London, England. The Dark Elves' fleet had just arrived.
Malekith was in high spirits, having just awakened from his slumber, and his old rival had fled in fear.
Now, all he needed to do was obtain the Aether, and the entire universe would be in his grasp.
But just as he was feeling triumphant, an unidentified flying object, composed of powerful airflow and liquid, hurtled towards him.
In an instant, London trembled violently under the acceleration of terrifying kinetic energy.
Bai Ye's breath erupted with temperatures of tens of millions of degrees in a flash, the intense light a thousand, ten thousand times brighter than the sun.
Within the stratosphere, a surging super-storm arose, followed closely by a deafening roar, powerful enough to pulverize a human body.
Malekith, inside his flying ship, felt the entire world shatter in an instant. The blinding light and the roar of the dragon now surrounded him, making thought impossible.
Then came a dizzying sensation, a surge of intense air currents.
It was as if an endless sandstorm was engulfing all the flying ships, spinning them like a giant washing machine.
Four or five flying ships near him, only a few kilometers away from the breath, were instantly torn apart by the terrifying storm, leaving not a single fragment behind.
As for London below, it only felt a tremor amidst the light.
The entire city's defensive array, reinforced by super-powered individuals, was directly shattered by the terrifying storm.
In the next second, all the residents of London would be torn apart by the terrifying storm, perhaps not even realizing they were about to die.
But at a crucial moment, Bai Ye's Stand extended through the channel, instantly protecting a thousand miles around.
Thus, the danger of London being directly swept into the outer space of the universe was averted.
"Didn't blow them away?" Bai Ye watched the flying ships spinning in the giant tornado like clothes in a washing machine. At this rate, it seemed two ships could survive.
Just as Bai Ye prepared another attack, Gwen, her right eye visible through strands of sweaty hair, noticed the battlefield below. She was panting.
A thought arose in her mind.
'Since these stinky aliens are already here, why not let them play around?'
As this thought surfaced, a golden light flashed, and the flying ships still dancing in the storm and not yet swallowed disappeared.
Then, the turbulent atmosphere suddenly stilled, and the airflow became calm again, leaving only the wreckage of the destroyed ships falling from the sky, crashing down.
Above Antarctica, the severely damaged flying ships appeared out of thin air in a flash of golden light.
Below, the battle raged, with various beams of light and sounds clashing, while also defending against attacks from the Firearms Group next door.
Then, in an instant, the few contestants in the midst of battle felt a shadow cover the sky, enveloping them.
Just by looking up, they saw several heavily damaged, hundred-meter-long flying ships hurtling towards them.
"Holy shit!" A criminal from the Indian District roared, hurriedly dodging his opponent's attack before evading the surprise attack from above.
Standing at a distance, the criminals stared at the falling flying ships, cursing internally.
The Firearms Group next door not only has nuclear weapons; could this thing, which looked like an alien spaceship, also be something they threw over? Do they really treat this place like a garbage dump? The contestants next door are truly impolite!
But in the next moment, a vast voice resounded in everyone's ears.
[These are alien spaceships I just shot down. I'll let you all play with the rest.] [Kill those aliens inside now. The top 5 with the most kills will receive guaranteed promotion and be exempt from death. The rest who don't meet the standard will continue the competition.] [Hmm... Whoever kills their leader, Malekith, will also get an extra spot.]
The voice in their ears was incredibly familiar. Having heard White Night's speeches countless times, they immediately recognized the speaker as His Majesty.
But then, a surge of wild joy flooded their hearts.
Killing these people would earn them at least 5 victory slots, while they'd been toiling here, barely able to compete for one!
"Screw this, I'm going for the market!" one of the criminals roared. "Let's go kill those damn aliens!"
In an instant, bloodlust filled everyone's eyes as they fixed their gazes on the giant flying ships, their hunger as intense as Gorky's for a book.
"What just happened?"
Inside the ship, Malekith rubbed his dizzy head, feeling as though his brain had been scrambled.
But the next moment, the sound of clanging collisions came from outside.
"What's going on! Who's attacking!" A touch of panic flashed across his face, a feeling of the unexpected taking root in his heart.
Using the screen, he could see the scene outside the flying ship. Thousands of humans, their eyes glowing red, were rushing towards it, hungry?
Yes, thousands!
It wasn't just the extraordinary zones; criminals from several other major districts, upon hearing the news, abandoned their competitions and crossed districts to rush here.
It was better to fight aliens than compete against people enhanced to the point of being overpowered. At least these guys looked closer to ordinary people than the criminals themselves.
After all, these competitions were too intense. Competing in singing with a vocalist who could charm with their voice, or playing chess against someone whose brain's processing power rivaled a computer...
It was all about which district had the better cheating methods. So, it was better to aim for these aliens directly.
After all, these aliens weren't the kind of people who could punch dozens of meters deep into the ground with a single blow, or jump to the finish line of a marathon leaving only three footprints, or use nuclear bombs more frequently than American gangs used handguns.
Malekith's expression twisted for a moment as he watched the fast-moving monsters in the distance.
No wonder no one was in Asgard. Turns out they... all came to Midgard to settle down?
But before he could recover, he saw a burly man with bulging muscles and a broad back leap up.
In the billowing dust, he instantly crossed a distance of thousands of meters, his right fist punching out at several times the speed of sound.
Godspeed!
Mahivacha roared, and in an instant, his speed transcended the laws of physics, tripling his original velocity.
His right fist vanished as if skipping frames, reappearing to slam into the Dark Elves' fleet.
Amidst the deafening explosions, a hundred-meter-tall ship, its hull composed of an indestructible alloy, was cleaved in two by that single punch, hurtling backward.
The earth seemed to tremble and wail. Inside the ship, some of the Dark Elves were killed instantly by the impact.
"Victory belongs to the Indian District!" Mahivacha roared towards the heavens, and the next moment, a blinding light erupted, engulfing him!
Yes, it was a hydrogen warhead!
There was no time to mourn the fallen Dark Elves. Following close behind, arriving on the battlefield, were the contestants from the Firearms Group!
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