Endless explosions rang out from below. On the Bifrost connecting Asgard to the outside world, the warriors of the divine realm and the Chitauri engaged in a brutal slaughter.
In terms of individual strength alone, the Chitauri equipped with energy weapons were merely ordinary mechanical troops, utterly incomparable to the battle-hardened, rigorously trained warriors of the divine realm. However, they had the advantage of overwhelming numbers, slowly wearing down their enemies through sheer human-wave tactics.
From above, they looked like a boundless swarm of ants, wave after wave enveloping Asgard's army. The brave and fearless Thor raised Mjolnir, surging divine power racing through his body. Bolts of lightning and thunder struck the battlefield again and again, wiping out countless Chitauri. Yet endless invaders still charged forward atop Leviathans clad head to toe in iron armor.
In the sky, space sailboats carrying energy cannons rose into the air, bombarding the charging cannon fodder with fierce artillery fire. The soaring Leviathans, controlled by Chitauri soldiers, pounced like savage sharks.
Bright bursts of flame blossomed one after another. Both sides suffered losses, and the battle reached a stalemate. The fervor for battle gradually wore away amid the monotonous slaughter. Even if Asgard was an elephant, it would eventually be gnawed clean by the unending, terrifying ant swarm.
"We have to destroy the source! These damned monsters can't be wiped out!"
Thor shouted. The female warrior Sif, guarding his side, swung her longsword and cut down several Chitauri. This was different from their campaigns across the Nine Realms. Their enemies were an extraterrestrial race—weak individually, yet limitless in number.
"There must be some source controlling these monsters. They don't have commanders, so they must be communicating by some other means!"
Fandral, one of the Warriors Three, answered. He and Asgard's army charged left and