Chapter 2050 The War Started, Uncle Ivan Got Rich?

"Asgardians! Death will come to you soon." One half of his face was scorched, and there was a black striped cloak behind him. He was obviously different from other dark elves and stepped out of the small soldiers.

He waited for Thor with slightly red eyes, and said in a dark voice: "Why come to die in such a hurry."

Thor's expression was as firm as ever: "I will not die by your hands, Malekith."

Malekith only had half of his face intact, showing a mocking smile, and looked up at the sky.

Eight huge wormholes are looming in the sky, in which the situation of the other country can be vaguely seen.

Knowing that the time was coming, Malekith took a big step and walked towards Thor: "Really? It seems that you forgot how your brother died."

When the voice fell, a burly figure with a height of 2.5 meters came out from behind him and continued to approach Thor.

Malekith stood still and looked up at the sky.

If Bor's own son Odin came over, Malekith would give him an equal status.

The person in front of him is just the grandson of Bor, the prince of Asgard, so he will lose his status.

He was not interested in killing Thor in Wartheim, and now that the Nine Kingdoms are coming together, he is not interested in managing this muscular fool.

Looking at the burly figure striding forward, Thor's face turned ferocious: "Curse the 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 slid towards him.

He turned his head and saw the man's mask opened, revealing a non-chief's face: "I'll deal with this guy, you go and kill Malekith."

Thor was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously glanced sideways at Malekith.

This dark elf leader was dressed in black armor, a black cloak, and pale complexion.

And the one who just arrived was dressed in white battle armor, with a pair of silver-white wings on his back, and dark skin.

This guy... Could it be the old enemy of the dark elves? The eldest prince's thinking couldn't help but go astray for an instant.

The difference in appearance between the two sides is really weird.

It happened to be the other way around.

"Who are you..." Thor remembered where he had seen this face before, but couldn't remember it.

The secondary clone rolled his eyes: "Wilson's friend, White Wolf. But here they like to call me the Angel of Judgment."

By the way, this person is in the friendly information that the knight let him see. Thor was stunned, and immediately murmured in his heart: Silver-winged angel vs dark elf? How come it sounds so emotional when you hear it!

White Wolf reported his identity, and seeing Thor's expression, he knew he remembered: "Europe is my territory. They are here, of course I have to treat them well."

As he said that, he closed the visor, pulled out a long knife from behind with his left hand, and rushed towards the cursed warrior.

This is at least an elite little boss. It would be a pity for Thor to kill him. Of course, Luke should do it himself.

As for Malekith, the third-level avatar Beidou is still waiting.

Bai drew black shadows in the air with his black-bladed long knife, and slashed at the cursed warrior.

The Cursed Warrior went forward without fear, and blocked it with his hand raised.

Dang bang bang bang! Dense metal impact sounded.

Before the burly guy had time to react, he was sent flying backwards by the huge force of the long knife.

Although the second-level avatar has only 20 points of strength, its actual effect coefficient is 12 times. With the cooperation of several physical abilities, plus the heavy long knife made by Mu Tuo's special carapace, the impact force is astonishing.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the cursed warrior smashed through the huge stone pillar and smashed it into the nearby museum.

Luke's white figure followed him lightly like a ghost.

The angry roar of the cursed warrior sounded, mixed with the sound of ping-pong-pong, and a battle broke out inside the museum.

Malekith glanced at the museum in a little surprise, then turned his head to look at Thor who was approaching, raised his hand a little dissatisfied, and waved at the back.

Amidst the clattering sound, the dark elf soldiers raised their energy guns and pointed them at Thor.

Malekith sneered: "Boy, this is not Asgard."

Thor's face was determined, still the tough guy's standard expression: "But this is not your hometown. Oh, by the way, your house was bombed by my grandpa a long time ago, and you slipped faster than a dog."

Malekith was so disgusted that he directly ordered: "Fire."

Tom tom tom tom tom!

Heavy machine guns sounded, and armor-piercing shells shot from all directions.

The soldiers who were about to shoot were beaten and flew around.

The battle armor on them is very strong and can withstand the power of some armor-piercing bullets, but this has become their nightmare instead.

The greater kinetic energy was borne by their bodies, turning every soldier who was hit by a machine gun bullet into a bowling ball, smashing the surrounding companions to the ground.

The formation of the dark elves was in chaos, and it was impossible for Thor to focus on the fire.

Before the little soldiers could react, orange, red, light blue, and white energy bullets shot from around.

Unlike machine gun bullets, the huge energy contained in this energy bomb itself cannot be completely resisted by their standard armor.

If a soldier is hit with two or three shots at most, his body will be half-cooked by the huge energy, and even partially carbonized.

In a few seconds, hundreds of dark elf soldiers scattered in the area of ​​Greenwich rushed to the street.

The saber fighters in the air sensed something was wrong and began to turn, preparing to counterattack those firepower points that attacked their teammates.

But the next moment, one after another thick ion beams soared into the sky, bombarding them.

At the same time, a giant battle armor of red, white and blue also rushed into the sky, with eight thin and one thick ion whips twisting and waving behind it, like a charged version of the octopus, passing quickly among the saber fighters.

The blazing ion whip pulled out strips of illusory light and shadow in the air, sweeping across every saber fighter along the way.

Ivan's crazy laughter sounded in Ursa Minor's team channel: "Hahahaha, children, your Uncle Ivan has become rich, and I will return your points after this game."

Bat Squad and Ursa Minor: ... You have the nerve to say so loudly! Is it an honor to cheat a child of that point?

Although he was complaining in his heart, the emotions of the main team and the youth team also rose.

Especially the young people in Ursa Minor, who were stunned by the dark elf fleet, felt deeply ashamed at the moment: Ivan, the crazy uncle, is so brave, so why not him!

The truth is...they are not as good as Ivan.

Although there are quite a few of them, most of them use machine guns to provide sufficient firepower coverage, and machine guns are not as destructive as ion cannons.

However, the attack speed and impact of the armor-piercing projectiles fired by machine guns are not comparable to high-energy ion beams.

At least the large dark elf soldiers were beaten and rolled around by the flying armor-piercing bullets, looking a little defeated.