IMUC Chapter 490 Enemy Assault, Battle Continues

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Bang!

The Cursed Warrior, with blood spurting from his mouth, flew backward, crashing through the art sculptures and street lamps of the central plaza, carving a 50-meter-long groove in the road, before finally collapsing unconscious next to a ruined wall.

A ripple in space passed gently by, causing the Cursed Warrior to vanish from the scene, randomly transported to an unknown location.

"One down," Kyle remarked nonchalantly while calmly withdrawing his right fist. Being able to severely wound the Dark Elves' elite - the Cursed Warrior - with a single blow was within his expectations.

After all, the Cursed Warrior had already spent much of his energy fighting Thor. 

Coupled with the accumulation of binary energy, it would be difficult for anyone to withstand an energy impact on the level of the Infinity Gems without being caught off guard.

"Wait. Where are Malekith and Thor? Where did they go?"

Kyle looked up in surprise, and then his pupils suddenly constricted.

The once cloudy sky over London had spawned a massive tornado, its colossal eye revealing several bizarre world portals - eight to be exact, stacked like hamburgers.

"This is the real Convergence," Kyle muttered as he squinted in concentration. Through the vortex eye, his sharp golden pupils glimpsed the Asgard surrounded by stars, the dark realm shrouded in sand and mist, the icy world of Frost, the fiery realm of Flames, and the lifeless world of Death.

The territories under Asgard's rule were divided into the Nine Realms, each of which functioned as a separate world, separated by barriers that usually did not interfere with or disturb one another.

Among them, Earth and some part of the galaxy are part of the Human World, the most prosperous and flourishing regions of the Nine Realms.

For millennia, Asgard has worked to maintain the balance of the Nine Realms, keeping ancient forces such as the Frost Giants and Dark Elves from invading the human world.

Unfortunately, the Nine Realms have a cycle of unification and division.

These thoughts were off-topic, but judging by the speed of the Convergence, Kyle deduced some troubling news.

Asgard's influence over the Nine Realms was waning, and Asgard's power could ultimately be traced back to Odin's essence.

"The All-Father, Odin... is he nearing his end?" Kyle murmured softly as thunder suddenly split the sky, deafening and resonant with each other as lightning bisected the sky.

Just by uttering those words, the world seemed to shake!

Meanwhile, in the Dark World.

Thor suddenly appeared in the air, tumbling down a dune, and rolling uncontrollably down a slope. He stretched out his right hand and kept summoning Mjolnir, but since it was still on Earth in London, crossing the realms would obviously take some time.

Thor finally stopped at the bottom of the hill, spitting sand from his mouth as he scanned his surroundings, searching for the Cursed Warrior.

Whoosh-'

A ripple swept past, and a figure with sharp horns, bone armor, and a burly physique appeared - who else could it be but the Cursed Warrior?

Thor's eyes widened gravely as he saw this and he clenched his fists, ready for battle, only to see the Cursed Warrior roll over and lie unconscious in a sprawled position on the sand five meters away.

"Are you playing dead?"

Thor raised an eyebrow in confusion and took a step forward, noting that the Cursed Warrior had blood gushing from its mouth and nose. His seemingly indestructible bone armor was cracked, and his chest was severely sunken, bearing a conspicuous fist imprint.

Seeing this scene, Thor's confusion turned into a wry smile. Severely injuring and nearly incapacitating an opponent he'd battled for dozens of rounds in a matter of seconds, there weren't many in the Nine Realms who could do that.

"Kyle, how could you take down my opponent..."

Thor scratched his head in frustration. Just then, a figure fell from a ripple in the sky above the slope in front of him, crashing down onto the top of the dune and kicking up a storm of dust and debris.

"Hmm?"

Thor quickly covered his mouth and nose, and when the dust settled, he looked back up the hill.

There stood Malekith, his body enveloped in Aether's energy as he glared down at Thor with a cold stare.

"Right, my opponent is you, Malekith!!"

Thor shivered, allowing the fury to rise in his chest. He suddenly swung his right hand back, and as his fingers spread, Mjolnir, which had traveled an unknown distance, finally returned to his grasp, its surface slightly warm.

"Ridiculous. What makes you think you can defeat me in this state?"

Malekith sneered, raising his hands as the crimson mist whipped up the sand, creating a storm of energy around him.

"What makes me think so? Because I can lift this hammer, and because lightning flows through my veins!"

Thor's eyes sparkled with electricity as he confidently stepped forward, gripping Mjolnir tightly. Lightning crackled around him and the hammer, merging them into one - man and lightning as one.

"Today, only one of us will leave here alive!"

His red cloak billowed behind him like a supreme king, and Thor declared with absolute confidence.

...

In the devastated central square of London.

Before Kyle could wait for Malekith to reappear, he heard the sound of engines from the sky behind him. He turned to see the familiar figure of Iron Man flying in at supersonic speed, leaving a trail of airwaves in its wake before landing with a thud beside him.

Kyle looked at him and smiled. "Tony."

"Godfather."

Iron Man opened the Iron Man mask to reveal Tony's stubbled face. He looked around in confusion and asked, "What the hell is going on? I flew to the outskirts of London and suddenly appeared on the subway. Then, after getting out, I was transported near the Tower of London and ended up going through several places before reaching you."

"It's a long story. But consider yourself lucky that you weren't transported to another realm."

Kyle shrugged and gestured upward. When Tony looked up and saw the strange scene of Convergence, he couldn't help but gasp.

"That hole... it wasn't Loki again, was it?" Tony immediately thought of Loki as he saw this scene.

Kyle shook his head and said, "No. Connecting the Nine Realms isn't something even his Tesseract could do."

Tony thought, "Then how do we close it?"

"There's only one way for now - we will wait for it to go away on its own."

Kyle's answer was simple. A Convergence is like a lunar eclipse, it is a natural phenomenon that doesn't last indefinitely.

"So we just stay here and watch?"

Tony kept his eyes on the spatial rift and suddenly saw a doughnut-shaped mechanical spaceship burst through from one of the realms into Earth's London.

At first Tony thought he was seeing things, but after blinking he confirmed that what he saw wasn't an illusion or a trick.

As he watched the Spaceship emerge from the rift, Tony's face grew pale and his voice quavered as he said, "Godfather, there's no mistake - it's the same kind of craft! It's the same alien force that attacked us and took Gamora and Lorna!"

(End of the chapter)