Leaving aside Deathstroke's box-hauling in the giant storage room, Galacta's newfound illusion that humans could provide her with plenty of food, and the great battle between Phoenix and Klvak at some coordinate deep in the universe.
Let's turn our attention back to the state of the main battlefield.
As everyone knew, whenever aliens invaded Earth, the main battlefield was always New York.
It was as if the city had been cursed, plagued by an unimaginable streak of bad luck.
New York had many landmark buildings, such as the Statue of Liberty, United Nations Headquarters, Broadway, Wall Street, and the Stark Industries Building bearing the Avengers logo.
But the place tourists preferred most was still Times Square. Standing beneath that giant screen for a while, taking pictures, and buying a few things at nearby specialty stores—those were tourists' favorite activities.
At this moment, when faced with the sudden assault of Dark Elves and Trolls, densely crowded places tended to fare badly.
A Teleportation Portal had suddenly appeared in Times Square not long ago. Monsters no one had ever seen emerged from it and began a slaughter, plunging people into a vortex of panic and death.
Some were beaten to death by Trolls' clubs, some cut down by Dark Elves' scimitars, some shoved and trampled to death by their own kind, and some struck by fleeing vehicles or crashing airplanes.
What had been a cheerful shopping trip transformed almost instantly into an exhibition of hundreds of ways to die.
Though some people had tried to drag their junk-food-fattened bodies away, the fear in their hearts made it impossible for them to keep their mouths shut. Screaming while running was absolutely not a good idea.
Dark Elves and Trolls were both races that lived in darkness. Hearing was their primary sense, and like