, and the light wall containing destructive energy, under the strange energy of ether particles, instantly transformed into hundreds of millions of dreamlike butterflies.
Those red and black butterflies stretched their bodies, clung to each other, crowded, and overlapped, filling the sky of Asgard. Listening attentively, only the dense flapping of wings could be heard.
The scale powder falling from the butterfly wings slowly floated down, reflecting the crystal clear and dazzling light of various colors, dyeing the sky in gorgeous and colorful colors.
Before the Asgardians below had a good look at the strange sky, they saw that above the sky, the color dyed by the scale powder was melting rapidly, blending quickly according to some indescribable law, outlining the entire sky into a Colorful smooth blocks.
If you want to describe it, then the sky of Asgard at this moment is like the masterpiece "Starry Night" painted by Van Gogh, bright, unrestrained, passionate and full of vitality.
"Go to hell!"
However, Malekith, who created all these with his own hands, was not as indifferent as Van Gogh. His face was covered with violent veins, he roared ferociously, and his palms were vain, as if he was holding something insubstantial. Things are normal, press down.
Following his movements, the colorful sky of Asgard fell slowly, turning upside down like a bowl.
Waiting for the sky to tilt.
(End of this chapter)