Super Detective in the Fictional World

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

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

Thor's face was as strong as ever: "I won't die in your hands, Malekis."

Only half of his face remained intact, with a mocking smile, Malekis looked up to the sky.

Eight huge wormholes are looming in the sky, and the situation of the other country is faintly visible among them.

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

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

Malekis stood still and looked up at the sky.

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

The grandson of Bor's, the prince of Asgard in front of him, took care of his fall.

He had no interest in killing Thor in Wattheim, and now that the nine nations are gathering together, he has no interest in controlling this muscular fool.

Thor looked at the burly figure coming in strides, his expression grimace: "Curse the warrior!"

It was this guy who threw a black hole grenade and killed Loki.

"Wait!" Thor was about to do it, and a figure leaped from the wreckage of the museum not far away and slid over.

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

Thor was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced sideways at Malekis.

The dark elf leader had a black armor, a black cloak, and a pale complexion.

The newcomer was wearing a white armor and a pair of silver-white wings just recovered behind his back. His skin was dark.

Is this...is the enemy of the dark elves?The thinking of the prince couldn't help running away for a moment.

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

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

The second-level 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 Cavaliers let him see.Thor suddenly murmured in his heart: Silver Winged Angel vs Dark Elf?Why does it look so impressive when you hear it!

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

As he closed his visor, his left hand backhand drew a long knife from behind and rushed towards the cursed soldier.

This is at least an elite little boss, it is a pity to kill Thor, of course Luke has to do it himself.

As for Malekis, the third-level clone Beidou is still waiting.

Bai drew a black-bladed long knife into the air, slashing at the cursed warrior.

The cursed warrior greeted him without fear, raising his hand to block.

Clang clang clang!Dense metal crashes sounded.

Before this burly fellow had time to react, he was chopped upside down by the huge power of the long knife.

Although the second level clone only has 20 points of strength, the actual effect coefficient is 12 times. There are several physical abilities that cooperate, plus the heavy long knife made by Mutona's special carapace, and the impact is amazing.

In the rumbling sound, the cursed soldier broke the huge stone pillar and smashed it into the nearby museum.

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

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

Malekis took a surprised look at the museum, then looked back at the approaching Thor, raised his hand a little dissatisfied, and beckoned to the back.

In the sound of a clatter, the dark elf soldiers took up their energy guns and aimed them at Thor.

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

Thor's face was firm, still the standard expression of that tough guy: "But this is not your hometown. Oh, yes, your home was bombed by my grandfather a long time ago, and you slid faster than the dog."

Malekis was disgusted and directly ordered: "Fire."

Tom tom tom tom tom tom!

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

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

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

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

The formation of the dark elves was in chaos, so Jihuo Thor naturally couldn't talk about it.

Before the soldiers could react, an orange-red, light-blue, and white energy bomb shot from around.

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

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

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

The Sabre fighters in the air sensed something was wrong and began to turn, preparing to counter the firepower points that had attacked their teammates.

But the next moment, thick ion beams rose into the sky and bombarded them.

At the same time, a giant armor of red, white and blue also rushed into the sky, with eight thin and one thick ion whip twisting and waving behind it, like a rechargeable octopus monster, quickly passing through the army of saber fighters.

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

Ivan’s crazy laugh resounded in Ursa Minor’s team channel: "Hahahaha, kids, your uncle Ivan has gotten rich, and I will return your points after playing this game."

Bat Squad and Ursa Minor: ...you are embarrassed to say so loudly!Is it glorious to lie to children?

The mood of the main team and the youth team is also rising.

Especially the young people in Ursa Minor who were stunned by the Dark Elf fleet at this moment also felt deeply ashamed: Just the crazy uncle Ivan is so brave, isn't he inferior to him!

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

Although they have a large number of them, they mostly use machine guns to provide sufficient firepower coverage, which is not as destructive as ion guns.

However, the attack speed and impact force of the armor-piercing projectile fired by the machine gun is not comparable to that of the high-energy ion beam.

At least the large group of dark elf soldiers were hit by the armor-piercing bullets flying horizontally and rolled around, looking a little bit ragged.