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"Hmm, it seems we've arrived at the perfect time."

Peter glanced at the situation, his gaze lingering on Ebony Maw for a moment.

Their attention then turned to the cursed warrior.

The guy had recovered from Thor's lightning strike, and the charred skin on his chest was healing at a visible speed.

Peter tilted his head.

"Thor, is this big guy yours or mine?"

Thor was about to speak.

The cursed warrior roared and charged forward, his fists slamming towards Peter with violent dark energy, clearly enraged by Peter's contemptuous attitude.

Thor instinctively tried to stand in front of Peter, but Peter moved faster than him.

He didn't use Susanoo, Wood Release, or even take out the God-Slaying Whip.

Peter simply raised his right hand, clenched his fingers, and threw a punch.

The Armament Haki wrapped around the fist erupted into a visible shockwave the moment they made contact.

boom!

The cursed warrior's brute strength, which was enough to go toe-to-toe with Thor's, was utterly useless against this punch.

The moment their fists collided, the cursed warrior was sent flying backward uncontrollably. His entire right arm, along with half of his body, exploded off his shoulder due to the internal damage.

I got up, killed him with one punch, what's there to say?

If Peter had encountered this guy before fighting Kur, he probably wouldn't have been able to deal with this big guy so easily.

After all, in the movie, this guy was able to go toe-to-toe with Thor, and his performance was far more exaggerated than Malekith's after he obtained the Aether.

Malekith is portrayed as a complete waste in the movie, completely unable to use the power of the Aether. He even has his arm broken by Jane Foster and her companions using a space device, and is ultimately crushed to death by his own spaceship in a very pathetic manner.

However, after using the Emperor's Banner to absorb Kur's All-Spirit Cavalry, Peter's divine soul and control over divine power almost doubled. Under these circumstances, dealing with this cursed warrior would be a piece of cake.

Thor looked at the cursed warrior whose body had been half-blown apart by Peter's punch, and silently lowered the hammer he had raised halfway.

Ever since he met Peter, this future God-King has felt that he has always lived in the other's shadow.

Frigga was also taken aback by this scene.

But she was a woman who had seen a lot, and she quickly adjusted her mindset, nodding slightly to Peter.

"Peter, thank you."

"You're too kind, Your Highness Frigga."

After responding to Frigga, Peter was preparing to step forward and finish off the cursed warrior.

But just then...

hum.

A strange spatial fluctuation appeared without warning beneath the cursed warrior.

Before Peter could react, a dark blue spatial rift opened up in the ground, swallowing the dying cursed warrior whole.

The spatial rift closed instantly after swallowing the target, disappearing completely.

Peter stopped in his tracks.

Spatial teleportation?

His brows furrowed involuntarily, and his gaze almost instinctively swept toward Malekith.

At this moment, Malekith was radiating a dark red light—it was the Aether particle!

The moment Peter saw that light, a string in his mind snapped open.

No, is that right?

Why is Jane Foster not even in Asgard, yet this guy is already using the Aether?

According to the plot he knew, the Aether particles should have been accidentally encountered by Jane Foster during the Nine Realms Connection.

Thor then discovered the anomaly and brought Jane back to Asgard, which triggered a series of events, including the Dark Elf invasion.

But right now, it will still be a long time before the Nine Realms are connected.

How did the aether particles end up on Malekith?

Could it be...? Peter's gaze suddenly shifted to the gaunt figure standing behind Malekith, who had remained as if he were invisible throughout.

Ebony throat.

"Did you bring this thing?"

Ebony Maw did not deny it.

He didn't even bother to pretend; meeting Peter's slightly serious gaze, he grinned and revealed a strange smile.

That smile was full of the satisfaction of a cat playing with a mouse.

"Thanos was right after all."

Ebony Throat opened his mouth slowly, his voice carrying an almost pious tone.

"You really are a sharp and difficult fellow."

He tilted his head, his smile growing even wider.

"Someone like you... cannot be allowed to live!"

Upon hearing this, Thor's pupils constricted sharply.

Frigga's face also showed a solemn expression, ready to use magic to help Peter resolve any potential trouble.

Just when everyone thought Ebony Maw was about to unleash some incredible killing move against them.

The next second, a sudden change occurred in the scene.

Pfft!

A sharp sound of a blade piercing flesh suddenly rang out. Everyone looked around in confusion, only to realize that the sound came from... behind Malekith!

Malekith first looked down at his chest in disbelief, then turned his head to look at it again in resentment.

My gaze met a pair of bright green eyes.

The owner of those eyes was none other than...

Loki!

There was no warning whatsoever.

Loki suddenly backstabbed Malekith, and because everyone's attention was on Ebony Maw and Peter, no one even noticed how he got behind Malekith!

"you?!"

Malekith let out a roar, his expression more ferocious than ever before.

"You damned, treacherous bastard!"

He hadn't finished his rant.

But Ebony Throat suddenly moved.

He raised his withered, pale right hand, and with his fingertips traced an extremely profound magic circle.

The pale blue runes swirled in the air.

As the rune appeared, Malekith's dark red light on his chest suddenly flared, and then began to tremble violently.

"What! This is impossible—!"

Malekith pressed his hands tightly against his chest, trying to calm the aether particles within his body.

But it was completely useless.

Under his incredulous gaze, the etheric particles within him began to detach from his body, strand by strand.

As if summoned by some strange force, the dark red particles gathered at Ebony Throat's fingertips, condensing, compressing, and crystallizing.

Finally, under the astonished gazes of everyone, a gem the size of a pigeon egg, radiating a scarlet light, floated in Ebony Maw's palm.

Seeing this, the most shocked person was undoubtedly Magkis. Despite his face turning ashen from the backstabbing and the loss of the Aether, he still couldn't help but roar:

"Damn it, so everything you said before, about the divine artifacts and treasures in the Celestial Palace's treasury, was a lie. Your goal from the very beginning was the Aether!"

"Ether particles?"

Upon hearing this title, Ebony Throat couldn't help but laugh:

"I prefer to call it... the Reality Stone, rather than the Aether!"