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Chapter 255 There was no time to mourn the dead dark elves!

The Dark Elf fleet has just arrived in London, England.

Malekith was in high spirits, having just awakened from his slumber, when his old rival fled in fear.

Now, if he can acquire the Ether, the entire universe will be in his grasp.

But just as he was feeling triumphant, an unidentified flying object, a mixture of strong air currents and liquid, hurtled directly toward him.

In an instant, under the terrifying acceleration of kinetic energy, the entire city of London trembled violently.

The breath of the white night burst forth with a temperature of tens of millions of degrees in an instant, and the intense light was thousands of times more dazzling than the sun.

Within the stratosphere, a powerful storm surged forth, followed closely by a deafening roar powerful enough to shatter a human body into a pulp.

Malekith, who was in the airship, felt as if the whole world had shattered in an instant. The blinding light and the roar of the dragons surrounded him, making it impossible for him to think.

Then came a dizzying sensation as a strong gust of air swept through.

It was as if an endless sandstorm had sucked in all the airships and storms, causing them to begin spinning like a washing machine.

The four or five airships around him, which were only a few kilometers away from the breath, were instantly torn apart by the terrifying storm, leaving not even a trace.

As for London below, it only felt a sudden, earth-shaking tremor amidst the light.

The entire city was directly opened by a protective array reinforced by superpowered individuals, but it was still torn apart by the terrifying storm.

The next second, all the residents of London will be torn apart by the terrifying storm, and they may not even realize they are going to die until they die.

But at the crucial moment, Bai Ye's stance spread through the passage, instantly protecting the surrounding area for thousands of miles.

This averted the danger of the entire city of London being swept directly into outer space.

"Didn't it die?" Bai Ye looked at the spaceship spinning like clothes in a washing machine in the huge tornado in front of him. At this rate, two spaceships would indeed survive.

Just as White Night was about to strike again, Gwen noticed the battlefield below through her right eye, which was pressed against her sweaty cheek by her hair and she was panting heavily.

A thought arose in my mind.

"Since these stinky aliens are already here, why not just let them have some fun?"

As this thought arose, a golden light flashed, and the spaceship that had been dancing in the storm and had not yet been swallowed up disappeared.

Then the turbulent atmosphere suddenly stabilized, the airflow returned to calm, and only the debris from the destroyed spaceship fell from the sky with a crash.

Above Antarctica, a badly damaged airship appeared out of thin air amidst a flash of golden light.

Below, the battle was raging fiercely, with all sorts of light waves and sounds colliding, while also having to guard against attacks from the gunners next door.

Then, in an instant, several fighters who were fighting felt a shadow cover the sky and envelop them.

Just by looking up, they saw several battle-damaged airships, each over a hundred meters long, hurtling towards them.

"Holy shit!" a criminal from the central district yelled, hastily dodging his opponent's attack and then avoiding the sneak attack that came from above.

Standing at a distance, the criminals stared at the crashing spaceship, cursing under their breath.

The guns unit next door not only has nuclear bombs, but could this thing that looks like an alien spaceship have also been dropped from there?

Do they really think this place is a dumping ground? The contestant next door is so rude!

But the next moment, a resounding voice rang in everyone's ears.

[This is the alien spaceship I just shot down. You can borrow the rest to play with.]

[Now kill those aliens inside. The top 5 with the most kills will be guaranteed a spot in the next round. Those who don't meet the requirement will continue the competition.]

[Hmm...the person who killed their leader Malekith would also receive an extra spot.]

The voice beside them was incredibly familiar, for they had heard Bai Ye's speeches countless times, and they immediately recognized that the speaker was His Majesty.

But then, a surge of ecstasy welled up in their hearts.

Killing these people will grant you at least five victory slots, while here you toil away for just one!

"How am I supposed to run a market?! What the hell are these aliens?!" a criminal roared.

In an instant, everyone's eyes gleamed with bloodlust as they fixed their gazes on the massive airships, as eager as Gorky was to a book.

"What just happened?"

Inside the spaceship, Malekith rubbed his spinning head, feeling as if his brain had been shaken clean.

But the next moment, a clanging sound came from outside.

"What's going on! Who attacked us!" His face showed some panic, and an unexpected feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.

With his eyes on the screen, he saw the scene outside the spaceship: thousands of humans with red eyes, crying for food, were rushing towards this place.

Yes, thousands!

Not only in the Extraordinary Zone, but criminals from several other surrounding districts also dropped their matches upon hearing the news and rushed over from across the districts.

Rather than competing against people enhanced to the point of being supermodels, it's easier to fight aliens. At least these guys seem closer to ordinary people than criminals like themselves.

After all, these competitions are too intense—singing against singers with alluring voices, playing chess against people whose brains have super-powered computing abilities that rival computers…

This is a competition of which region has the highest level of cheating. In that case, why not just target these aliens?

After all, these aliens aren't monsters who can punch out craters dozens of meters deep, jump to the finish line of a marathon with only three footprints, or use nuclear bombs more frequently than American gangsters engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Malekith's expression twisted for a moment as he watched the monsters moving swiftly in the distance.

No wonder Asgard is deserted; it turns out they... all came to settle in Midgard?

But before he could even catch his breath, he saw a muscular, broad-shouldered man suddenly leap up.

Amidst the billowing dust, he instantly traversed a distance of over a thousand meters, unleashing a right punch at several times the speed of sound.

[Lightning Speed]!

Mashiva roared, and in an instant, his speed defied the laws of physics, increasing to three times its original speed.

His right fist vanished as if in a frame skip, only to reappear slamming into the dark elf fleet.

Then, amidst a deafening roar, the hundreds-of-meters-tall spaceship, its surface composed of an indestructible alloy, was instantly cleaved in two by a right fist and sent flying backward.

The earth seemed to tremble and groan, and some of the dark elves inside the spaceship were killed by the force of that punch.

"Victory belongs to the Indian region!" Mashiwacha roared to the sky, and the next moment a blinding light suddenly appeared, engulfing his figure!

That's right, it's a hydrogen bomb!

There was no time to mourn the fallen dark elves; instead, players from the gun-fighting section next door rushed to the battlefield!

(End of this chapter)