Chapter 546: The Wrath of the God King

Every time Algorim attacked, he was full of destructive power, as if his fist could tear the sky and earth apart, crushing all the enemies who stood in front of him into dust.

His attack was not only a physical blow, but also a destruction of the enemy's spirit.

His eyes flashed with scarlet light, as if he had fallen into a frenzy of killing, and there was only fighting and victory in his heart.

However, this powerful force was not without cost.

Algorim's body was constantly collapsing and reorganizing, and every attack would consume a lot of his vitality.

His skin began to crack, revealing the bones flashing with black light inside, and his eyes began to become blurred, as if he would lose consciousness at any time.

His lifespan was rapidly consumed, but he did not stop or give up.

Because he knew that only by constantly fighting and killing could he continue his existence.

His heart was full of desire for darkness and pursuit of power, and he was willing to pay any price in exchange for this power.

The same was true for his warriors. They followed Algorim and kept charging forward. In their eyes, there was only victory and killing.

Under the leadership of Algorim, the warriors of the dark elves were like crazy beasts. They ignored life and death, ignored pain, and only had hatred for the enemy and a desire for victory.

Their attacks were as fierce as a storm, and their enemies were as fragile as paper in front of them, unable to resist their attacks.

Every time Algorim attacked, the enemy was terrified, their morale was constantly collapsing, and cracks began to appear in their formation.

Algorim seemed to be able to feel the fear and despair of every enemy, and his heart was full of pleasure and satisfaction.

He kept waving his fists, knocking down the enemies one by one, and his figure on the battlefield was like a black lightning, fast and fierce.

His warriors followed closely behind, and their attacks were as dense as a storm, leaving the enemy nowhere to escape.

The battle reached a white-hot stage, and Algorim had forgotten his fatigue and pain. There was only fighting and victory in his heart.

Every time his fist hit, he could take the life of an enemy. His figure on the battlefield was like a violent beast, which could not be ignored.

However, just as the battle between the gods and the dark elves entered a white-hot stage, the atmosphere was so tense that even the air seemed to freeze, and suddenly a powerful and trembling energy broke out from the depths of the enemy's camp.

This power was so strong that it seemed that even the sky and the earth would change color, and the whole Asgard seemed to tremble under this power.

This energy was like an out-of-control beast, with the power to destroy everything, and rushed straight towards Algorim standing in the center of the battlefield.

That power was so strong that it seemed to overturn the entire Asgard and crush everything that stood in its way into powder.

"Get out of Asgard, dark elves!"

The voice of the god king Odin rolled like thunder, shocking people.

The anger and majesty contained in his voice made people involuntarily feel awe, as if they saw the majesty that the supreme being of the Asgard God Realm should have.

Odin never thought that those dark elves, whom he thought had long been extinct, would appear in Asgard again, and dare to challenge his majesty so arrogantly.

Haven't these dark elves been completely wiped out by his father Bor?

Why did they appear here again, and from their appearance, they seemed to be stronger and more cunning than before.

The Eternal Spear in Odin's hand was trembling, as if it was eager to drink blood.

But in fact, it was not, it was the old man's Parkinson's... Bah, come again!

However, this was not because of the desire of the spear itself, but because Odin's divine power was too strong and his body could not bear it.

The Eternal Spear in Loki's hands is completely different from that in the hands of God King Odin.

God King Odin personally used the Eternal Spear to attack Algorim, the most powerful cursed warrior, and then determined that he would die, and then he summoned the Destroyer Armor.

His body can't bear the overly powerful divine power now, let alone fighting.

So the Destroyer Armor is needed to fight.

The original Destroyer Armor was melted by Luther to create his own Destroyer Armor.

But later, Luther separated everything that did not belong to him, and naturally returned to Asgard.

In the original plot, the Dark Elves came to Asgard, and the Destroyer Armor did not appear. It can be seen that the God King Odin was rich and powerful, and he did not want the Destroyer Armor directly, and let it fall on the earth.

Obviously, the God King Odin did not take this powerful weapon to heart at the time, or he did not expect that invaders like the Dark Elves would be able to attack Asgard.

But now the situation is different. After the rebirth, the Destroyer Armor has been treasured in the treasure house of Asgard.

So now, the God King Odin must control this powerful weapon to defend his home.

Algorim stood on the battlefield, his heart beating like thunder, and every beat seemed to remind him how terrible the approaching crisis was.

He felt that the strong sense of crisis was like a towering mountain, pressing on his heart and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His eyes were like torches, staring at the front closely, where he had to face the challenge and the glory he had to protect.

He knew that the energy that was approaching was extraordinary.

It was like a violent flood, unstoppable. Once it came into contact, it might be seriously injured or even killed.

Algorim could clearly feel the power of that energy, it was like a dragon, roaring, ready to devour everything.

However, as a cursed warrior of the dark elves, Algorim could not retreat. Behind him were his warriors, his tribe, and his responsibility.

He could not let them down, he could not let them bear this fear. He held the weapon in his hand tightly, which was his belief and his strength.

"Asgardians!!!"

He roared loudly, his voice as shocking as thunder. His eyes flashed with a firm light, he knew that he had to block this energy, no matter what the cost.

Algorim quickly mobilized the strength of his whole body, his muscles were tight, as hard as steel.

His bones were creaking, and all the strength in his body was gathered in his hands at this moment.

His hands were flashing with cold light, as if they could cut through everything.