2041 Thor the Tool, the Final Gasp

From Thor's tone, however, it was as if Asgard was magnanimous enough not to directly throw Big Dipper into a prison cell.

The Avengers already knew what his personality was like, and couldn't be bothered to quibble with him.

The Bat Squad didn't owe Thor any favors. On the contrary, the damage Loki had caused to Earth was still vivid in their minds.

Ivan cursed out loud in Russian, and unexpectedly wasn't censored by Bobo, the team's A.I., nor did he receive a warning from Frank that his points would be deducted.

Angel simply sneered. "How generous of Asgard."

In Ursa Minor's exclusive channel, the youngsters were even more indignant.

Relying on her identity as an official member, Mindy directly sent a message to the Bat Squad's main communication channel. "Should we kneel down and thank these 'gods' for giving us the opportunity to save Asgard?"

The slight smile on Frank's face was cold. "Alright, that's what happens when you're not strong enough. Don't expect them to thank you for saving a bigshot."

As the commander, he had a lot of standing in the team.

The channel fell silent.

Only then did he say, "We're all old; there's a limit to our potential and we can't make them give us face. However, all of you are still young. You still have a chance to teach them a lesson. So, work hard in the future, kids."

Right now, Frank was almost 50 years old. It wasn't a problem for him to call a member of Ursa Minor "kid."

Even the mature and wooden-faced Joseph was fired up at these words.

It had to be pointed out that almost all the members of Ursa Minor had superpowers; only Mindy and Joseph didn't have 'innate talent.'

But Mindy had developed well, while Joseph was exceptionally smart and had the silent support of Luke as a super 'patron'; it was only a matter of time before they became outstanding individuals.

Conversely, Frank, Damon and Ivan were all ordinary people. The rest who had superpowers had only received enough resources in the last few years to improve themselves.

Ursa Minor had long surpassed the veteran team members in terms of talent and grooming.

If they still didn't want to surpass the veterans even then, that would be too unambitious of them.

Also, the one thing they couldn't lack as superheroes was conviction.

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The veteran team members had been unhappy with Thor's words, but when they heard what Frank said, they couldn't help but be stunned, before they snickered.

Most of their displeasure disappeared.

Thor's words were unpleasant, but they were actually very normal in a divine kingdom that had protected Earth for years.

The main team had more pride than the younger team, borne out of their accomplishments on the battlefield.

Even if they couldn't compare with Asgard in terms of overall strength, they still had confidence.

However, after so many battles, they also had a clear understanding of their own levels. They wouldn't be unduly humble, nor would they fly into a rage at being looked down on.

Thor's words were unpleasant, but that was all there was to it.

To everyone, this crown prince wasn't very smart.

So, after hearing Frank's words, the veteran team members knew that the wily commander had made Thor a 'tool' to motivate the youngsters to work hard.

Thor was the 'long-term' target.

According to the information which the youngsters had, there was only a handful of people on Earth who could be considered on par with the crown prince.

As long as two or three of these youngsters were half as strong as Thor, the veterans of the main force would wake up laughing from their sleep.

The members of the main team were basically over 40 years old, while Damon and Frank were almost 50.

Having a successor was one of their biggest hopes.

As for the anger that the youngsters were feeling, it was more of an impulse or a reaction to being underestimated.

But they didn't have a clear idea of the difference between themselves and the other party, so their anger was 'misplaced.'

After Frank's provocation, they hardened their resolve to work hard and stop acting incompetent.

Thanks to Frank, the God of Thunder had been unwittingly turned into a patsy. At that moment, White Wolf gave a pleased smile.

…

It was time for Malekith to make his last stand. He had charged out of the giant wormhole, only to be blown into another temporary wormhole by concentrated gunfire.

At that time, White Wolf, who had fallen into Svartalfheim, had already activated stealth mode. Standing in the shadows of some ruins, all his attention had been diverted to Greenwich.

If necessary, Luke would immediately recall this Level 2 clone and summon another one to participate in the battle.

Luke was pleased when he saw how Malekith was sent flying. He was one step closer to success.

Just before the Nine Realms converged, temporary wormholes appeared frequently and erratically.

At least a dozen androids from the Bat Squad and the Avengers had suddenly charged into other realms during the battle and went offline.

If Luke hadn't been near Greenwich, and constantly released backup androids for which the Avengers were given temporary access, at least half of the people from both teams would've gone offline.

The Dark Elves weren't any better. Dozens of fighter planes went missing.

It was at that moment that Malekith was teleported away, and the chances of him returning to Greenwich in just a minute were slim.

This was the final gasp.

As the thoughts raced through White Wolf's head, he heard a series of loud bangs.

The White Wolf clone suddenly opened its eyes and looked in the direction of the explosion.

In the end, a black and red shadow crashed through a hill and stopped 100 meters away, separated from White Wolf by a pile of debris.

Stunned, White Wolf then chuckled inwardly. He hadn't expected the head to be delivered to him just like that.

Luke had thought that White Wolf was a little unlucky.

Malekith was the biggest boss who had planned this 'big operation' to destroy the universe.

For this reason, the contribution rate for killing him would be at least several hundred percent.

If this was a 'global-scale' mission as Luke anticipated, that meant billions of experience and credit points.

The only problem Luke faced was how to kill him, and not to give him a chance to escape.

After all, Malekith's ability to control the Aether had just improved, which increased his ability to escape ten-fold.

The White Wolf clone might only have one chance to attack.

With a thought, Luke focused on his inventory, which contained a lot of fresh spoils.

Dozens of seconds later, White Wolf received an image from Luke of the Convergence disappearing, and he relaxed. It was time to demonstrate… his acting skills!