"Asgardian! Death will soon befall you." A man with half of his face burnt and a black striped cloak behind him, who was obviously different from the other dark elves, stepped out from the soldiers.
He waited for Thor with slightly red eyes, and said grimly: "Why rush here to die in such a hurry?"
Thor's expression remained as tough as ever: "I will not die by your hands, Malekith."
Malekith showed a mocking smile on the only half of his face that was intact, and looked up at the sky.
Eight huge wormholes are looming in the sky, through which the situation of the country on the other side can be vaguely seen.
Knowing that the time was approaching, Malekith took big strides and walked towards Thor: "Really? It seems that you have forgotten how your brother died."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly figure about two meters and five meters tall walked out from behind him and continued to approach Thor.
Malekith stopped and looked up at the sky.
If it was Bor's biological son Odin who came, Malekith would give him an equal status.
The man in front of me is just Bor's grandson and the prince of Asgard. It would be beneath my dignity to pay attention to him.
He had no interest in killing Thor in Watheim, and now that the nine kingdoms were about to gather, he had even less interest in caring about this idiot with a brain full of muscles.
Thor looked at the burly figure striding towards him, his face becoming grim: "Curse the warrior!"
It was this guy who threw the black hole grenade and killed Loki.
"Wait!" Thor was about to take action when a figure leaped out from the wreckage of the museum not far away and slid over.
He turned his head and saw the man's visor opened, revealing a face of a non-chief: "I will deal with this guy, you go kill Malekith."
Thor was stunned and subconsciously turned his head to look at Malekith.
The dark elf leader was wearing black armor, a black cloak, and had a pale complexion.
The newcomer was wearing white armor, with a pair of silver-white wings just retracted behind his back, and had dark skin.
This guy... Could it be the dark elves' old enemy? The eldest prince's thoughts couldn't help but wander for a moment.
The difference in appearance between the two sides is really too weird, it's just the opposite.
"You are that someone..." Thor remembered where he had seen this face, but he couldn't remember where it was.
The secondary clone rolled his eyes: "Wilson's friend, White Wolf. But here they like to call me the Angel of Judgment."
Oh, this guy is in the friendly army information that the knight asked him to look at. Thor suddenly realized it, and then muttered in his heart: Silver Winged Angel vs Dark Elves? Why does it sound so exciting!
White Wolf revealed his identity, and seeing Thor's expression, he knew that he had remembered: "Europe is my territory. Now that they are here, of course I have to entertain them well."
As he said this, he closed his visor, pulled out a long sword from behind his back with his left hand, and rushed towards the cursed warrior.
He is at least an elite mini-boss. It would be a shame to let Thor kill him, so of course Luke has to do it himself.
As for Malekith, the third-level clone Beidou is still waiting.
The white long sword with a black blade drew black shadows in the air and slashed towards the cursed warrior.
The cursed warrior faced forward fearlessly and raised his hand to block.
Ding ding ding ding! The sound of metal collisions rang out.
The burly guy didn't have time to react before he was knocked flying by the huge force of the long sword.
Although the second-level clone only has 20 points of strength, the actual effect coefficient is 12 times. With the coordination of several physical abilities, plus the heavy long sword made by Muto's special shell, the impact force is astonishing.
With a loud bang, the cursed warrior broke the huge stone pillar and crashed into the museum next to it.
Luke's white figure followed closely like a ghost.
The angry roars of the cursed warriors rang out, mixed with the sounds of ping-pong, and a fierce battle broke out inside the museum.
Malekith glanced at the museum in surprise, then turned back to look at the approaching Thor, raised his hand with some dissatisfaction, and waved to the back.
Amidst the clattering sounds, groups of dark elf soldiers raised their energy guns and aimed them at Thor.
Malekith said sarcastically: "Boy, this is not Asgard."
Thor's face was firm, still showing that tough guy expression: "But this is not your hometown. Oh, by the way, your home was bombed by my grandfather a long time ago, and you ran away faster than a dog."
Malekith was disgusted and ordered directly: "Fire."
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The sound of heavy machine gun fire rang out, and armor-piercing shells were fired from all directions.
The soldiers who were preparing to shoot were shot and flew everywhere.
The armor they wear is very strong and can withstand the power of some armor-piercing bullets, but this has become their nightmare.
Their bodies borne greater kinetic energy, turning every soldier hit by machine gun bullets into a bowling ball, knocking their companions around them to the ground.
The Dark Elves' formation was in chaos, so there was no way they could focus their fire on Thor.
Before the soldiers could react, orange, red, light blue and white energy bombs shot from all around.
Unlike machine gun bullets, the huge energy contained in this energy bullet itself cannot be fully resisted by their standard armor.
A soldier would be half-cooked or even partially carbonized if he was hit by two or three bullets at most.
In just a few seconds, hundreds of dark elf soldiers scattered around the Greenwich area were killed.
The Sabre fighters in the air sensed something was wrong and began to turn, preparing to counterattack the firepower points that attacked their teammates.
But the next moment, thick ion beams shot up into the sky and bombarded them.
At the same time, a giant red, white and blue battle armor also rushed into the sky, with eight thin and one thick ion whips on its back twisting and waving, like a rechargeable version of an octopus monster, rapidly passing through the group of saber fighters.
The blazing white ion whip pulled out illusory streaks of light and shadows in the air, sweeping across every Sabre fighter along the way.
Ivan's crazy laughter rang out in the Ursa Minor team channel: "Hahahaha, kids, your Uncle Ivan has made a fortune. I will return your points after this game."
Bat Squad and Ursa Minor: ... How dare you say that so loudly! Is it honorable to cheat a kid for points
Although they were secretly complaining in their hearts, the spirits of the main team and the youth team were also high.
Especially the young people in Ursa Minor who were a little dazed by the Dark Elf fleet, felt deeply ashamed at this moment: Even that crazy uncle Ivan was so brave, are they not as good as him!
The fact is... they are not as good as Ivan.
Although they are not small in number, they mostly use machine guns to provide sufficient firepower coverage, and machine guns are not as destructive as ion cannons.
However, the attack speed and impact force of the armor-piercing shells fired by machine guns are not comparable to those of high-energy ion beams.
At least the large group of dark elf soldiers were hit by the flying armor-piercing bullets and rolled around, looking like a completely defeated army.