Super Detective in the Fictional World

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 sturdy 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 identity 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 sturdy 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 shell, the impact was astonishing.