Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 546 The Wrath of the God King

Every move Algorim takes is full of destructive power, as if his fists can tear apart the world and crush all enemies in front of him into dust.

His attacks are not only physical blows, but also destroy the enemy's spirit.

His eyes flashed with scarlet light, as if he had been caught in a crazy killing spree. There was only battle and victory in his heart.

However, this great power does not come without a price.

Algorim's body is constantly collapsing and reorganizing, and every attack consumes a lot of his life force.

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

His lifespan was running out rapidly, but he didn't stop or give up.

Because he knows that only by constantly fighting and killing can he continue to exist.

His heart is filled with the desire for darkness and the pursuit of power, and he is willing to pay any price in exchange for this power.

Their attacks are as violent as the storm, and their enemies are as fragile as paper in front of them, unable to resist their attacks.

Algorim's every move frightened the enemy, their morale continued to collapse, and cracks began to appear in their formation.

This power was so strong that even the heavens and the earth seemed to change color, and the entire Asgard seemed to be trembling under this power.

"Get out of Asgard, dark elf!"

The battle reached a fever pitch, and Algorim had forgotten his fatigue and pain. He only had battle and victory in his heart.

The same is true for his warriors. They follow Algorim and charge forward constantly. They only have victory and killing in their eyes.

Every time his fist strikes, he can take away the life of an enemy. His figure is like a violent beast on the battlefield, which is impossible to ignore.

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

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

However, just as the battle between the gods and the dark elves entered a fierce stage, and the atmosphere was so tense that even the air seemed to freeze, a powerful and shocking energy suddenly burst out from deep within the enemy's camp.

This energy was like an out-of-control beast, carrying the power of destroying everything, rushing straight towards Algorim standing in the center of the battlefield.

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

God King Odin's voice rolled in like thunder, shocking everyone's heart.

His warriors followed closely behind, their attacks coming like a storm, leaving the enemy with nowhere to escape.

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

Algorim seemed to be able to feel the fear and despair of every enemy, and his heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.

Odin never expected that the dark elves he thought were extinct would appear in Asgard again, and would dare to challenge his majesty so arrogantly.

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

Why do they appear here again? Moreover, judging from their appearance, they seem to be stronger and more cunning than before. The eternal spear in Odin's hand was trembling, as if it was thirsty for blood.

But it’s not, it’s the old man’s Parkinson’s disease… Bah, do it again!
However, this was not because of the desire for the gun itself, but because Odin's divine power was too powerful and his body could not bear it.

The Eternal Spear in the hands of Loki and in the hands of the God King Odin are completely different concepts.

God King Odin personally used the Eternal Spear to attack Algorim, the most powerful cursed warrior, and then judged him to be dead. Then he summoned the Destroyer Armor.

His body couldn't bear the overwhelming divine power now, let alone fight.

So the Destroyer Armor is needed to fight.

The original Destroyer armor was melted down by Luther to create his own God of Destroyer armor.

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

In the original plot, the dark elves came to Asgard, but the Destroyer Armor did not appear. It can be seen that the God King Odin was so wealthy that he simply did not want the Destroyer Armor and let it fall on the earth.

Obviously God King Odin did not take this powerful weapon to heart at the time, or he simply did not expect that invaders like dark elves could attack Asgard.

But the situation is different now. The Destroyer Armor has been treasured in Asgard's treasure house since its rebirth.

So now, of course, God King Odin must control this powerful weapon to defend his homeland.

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

He felt that strong sense of crisis was like a towering mountain, pressing on his heart, making him almost breathless.

His eyes were as bright as a torch, staring firmly ahead, where were the challenges he had to face and the glory he had to protect.

He knew that the approaching energy was something serious.

It is like a violent flood, unstoppable, and once it comes into contact, it may be severely injured or even killed.

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

However, as the cursed warrior of the Dark Elves, Algorim could not back down. Behind him are his warriors, his tribe, and his responsibility.

He couldn't let them down, he couldn't let them bear this fear. He held the weapon in his hand tightly, it was his faith and his strength.

"Asgardians!!!"

He roared loudly, his voice as shocking as thunder. His eyes shone with determination, and he knew he had to block this energy, no matter what the cost.

Algorim quickly mobilized all the strength in his body, his muscles tightened as if they were as hard as steel.

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

His hands shone with cold light, as if they could cut everything.

(End of this chapter)