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Chapter 256 That's incredibly authentic!

Malekith's feelings were complex on the battlefield in Antarctica.

Amidst the panic and helplessness, there was a hint of speechlessness.

Looking at the thousands of contestants, their eyes bloodshot and surging towards them like zombies, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Only a few thousand years have passed... have these Asgardians gone this mad?"

He didn't believe at all that these monsters were Midgardians; in his mind, he still considered the criminals to be Asgardians.

At this moment, Malekith thought that Mashiva, who had broken a ship with a single punch in the distance, must be the new prince of Asgard.

But as he made that judgment, he saw the glowing hydrogen bomb engulf the Asgardian prince.

"Is this... a lord killer?" Malekith wondered uncertainly.

In the distance, a player from the adjacent weapons section, a sinister smile on his face, put away his submachine gun.

Inside the magazine of the submachine gun are dozens of space-compressed hydrogen bombs that are launched at the speed of sound, stored using spatial capabilities.

"With too many monks and too little porridge, the more people die, the greater my chances of winning!"

"If I kill everyone else, I can win even if I only kill one dark elf," the player thought to himself.

He wasn't the only one; everyone else at the scene shared the same thought.

These people were already death row inmates who had been living on the edge of death and were about to be executed. Now, even with Malekith's head included, the Dark Elves only had six spots left.

In this situation, cooperating is wishful thinking; it would be better to eliminate the other main forces first.

After all, we've already seen the strength of those aliens; they're just a bunch of weak and useless trash.

"roar!!!"

The next moment, accompanied by a roar, a figure rushed out from the mushroom cloud—it was Mahiva Cha!

Relying on its formidable strength, it miraculously survived the nuclear explosion.

Although he wasn't in the very core, the terrifying heat still obliterated most of his body.

But in an instant, the blessing of immortality bestowed upon him by several superpowered individuals took effect, allowing him to survive as long as 50% of his limbs remained intact.

At the same time, under the blessing of healing, his limbs began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he would be fully recovered in no time.

Even so, the fear of almost dying just now still made him furious, and his murderous eyes looked in the direction from which the nuclear bomb was coming.

"Very well! Very well!" Mashiwa sneered repeatedly, "Since that's the case, let's kill you all first, and the final victory will still be ours."

To the astonished eyes of the gun-wielding contestants, Mashiwacha traversed a distance of over a thousand meters in the blink of an eye.

By the time he realized what was happening, his head was already in Mahivacha's hand and crushed instantly.

With bloodshot eyes, Mashiva Cha held a hydrogen bomb submachine gun in his hand, pulled down the magazine, took out the bullets, and looked around at the entire arena.

[Lightning Speed]!

In an instant, more than a dozen hydrogen bombs, brimming with internal energy and launched at dozens of times the speed of sound, were launched.

Amidst the terrified gazes of most of the contestants, a series of violent explosions occurred.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

His exceptional physical strength, combined with the destructive weapon in his hand, instantly turned the surroundings into a sea of ​​death and fire.

Baiye's decision, which seemingly vacated six unclaimed positions and reduced competition, actually led to an even fiercer battle.

The next moment, amidst the intense heat and flames created by the nuclear bomb, the chaotic battle began!

Before the Dark Elves were wiped out, these criminals had already started fighting amongst themselves.

After all, given the strength of the Dark Elves, they don't need to worry about being unable to defeat them. Their biggest challenge now is how to survive the battles against other competitors.

"What's wrong with these guys?" Malekith was devastated.

Watching the contestant who could take down a ship with a single punch and use a nuclear bomb like a firecracker, he was already frantically considering giving up.

He wanted to leave, but the criminals around him wouldn't let him get away with it.

Seeing a spaceship hovering nearby, the next moment various colored light waves directly blasted the spaceship to pieces.

Looking at the shattered wreckage of the spaceship next door, he fell into complete silence.

He suddenly felt that it would be better to stay inside the ship and do nothing.

And so, the Dark Elves, who were preparing to come to Earth to collect the Aether particles, were forced to cower inside their ships and watch the contestants' exciting performances live without having to buy tickets.

If they hadn't known the inside story, the dark elves would have even thought that this group of people were the invaders.

But his small boat couldn't protect him for long. Under the intense heat, the battle was over in less than ten minutes.

Most of the players who were drawn to the area have now perished in the aftershocks of the nuclear bombardment.

The rest managed to escape the superpowered group with difficulty, feeling terrified that the place was too chaotic.

The next moment, Malekith felt a bright light above his head, and the top of the ship was lifted off.

Five heads poked their heads in, looking at him with the eyes of someone eyeing a fat sheep.

"You want... uh!" Malekith tried to speak, but one of the contestants grabbed her by the neck and pulled her out of the spaceship like a radish.

"This must be the chicken His Majesty was talking about," one contestant said, using a translator so the others could understand.

"Why does he look so weak? He's only at the level of an average player," one player said in confusion.

"That chicken is worth a spot, is it really that weak? Could there be some mistake?" someone asked uncertainly.

"But he's already the most powerful one we've found; all the other dark elves have been killed by us."

"Hey, I'm asking you, what's your name for doing this job?" One of the contestants slapped Malekith across the face, leaving him completely stunned.

"This alien bumpkin probably can't understand our sophisticated Earth language; he probably can't understand anything we say!"

The group chatted leisurely, completely ignoring Malekith in their hands.

This is an utter disgrace, a complete and utter disgrace!

He, the Dark Elf, once had the potential to dominate the Nine Realms, yet he is being treated like trash. This is outrageous!

Thinking of this, he stiffened his neck, glared at the group without hesitation, and then said in the most honest tone, "Brothers, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name isn't Malekith. The leader just sneaked away and went in that direction."

As he spoke, he pointed in another direction without hesitation.

"Hey~ This guy speaks Earth dialect so fluently! That's amazing." The group didn't seem worried about their target getting away, and their expressions were extremely relaxed.

After all, the five people present had already given all the dark elves to Tutu, and they could all survive as long as nothing unexpected happened. Now they just wanted to get double the reward.

So, seeing that Malekith was worthless, a criminal swung his large hand and slapped him directly.

"Hey, no..." Malekith's pupils constricted sharply as he tried to stop him.

"Snapped!"

(End of this chapter)