Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 2033 - 2033 Battle, Uncle Ivan Is Rich?

Chapter 2033 - 2033 Battle, Uncle Ivan Is Rich?

2033 Battle, Uncle Ivan Is Rich?

“Asgardian! Death will come to you soon.” A man with half his face burnt and wearing a black cape stepped out from among the soldiers; he was clearly different from the other Dark Elves.

He looked at Thor with slightly red eyes and said gloomily, “Why rush to die?”

Thor’s expression was as unyielding as ever. “I won’t die at your hands, Malekith.”

With only half his face intact, Malekith smiled mockingly and looked up.

Eight huge wormholes appeared in the sky.

Knowing that it was almost time, Malekith strode over to Thor. “Really? It seems you forgot how your brother died.”

As soon as he said that, a st.u.r.dy figure 2.5 meters tall walked out from behind him and approached Thor.

Malekith, on the other hand, stopped and looked up at the sky.

If it was Bor’s son, Odin, who had come, Malekith would have met him on equal ground.

The person in front of him was just Bor’s grandson, the prince of Asgard. It was beneath Malekith to bother with him.

He had no interest in killing Thor back then. Now that the Nine Realms were converging, he was even less interested in dealing with this idiot with a head full of muscles.

Thor looked at the tall stranger who was striding over, and his expression turned fierce. “Kursed warrior!”

It was this guy who had thrown out a black hole grenade and killed Loki.

“Wait!” Thor was about to take action, when a figure jumped out of the remains of the museum not far away and glided over.

He turned around and saw the man’s helmet open to reveal an African-American face. “I’ll deal with this guy. You take down Malekith.”

Stunned, Thor subconsciously turned his head to look at Malekith.

The leader of the Dark Elves was wearing black armor and a black cape, and his skin was pale.

The newcomer was wearing white armor, had a pair of silver-white wings on his back, and his skin was dark.

Was this guy… an archenemy of the Dark Elves? The crown prince couldn’t help but wonder.

The contrast was stark.

“Who are you…” Thor remembered that he had seen this face before, but couldn’t recall where exactly.

The Level 2 clone rolled its eyes. “Wilson’s friend, White Wolf. But here, they like to call me Angel of Judgment.”

Right, this person was in the information of their allies which Knight had told Thor to look at. Enlightened, Thor mumbled inwardly: Silver-Winged Angel vs Dark Elf?

White Wolf made his ident.i.ty known and, seeing Thor’s expression, he knew that the latter had remembered him. “Europe is my territory. Since they’re here, of course I have to entertain them.”

With that, he closed his helmet, drew a longsword from his back with his left hand, and charged at the Kursed warrior.

This person was at least an elite minor boss. It would be a shame if Thor killed him. Naturally, Luke had to do it himself.

As for Malekith, the Level 3 clone, Big Dipper, was still waiting.

White Wolf’s longsword drew dark streaks through the air as it slashed at the Kursed warrior.

The Kursed warrior met the attack fearlessly and raised his hand to block.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Before the tall and st.u.r.dy guy could react, he was sent flying by the huge force of the longsword.

Although the Level 2 clone only had 20 Strength, the actual coefficient effect was 12 times greater. Adding on the combination of several physical abilities and the heavy longsword made from special Muto sh.e.l.l, the impact was astonis.h.i.+ng.

The Kursed warrior smashed through the huge pillar and into the museum.

Luke’s white figure followed him like a ghost.

The Kursed warrior roared angrily, and a huge battle broke out inside the museum.

Malekith looked at the museum in surprise, then looked back at Thor, who was approaching him. He raised his hand unhappily and waved behind him.

With a clatter, the Dark Elf soldiers raised their energy guns and aimed at Thor.

Malekith said mockingly, “Boy, this isn’t Asgard.”

Thor’s face was determined, and he still had a tough expression. “But this isn’t your hometown. Oh, right, my grandfather blew that up long ago. You slipped away faster than a dog.”

Disgusted, Malachis ordered, “Fire.”

Thump thump thump thump!

Heavy machine gun fire rang out as armor-piercing bullets were fired from all directions.

The soldiers who had been about to start firing were sent flying.

Their armor was very st.u.r.dy and could withstand some of the force from the armor-piercing bullets, but this conversely became their nightmare.

Their bodies took the brunt of the impact, and every soldier who was. .h.i.t by the machine gun fire turned into a bowling ball, smas.h.i.+ng their comrades to the ground.

The Dark Elves were in a mess, and naturally couldn’t focus on Thor.

Before the soldiers could react, blazing white energy bullets shot out.

Unlike machine gun fire, the energy contained in these bullets wasn’t something that the soldiers’ standard armor could completely withstand.

A soldier could only take two or three bullets at most before their body was roasted by the huge energy or even partially disintegrated.

In just a few seconds, hundreds of Dark Elven soldiers scattered around Greenwich had fallen.

Sensing that something was wrong, the fighter planes in the air turned around and prepared to launch a counterattack.

But in the next moment, thick plasma beams shot into the sky and hit them.

At the same time, a huge red, white and blue suit of armor charged into the sky. The eight plasma whips on its back twisted and waved as it swept through the planes like a monster octopus.

The white plasma whips swept over every plane in its path.

Ivan laughed wildly on Ursa Minor’s team channel. “Hahahaha, kids, your Uncle Ivan is rich. I’ll pay back your credit points after this match.”

The Bat Squad and Ursa Minor: …You have the cheek to say that so loudly! Is it a grand thing to cheat kids out of credit points?

Even as they cursed inwardly, the spirits of both teams were lifted.

The youngsters in Ursa Minor, in particular, who had been stunned by the Dark Elf fleet, felt deeply ashamed. Even Ivan, that crazy uncle, was so brave. Could it be that they weren’t as good as he was?

The truth was… they really weren’t as good as Ivan.

Although there were more of them, most of them were using machine guns, which weren’t as damaging as plasma cannons.

However, the speed and impact of the armor-piercing bullets were on par with the high-energy plasma beams.

At the very least, a large number of the Dark Elf soldiers were sent rolling by the armor-piercing bullets, and looked like they were completely routed.