At that moment, Luke no longer had to worry about being discovered, and sped up.
The timers on the killer weapons were all set to thirty seconds, which meant that these one-ton weapons would explode inside the center one after another.
It wasn't that he didn't want to detonate them together, but that if he did, his clones would probably be blown to smithereens together.
It would be a waste of 100,000 credit points just like that.
Estimating that there were ten seconds left, Luke threw in the last one-ton killer weapon.
At that moment, there were five killer weapons in total, and they were arranged around a third of the bulkhead in the center.
It would be fine if this thing didn't break through the bulkhead in the center, but once it did, his clones would definitely be instantly sent flying.
Hiding hundreds of meters away, Luke found a corner and put on the Bat Armor and other defensive accessories. He also activated the electromagnetic deflection function and was ready for battle.
Boom!
With a loud bang, he felt the ship under his feet tremble, but not too violently.
A few seconds later, another loud rumbling sound rang out. The ship's shaking hadn't even subsided when it immediately continued.
At the fourth bang, the bulkhead in the center hundreds of meters away suddenly twisted and swelled, before it instantly exploded, and huge flames spewed out.
Luke took a moment to look at the system notifications.
In a series of notifications for experience and credit points, he saw twenty to thirty kill notifications with more than 5,000 points.
One of them was as high as 100,000, and the other two were 20,000 and 30,000.
He was relieved.
This level of experience and credit points was probably from the higher-ups of the Chitauri army.
But this was probably just a reward for the kill, not for saving New York.
There was still a Chitauri flagship on the side, and the Chitauri hadn't lost yet.
In other words, the biggest harvest from this battle was yet to come.
Luke, however, wasn't satisfied.
At most, he had killed some of the Chitauri in the center, but that didn't mean that all the Chitauri on the flagship were dead.
Thus, after the most ferocious explosion, he immediately charged toward the center against the scorching air.
The pursuit of art should never end.
As the saying went, art was fun for a while, but it would always be fun.
In complete chaos, Luke smashed through dozens of aircraft and charged into the center through a gap.
At this moment, the center was full of wailing. The grayish-white skinned 'people' were lying on the ground everywhere. Many of them were hanging on various broken instruments and the hull of the ship.
Luke knew that these were probably the real Chitauri.
He had long suspected that there was something wrong with the Zetaris in New York.
Those minions were destroyed by him and his teammates in the system. They didn't provide any experience or credit points at all. They were more like remote-controlled "murder weapons."
The system wouldn't reward them with experience and credit points if they only destroyed the murderer's weapon.
With this in mind, he quickly scanned the structure of the place. With a thought, he placed a piece of "art" the size of an oil barrel into the gap under a dumping device.
At the same time, the countdown timer for the real "artwork" was activated. The time was still only 30 seconds.
After doing this, the Bat Armor sped up and rushed out from the gap on the other side.
He maintained his stealth state, but the auxiliary propulsion system was already accelerating at full speed. He rushed through the devastated passage, and with a turn, he entered the location where he had tossed the two hundred kilogram great weapons.
He fired two missiles at the two circular maintenance aircraft that were plugging the leak. He closed his hands and fired an impact cannon at the material that had been temporarily plugged.
The hole that was about to be plugged was instantly blasted open. The Bat Armor charged out, and the two maintenance aircraft were blown to pieces by the missiles.
After charging for some distance, he put the Bat Armor back into his inventory and activated his dormant state as he quickly floated down to the spatial gate below.
Because the route ahead was no longer blocked by the No. 2 flagship, the undamaged No. 1 flagship was already on high alert, and all kinds of cannons were already pointed in this direction.
So, Luke decided to take a gamble.
If the No. 1 flagship discovered the clone, it would directly blast it to ashes. It would be a one-for-one exchange.
If the other party didn't discover it, the clone would be able to sneak back to Earth and beat up Loki with all his might to steal the scepter.
As for staying behind to ambush the No. 1 flagship? Dream on.
He had destroyed the No. 2 flagship purely because the other party didn't take Earth seriously at all.
Luke had also relied on the expansion and expansion function of his inventory to cheat by stuffing weapons into it from a distance, which was why it had exploded.
There was no way the No. 1 flagship would give him any chance to steal now.
Finding the scepter and locking these guys up was the best way to resolve the crisis.
In less than half a minute, the clone successfully left the spatial gate.
Firstly, the attack on the No. 2 flagship's central control room had caused a lot of chaos among the Chitauri soldiers.
Secondly, the real "artwork" that Luke had put down in the end had finally exploded.
A firework that was a hundred times more dazzling than before exploded in space, directly blowing the center of the No. 2 flagship into pieces.
The tormented X hull finally broke apart into several pieces that flew in all directions.
This caused even more chaos.
At this point, it was impossible for the No. 1 flagship to notice Luke, who was invisible.
Even the Chitauri soldiers near the spatial gate had temporarily stopped entering Earth.
That was because almost half of their units had been "disconnected," which meant that the Chitauri soldiers who were controlling the No. 2 flagship had also suffered heavy casualties.
After slipping out of the spatial gate, Luke immediately sped up and headed straight for the real key to this battle — Loki.
…
On the ground, the two teams were making their final efforts.
Most of them were trying to clear out the Chitauri drones and ground troops around them.
Although about half of the Chitauri soldiers had been disconnected, the other half still numbered in the thousands, and still had the absolute advantage overall. Who knew how long this chaos would last?
Once the Chitauri were done adjusting, even more vicious retaliation would arrive in an instant.
Two second-generation Torturers were beating up Loki, but Loki had also displayed great combat strength. Even Thor looked at the scepter in shock.
This scepter was actually strong enough to compete with the Meow Meow Hammer that Odin had created.
Its material was enough to clash head-on with the Meow Meow Hammer, and the blue energy it released could block the Meow Meow Hammer's lightning, making it even more difficult for Tony, who was wearing the giant pendant.
Tony had been careless at first. He had used the Impact Cannon to block the huge blue ball of light, but it hadn't been able to block it at all.
Fortunately, at the last moment, he had changed the Impact Cannon from blocking to supporting, and the blue ball of light brushed past him. A large piece of the giant pendant's shoulder disappeared as if it had been bitten by a dog.
Looking at the gap that was less than five centimeters away from his body, Tony broke out in a cold sweat. He now had the most intuitive understanding of Selina's warning not to touch the blue ball of light.
He had even ambushed Loki from behind earlier, and Loki, who was in pain, stopped pretending to be cool. He kept casting all kinds of illusions, making it so that Tony's attacks often hit Loki's illusion.
This way, Tony could only restrain Loki in the battle.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
