Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 117 Crisis, An Unstoppable Enemy (Second Update)
"Cursed Warrior!!"

Thor, who already knew something about dark elves, immediately exclaimed in surprise.

According to legends circulating in the Asgardian palace, these cursed warriors of the dark elf race possess the power to destroy the world.

Even if hundreds of Asgard's top warriors attacked together, they would not be able to defeat him.

However, all of the above are just legends.

The war with Asgard and the Dark Elves dates back thousands of years, before Thor himself was even born, so he wasn't too afraid at the moment, though a slight sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

Thor was wary, but Tony wasn't.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by being thrown back, Tony got back up.

He unleashed propulsion flames from both hands and feet, charging once more towards the cursed warrior before him.

"Hey, you black-skinned beast."

Before Tony could finish his rant, the Cursed Warrior, who had been standing still, casually raised his hand and threw a punch.

"when--"

A tremendous roar.

Tony, who had been charging forward, was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than he had come.

Immediately following was a series of loud, rumbling impacts.

Tony, nearly stunned by the punch, crashed through several walls before finally coming to a stop amidst the ruins of a building.

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"Huh? Mr. Stark? Are you here to rescue us?"

Jane Foster and Dr. Eric had only recently been placed in this hidden ruin by Gwen.

Looking at Tony, who had suddenly broken through the wall and lay down in front of them, their eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment.

'Mr. Stark, how did you find us?'

Is this the angle from which something falls from the sky?

'Why does he look a bit pathetic sprawled on the ground like that?'

Just as Jane Foster and Gwen were lost in thought, Gwen, who had gone out to help the ordinary citizens, also noticed the commotion and quickly returned.

However, she originally thought that aliens had invaded the area, which is why she hurriedly abandoned the enemy and ran back.

Seeing Tony lying on the ground, he was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Stark?"

Still in a daze, Tony could only hear the various prompts and warnings from the armor system.

He vaguely heard Gwen's urgent calls, and with difficulty opened his blurry eyes, he found that there was only Gwen in front of him.

"Where's that brat Luca?"

Hearing Tony's listless question, Gwen didn't know how to answer for a moment.

In fact, Gwen didn't have time to answer Tony's question at that moment.

When she went out to help the ordinary citizens who were fleeing for their lives, she had already attracted the attention of the dark elves in the ground forces.

At this moment, in order to return in time to rescue Jane Foster and her companion who were "in danger," their actions were made without any attempt to conceal their intentions.

A large group of dark elf warriors wielding energy beam guns were rapidly converging on this side.

With no way to escape behind him and no idea when Tony would recover, Tony lay on the ground.

Gwen immediately pulled her hood up tightly, concealing her resolute and desperate expression, and rushed out without hesitation.

Leaving aside Tony, who is temporarily incapacitated, and Gwen, who is forced into a deadly battle...

Meanwhile, Thor was also in crisis.

Thor naturally wouldn't remain indifferent after seeing Tony being sent flying by a cursed warrior's punch.

But with Malekith's neck still in his hand, he hesitated for a moment. It was in that brief moment of hesitation that Malekith was able to catch his breath.

He immediately roared at his loyal warriors.

"Argorim! Kill him!"

Malekith's roar caused both Thor and the Cursed Warrior to react simultaneously.

Thor raised Mjolnir high, ready to kill the leader of the dark elves no matter what.

But the cursed warrior was a step faster, his figure bursting out in an instant, shattering the ground beneath his feet.

Before Thor could even raise his hammer to its highest point, the cursed warrior had already rushed in front of him.

A punch, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind, slammed heavily into Thor's shoulder.

At that moment, Thor felt as if he had been struck not by a fist, but by a colossal mountain of immense weight.

He was like a cannonball, blasted away without any resistance, crashing through the chaotic street and creating a wide, rubble-filled passage.

"Argorim, this place is yours!"

Seeing that his cursed warriors alone had easily suppressed his opponent, Malekith decisively turned around and walked into the spaceship behind him.

Meanwhile, Thor was sent flying hundreds of meters backward, crashing into and destroying countless buildings.

It only managed to stop when it hit a car parked on the side of the road.

All I could hear was the mournful wail of the wrecked car beneath me.

An elderly man with white hair, still clutching his car keys, stared blankly at his new car, which he had just bought not long ago.

Hey kid! My car!

Ignoring the old man's complaints, I waited until Thor staggered to his feet.

Then he saw that the cursed warrior in the distance had already taken big strides and was charging towards him again.

He watched as the enemy approached him at an increasingly rapid pace.

Thor exerted a slight force with his arm, and Mjolnir immediately began to spin at high speed.

He then suddenly threw his hammer forward.

The attack, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, aimed directly at the cursed warrior's face.

However.
"Clang—"

A tremendous, resounding crash, like the sound of a celestial bell, echoed.

Thor's invincible hammer was actually smashed by the cursed warrior in front of him with a single arm, and he was instantly knocked away.

Watching Mjolnir drift away beyond his control, even Thor, who had previously believed he had a chance of winning, now felt a sense of despair creeping over him.

In that brief moment of Thor's distraction, the cursed warrior's charge speed had already reached its limit.

He transformed into a black afterimage and crashed heavily into Thor.

"Roar--!"

With a roar, the cursed warrior, along with Thor and the wrecked car beneath him, charged forward.

The powerful airflow generated by the rapid charge directly blew the hat off the old man who was still clutching his car keys.

The white-haired old man looked at his beret that had flown far away, then at the car keys in his hand that were now useless, and sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, these heroes these days need to concentrate better during battle!"

As he spoke, the old man tossed the car keys aside, took another key from a large bunch of keys on his waist, and pressed the switch.

Amidst the beeping sounds, he jumped into his other Lamborghini, floored the gas pedal, and drove away from the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)