Chapter 239: Light (Part 1)

"You can call me Abe, or any other name, but people here call me old man. As you can see, I am the oldest gladiator here."

An old man in silver robes sat outside Thor's cell. He was a Sakaar with red skin, but aging had made his body very shriveled, as if he had changed his race.

"You are the newcomer that His Highness is interested in, that's why I came to tell you the rules of the Saka Star gladiatorial game..." The old man named Abe held a spear in his hand. Although he was old, his speech was still clear. His teeth chattered a little when he spoke, as if he didn't have any confidence.

Thor, who was chained to the dungeon wall, rolled his cloudy eyes, looked at the old man, and asked in a hoarse voice: "They captured another Asgardian... who is he?"

Abe shook his head and said to himself: "On the day you go on stage, you have to get dressed, then put on the designated armor and helmet, and hold your weapon. This is your weapon. You need me to tell you Can you introduce it?"

Abe showed Thor the spear he was holding in his hand, and Thor's eyes fell on it. He showed a somewhat mocking expression, and his facial muscles that had not made any expression for a long time were a little stiff.

Thor's cheeks were completely sunken, and his eyes were sunk deeply into his sockets. The heroic and mighty Asgardian prince could no longer be seen at all. He looked like a prisoner who had been imprisoned for many years.

But after his eyes regained a little sparkle, a sharper temperament emerged from him, which made every expression of his very eye-catching. Abe saw his expression and said: "I only see it from Others have heard about the Asa clan, and heard that you are born with great power, so you'd better show your true abilities, and maybe His Highness the Prince will let you go."

"That man is your prince?" Thor asked, "What is his name?"

Speaking of Prince Ashan, Abe trembled, and then said: "How can I mention His Royal Highness's honorable name? He is the most respected prince on the Sakaar planet, the favorite youngest son of His Majesty the Emperor, and the most respected prince on the Sakaar planet. The future owner..."

"...Why do you...ahem...why do you respect him so much?"

"Because he is the most respected prince on Saka Planet..."

Abe just kept repeating the same words, as if he was reciting an article over and over again. After a while, he stood up tremblingly, threw the gun in front of Thor's cell, and said: "Wait. Yes, His Highness the Prince will let you go out and duel with his brave gladiators. You must remember to put on your clothes and armor, and pick up your weapons..."

With that said, he crouched and left. Not long after, a Sakaar guard walked into the dungeon, opened Thor's cell door, then opened the lock on his wrist, and escorted him outside the dungeon. .

After walking up from the dungeon, there was a small school ground. Prince Ashan was standing in the center of the school ground, with two strong aliens fighting in front of him.

He saw Thor coming and smiled. He was in a good mood and talking happily. He waved his hand and motioned to his subordinates to let go of Thor, but he did not remove his handcuffs and shackles, but let him stand where he was. Prince Ashan turned to him and asked: "What do you think of them? How do they compare to you Asgardian warriors?"

Thor did not answer. He was thin, looked haggard, and expressionless. Prince Ashan's expression became a little ugly. He said: "Aesir, you'd better put down your arrogance. You were just thrown out by your people." There is no difference between you and them, you are all my slaves now!”

"You said you captured another Asgardian. Who is he?" Thor's eyes stared at Prince Ashan. There was a sharpness like a blade in his eyes, which was something that had never appeared in Thor before. Passionate temperament.

In the past, Thor, like most Asgardians, had a resolute expression and revealed a brave temperament, but now, he seems to have changed from a blunt weapon to a sharp weapon, from a warhammer to a spear.

Prince Ashan looked at him and his first reaction was to take half a step back with a guilty conscience. But soon, he realized what he had done and became so angry that the guard whipped Thor hard.

The guard pressed Thor's shoulders and forced him to kneel down. Prince Ashan looked at Thor condescendingly and said, "Don't look at me like that, you damn trash! I am the heir to the throne of Saka. The most noble prince!"

Thor narrowed his eyes and lowered his head. Prince Ashan thought he was afraid, and just as he was about to show a proud expression, he heard Thor say in a hoarse voice: "Only now do I understand how ridiculous what I did before was."

"Just like you now, maybe in the eyes of some higher-ranking beings, I was just an ignorant native fighting fiercely in an ant nest..."

Prince Ashan did not understand what he was trying to express, but this did not prevent him from hearing the sarcasm in Thor's tone. He stepped forward and kicked Thor hard, knocking him to the ground, and then said: "You think Are you noble? This is Saka, not a place for you to act wild!"

"If you were really capable, would you still be in this embarrassing state? You'd better be honest and don't embarrass me in the subsequent duel, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the two fighting aliens. One of them had been defeated and was beaten on the ground by the other. Prince Ashan waved with a gloomy face, indicating to his subordinates to separate them, and then Bring the defeated one over.

The defeated alien had purple skin and four hands. Thor knew that he should be a native of the Arcturus galaxy. Prince Yashan took a spear from his subordinates and asked them to press the strong Arcturian to the ground.

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The Arcturian showed a fearful and desperate expression. When Prince Yashan raised his spear, his face showed resentment, and then he shouted in his native language: "You despicable villain, the fire will burn you to ashes!...Ahhh!!!"

The spear pierced through his body, and blood splattered on Thor's face. He still lowered his head expressionlessly, with long golden hair falling on his shoulders. That sharp temperament was increasingly difficult to conceal. Even a few steps away, he could feel a little bit stinging.

Prince Yashan raised the bloody spear high, and all his subordinates howled wildly to praise him, calling him the most respected heir of Sakaar. Thor half-knelt aside and remained silent.

"Look, Aesir, you are a piece of trash thrown out by your people, you will never get as much respect and admiration as me!"<.

"Even if you are Aesir, so what? You are just a bloody soldier who charges forward, and in the end, you are thrown into the garbage dump by them..."

Prince Yashan seems to like to find a sense of superiority from Thor, but this is not surprising, because the Aesir are famous in the universe.

Many interstellar civilizations like to call themselves gods after developing their civilization to the highest level on their native planets before entering the interstellar, but such gods will not be recognized by other civilizations in the universe.

And most of them will find their former arrogance after entering the interstellar civilization, and find that they are no different from other civilizations.

But the Aesir are recognized as gods in the universe, because they have all the elements of gods imagined by most civilizations.

They are born strong, strong, handsome, long-lived, and will become stronger and stronger with age.

They are united, good at fighting, and perfectly combine technology and magic. They also have their own unique aesthetic vision and artistic creation, as if they are favored by the Creator, and seem to have no shortcomings.

Being able to trample such a race under his feet, Prince Yashan felt that he had created the history of the Sakaar. No one had ever captured an Aesir as a slave. He was indeed the heir favored by God.

But Thor's increasingly obvious edge made him feel uneasy. In order to hide his guilty conscience and uneasiness, he took the initiative to say: "You call yourself the most warlike race in the universe, so now, go and defeat him, go and defeat the strongest gladiator here, and prove yourself..."

He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to pull the chain on Thor's neck and let him walk to the winner just now.

The winner was not a Sakaar, but another larger and stronger creature with a small and long head and a huge body of meat. Seeing Thor coming, the meat mountain roared and pounced on him.

Thor was handcuffed and shackled, with a heavy chain hanging around his neck. He couldn't dodge at all and was immediately pounced on by the meat mountain monster. The meat mountain monster opened a big mouth on its body and bit Thor's shoulder fiercely. Thor raised his head and screamed, and used his last strength to punch the meat mountain monster in the eye, making it scream in pain and loosen its mouth.

Thor half-knelt on the spot and panted. His original muscles were about to disappear due to insufficient nutrition and serious injuries. The bones under the skin were clearly visible. He was as dry as a piece of firewood, and he seemed to have completely lost the glory of the Aesir.

He dodged the opponent's attack in a panic, but it didn't work. He was soon covered with scars.

Prince Yashan laughed like a complacent winner. Thor's lips trembled, but not because of the humiliation of not being able to beat his opponent, but because another emotion was about to overflow from his body.

There had been so many days and nights when he was just like the fool in front of him, watching the enemies who prostrated themselves at his feet, laughing triumphantly, and thinking of himself as the winner who controlled everything.

Just like what Prince Yashan did, he asked his subordinates to hold down the losers, and then he stabbed them again, watching them scream, bleed, and die, the pleasure of violence surged from his heart, making his eyes red.

In the pain, layers of phantoms appeared in front of Thor again. He saw that everyone around him was like him, with red eyes, full of bloodthirstiness and violence.

Behind each of them, a blood-red vortex emerged, and the monsters that crawled out of it lay on their backs and told them to kill, conquer, and destroy. You are the most powerful race in the universe, you were born this way, and you should be this way.

Prince Yashan saw that Thor suddenly stood up, and the sharp will around him almost became real. His eyes were red and his face was distorted, as if he was fighting against an invisible existence.

At this moment, that sharp will began to rise, penetrating into the depths of space until it touched the barrier of the universe.

Thor saw the truth of history and the past in a daze. The Aesir stepped on the corpses of their enemies, their hands were covered in blood, bonfires were lit, songs rang out, and a hypocritical cloak was put on the killing and endless destruction, and then they danced and celebrated madly.

More and more corpses, more and more blood, more and more powerful power, and then...

A ball of fire ignited from the center of the world tree, burning everything.

The raging fire ignited the magnificent Asgard and burned the majestic and beautiful Asgard. The gods became helpless sheep, screaming in the terrible fire and finally died.

Under the cosmic barrier, Thor saw with his own eyes how the Ragnarok came.

Endless conquest and destruction will destroy this universe, and more and more power will drain the origin of this universe, and that fire -

That is the universe saving itself.