A projection began to cover Tony Stark's retina.
It was as if Tony Stark had entered another space. The slightly dark surroundings were not much different from the scenery and layout of the Dark Elf Mothership. Unlike an Earth command room, this place was spacious, with the boundless starry sky visible beyond it. More than a hundred Dark Elves had gathered here.
Tony Stark appeared among them. His eyes swept across the crowd as he reached out and dragged the progress bar back slightly. The Dark Elves before him rapidly assembled in full and began arguing.
The words they exchanged during the argument had already been decoded and translated by Ultron into a language Tony Stark could understand.
"Damn it, we still have strength. Our power is still not to be underestimated in the Nine Realms!" a Dark Elf shouted.
Since they were all pale-faced and sharp-eared, Tony Stark could not tell who was who. He marked the speaker and watched to see what they intended to do from beginning to end.
"Do not be blindly arrogant. We have already failed. Leader Malekith is dead. We have nowhere to run!" Another Dark Elf spoke the truth, and the Dark Elves present fell into fearful disorder.
"Quiet! Even if Leader Malekith is dead, we are still far stronger than ordinary planets. There is no need to worry." A Dark Elf nearby soothed the emotions of the ordinary Dark Elves.
"But our enemies and foes are also stronger than the beings of ordinary planets. They are the strongest hunters and evildoers of the Nine Realms. They are pursuing us, and it will be difficult for us to survive in the universe." Some Dark Elves did not look favorably upon the future.
Tony Stark moved through the Dark Elves, his gaze scanning them