Asgardian! Death will soon come to you. " A man with half of his face burnt and a black striped cloak behind him stepped out of the soldiers. He was obviously different from the other dark elves.
His slightly red eyes stared at Thor as he said gloomily, "Why are you in such a hurry to die?"
Thor's expression was as tough as ever. "I won't die in your hands, Malekith."
Malekith's half-intact face showed a mocking smile as he looked up at the sky.
Eight huge wormholes were looming in the sky, and the situation on the other side could be vaguely seen.
Knowing that time was up, Malekith strode toward Thor. "Is that so? It seems that you forgot how your brother died. "
As soon as he said that, a burly figure 2.5 meters tall walked out from behind him and continued to approach Thor.
Malekith stood still and looked up at the sky.
If it was Bor's son, Odin, Malekith would give the other party an equal status.
The person in front of him was just Bor's grandson, the prince of Asgard.
He had no interest in killing Thor in Watheim, and now that the Nine Worlds were about to gather, he had no interest in dealing with this muscle-brained fool.
Thor looked at the burly figure striding toward him, and his expression became sinister. "Cursed Warrior!"
It was this guy who threw the black hole grenade and killed Loki.
"Wait!" Thor was about to make a move when a figure jumped up from the wreckage of the museum not far away and glided over.
He turned his head and saw the person's visor open, revealing an unlucky face. "I'll deal with this guy. You go kill Malekith."
Thor was taken aback and subconsciously looked sideways at Malekith.
This dark elf leader was dressed in black armor and a black cloak, and his skin was pale.
The one who had just arrived was dressed in white armor, a pair of silver-white wings that had just retracted behind him, and his skin was dark.
Is this guy … the enemy of the dark elves? The prince's thoughts couldn't help but wander for a moment.
The difference in their appearances was simply too strange, and they were the exact opposite of each other.
"Who are you …" Thor remembered where he had seen this face before, but he couldn't remember for a moment.
The level-two clone rolled his eyes. "Wilson's friend, White Wolf. But here they like to call me the Angel of Judgment. "
That's right, this person is in the information that Knight showed me. Thor suddenly understood, and then he muttered in his heart, Silver-winged Angels vs. Dark Elves? Why does it sound so cool?!
Seeing Thor's expression, White Wolf knew that Thor remembered. "Europe is my territory. Since they're here, of course I have to entertain them well. "
As he spoke, he turned off his visor, pulled out a long sword from his back with his left hand, and rushed toward the cursed warrior.
This was at least an elite boss, and it would be a pity to let Thor kill him. Of course, Luke had to do it himself.
As for Malekith, his Level 3 clone, Big Dipper, was still waiting.
Bai's long sword with a black blade slashed through the air towards the Cursed Warrior.
The Curse Warrior was fearless as it raised its hand to block the attack.
Clang clang clang clang! The sound of metal clashing rang out.
The burly guy didn't have time to react and was sent flying by the huge force of the long sword.
Although the level-two clone only had 20 Strength, it was actually 12 times more effective. With the combination of several physical abilities and the heavy long sword made from Muto's special carapace, the impact was astonishing.
With a rumble, the Cursed Warrior smashed through a huge stone pillar and smashed into the museum next to it.
Luke's white figure floated lightly like a ghost as he followed closely behind.
The furious roars of the cursed warriors were heard, and they started fighting in the museum along with the sounds of banging and banging.
Malekith looked at the museum in surprise, then turned around to look at Thor, who was approaching. He raised his hand in dissatisfaction and waved behind him.
With a clatter, the dark elf soldiers raised their energy guns and aimed at Thor.
Malekith said mockingly, "Kid, this isn't Asgard."
Thor's face was firm, and he still had the standard expression of a tough guy. "But this isn't your hometown either. Oh, right, my grandpa blew up your house a long time ago. You ran away faster than a dog. "
Disgusted, Malekith directly ordered, "Open fire."
Bang, bang, bang!
The heavy sound of cannons rang out, and armor-piercing bullets were fired from all directions.
The soldiers who were about to open fire were sent flying everywhere.
Their armor was very strong and could withstand some of the armor-piercing bullets, but this became their nightmare.
Their bodies withstood more of the kinetic energy, and every soldier who was hit by the cannons turned into a bowling ball as they smashed their companions around them.
The dark elves' formation was in chaos, and it was naturally impossible to focus fire on Thor.
Before the soldiers could react, orange-red, light-blue, and dazzling white energy bullets were fired from all directions.
Unlike machine gun bullets, these energy bullets contained enormous amounts of energy that their standard armor could not completely defend against.
A soldier could take two or three shots at most before their bodies were half-cooked or even partially carbonized.
In just a few seconds, hundreds of Dark Elves scattered around Greenwich were dead.
The Saber fighter in the air sensed that something was wrong and started to turn around, preparing to counterattack the firepower that had attacked their teammates.
But in the next moment, thick beams of ions shot into the sky and bombarded their bodies.
At the same time, a giant red, white, and blue armor also rushed into the sky, eight thin and one thick ion whip waving behind it. Like a charging version of an octopus monster, it quickly swept through the Saber fighter group.
The blazing white ion whip pulled out illusory shadows in the air, sweeping through every Saber fighter along the way.
Ivan's crazy laughter sounded in the Ursa Minor team channel. "Hahahaha, kids, your Uncle Ivan is rich. After this battle, I'll return your points."
The bat squad and Ursa Minor: … You have the nerve to say that so loudly! Is it glorious to cheat points from kids?
Although they were cursing in their hearts, the main team and youth team were also in high spirits.
Especially the young people in the Ursa Minor who were shocked by the dark elf fleet, they also felt deeply ashamed. Even that crazy uncle Ivan was so brave. Were they not as good as him?!
The truth was … they really were not as good as Ivan.
Although they had a lot of people, they used cannons to provide enough firepower coverage, and the damage of cannons was not as great as ion cannons.
But the attack speed and impact of the armor-piercing bullets fired by the cannons were not comparable to the high-energy ion beams.
At least the large number of dark elf soldiers were sent rolling around by the flying armor-piercing bullets, looking a little defeated.
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