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Chapter 240: Light (2)

The climate of Sakaar Star alternates between extreme cold and extreme heat throughout the year. When summer arrives, the hot wind blows over the scorched black meteorite pit, over the red rock mountains, past countless roaring mines, and over the huge arena, where the lively shouts of the arena are louder than the wind.

The Great Arena of Sakaar Star is one of the most famous arenas in the universe. It was not built by the new Sakaarians but was left behind by the previous civilization, bearing the imprint of ancient times on Sakaar Star, appearing rough and wild.

The pillars made of logs overlap the substantial pillars, with ancient Sakaarian magic patterns carved on them. Looking through the gaps between the pillars, the central arena of the huge arena is boiling with heat, and the broken bricks and stones are unable to cover the entire ground of the arena. The new Sakaarians also do not have the ability to fill it up, making it look very mottled.

On both sides of the arena are two steel and mechanical platforms, which are the creations of the new Sakaarians. On one side of the platform stands the current ruler of Sakaar Star, the "Red King" Amoiasan.

Two tall Sakaarian guards stand behind him, holding spears to protect their emperor.

On the other side of the platform, opposite the Red King, stands the infamous Grandmaster. Unlike the Sakaarians, his skin is not red, but instead, his skin is a beautiful blue with gold patterns on his forehead.

He sits on a special chair, and his guards behind him are not as tall as the Sakaarians, but they are all wearing robes, surrounded by magical powers.

At this moment, two aliens are fighting in the arena. It is not accurate to call them aliens; it should be an alien and a strange beast. The creature looks like the giant worm that was used to pull the red behemoth's cart back then, which is a unique insect on Sakaar Star.

The battle in the arena is intense. The alien facing the beast is already covered in wounds. The Red King and Grandmaster on the platform are highly interested.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the alien performs a fake move and deceives the clumsy turning beast. Then, he cuts off one of its legs. The beast is stimulated by pain and goes crazy, using its spiky scales to sweep back, directly knocking the gladiator out and then turning back to bite off his head. The battle ends like this.

Grandmaster and the Red King are a bit dissatisfied, but the other spectators are shouting at the sight of death and bloodshed.

The atmosphere in the arena becomes more and more enthusiastic. The prince, Yashan, standing behind the Red King, steps forward and whispers a few words to his father. The guards behind the Red King's side overlap their spears, and the metal gun barrels hit each other, making a crisp sound, and the scene quiets down.

"We all know that in this universe, there is a race called the Asgardians, who claim to be gods. They are powerful and warlike, once ravaging the universe and making countless civilizations frightened."

"Today, our powerful and noble guest, Grandmaster, has brought one of them here. And my son, the future heir to Sakaar Star, your royal highness, has brought another one for us."

The Red King raised his voice and said, "Let us see together how these self-proclaimed perfect creatures in the universe will perform when they fight each other."

There are two doors under the mechanical platform, which is the preparation area for the gladiators. Two gladiators will walk out from these doors and enter the arena for the battle.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the door on the Red King's side opens first, and out comes Thor.

Just as the Red King is about to announce the entrance of the other gladiator, Grandmaster clears his throat and says, "He is not an ordinary Asgardian. Please allow me to introduce him to everyone."

The Red King is not unhappy about the interruption. He raises his eyebrows with interest and looks at his son. Prince Yashan is a little stunned. He does not know what special identity Thor has, but Grandmaster's words shock him: "The person in front of you is indeed him. You may not recognize him, but he is famous. He is the son of Odin, the prince and heir of Asgard, and the bravest warrior of Asgard!"

The whole audience is quiet for a moment and then erupts into a huge uproar. Obviously, this is a shocking fact for everyone, including the Red King and Prince Yashan.

Unlike Grandmaster, who is a member of the cosmic elder council and has seen and experienced a lot, they are just the royal family of this planet and have little to do with the great powers of the universe. Therefore, they have never seen Odin and the Asgardian army with their own eyes and naturally do not recognize Thor.

More importantly, Thor is the noble prince of Asgard, but he now looks thin and haggard, no different from the miner slaves who have been tortured in the mines for a long time.

He did not wear the armor provided by Prince Yashan, not even the soft armor inside. His original clothes were torn and tattered, holding only his spear, but it seemed more like he was using the spear to support his exhausted body.

Prince Yashan was first shocked, then began to laugh heartily, and the other Sakaarians in the arena also began to laugh, their sharp laughter echoing in Thor's ears.

But he didn't react like he used to, emitting a bull-like snort, then roaring and waving his weapons to kill these insolent trash.

Thor just stood calmly in the center of the arena, allowing the malicious ridicule and mockery to wash over him like waves. A sharp will almost overflowed from his eyes, turning into sharp blade aura surrounding him.

After the laughter and discussion gradually died down, the Grandmaster spoke again: "And coincidentally, the Asgardian I caught, a stupid fool who fell into my trap, is also an Asgardian prince."

"They are not only both Asgardian princes, but also brothers." The Grandmaster smiled and said, "So, not only can you see the struggle between the heirs of Asgard, but also the betrayal and fratricide between brothers."

Upon hearing this, Thor finally reacted, his eyes gradually widening, then turning to look at the Grandmaster. The Grandmaster sneered, "That cunning little guy set a trap for me, tricked me out of my bet, a damn untrustworthy person, how could I let him off?"

"But, I spared his life, just to wait for today."

Then Thor saw the opposite door of the arena slowly opening, and the figure that appeared from the shadows was Loki.

Thor couldn't believe his eyes, he closed them tightly and then opened them again.

But it was indeed Loki.

Suddenly, Thor realized, his eyes burning with extreme anger. He understood. This might be another damn prank!

But before this anger could be vented, Thor was stunned because the appearing Loki was too miserable.

The Loki who walked out of the arena door had a slow pace, and it was evident that he was trying to maintain his dignity, but his condition was so tragic now.

Loki's left wrist was hanging a shackle, and blood was dripping down the shackle. His body was covered in scars, and a deep wound, visible to the bone, extended from his left shoulder to his right waist, soaking his clothes with blood.

Loki's face was as white as paper, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he half-knelt on the ground, panting continuously. Thor's anger was held back in his chest, and he gnashed his teeth at Loki, "You tricked me again, didn't you?"

"Tricked you?" Thor heard Loki's voice, which was very laborious, with a painful emotion.

"Was the attack on the Rainbow Bridge fake? Was my body destroyed fake? Or," Loki swallowed hard, coughing twice, and Thor smelled the strong smell of blood. He heard Loki say, "Is your divine power and divine service inside your body fake?"

Thor was stunned.

Before this, he was immersed in despair and sadness over Loki's death and never called upon his own divine power. But now he focused his attention and felt the unique divine power and divine service of the God of Thunder churning inside him. Since being banished to Earth by Odin, he had not felt such a fullness of power for a long time.

Loki can only have one divine occupation and one divine power, which is an unchangeable rule of Asgard. Now, with the fire god's divine occupation and power inside him, it means Loki has lost all of his power. In other words, he won't have any divine power to release illusions or create phantoms.

In other words, when Thor walked up to Loki and touched his shoulder, he confirmed that Loki's wounds were real. Thor gasped in shock.

Loki had never been so badly injured before. Asgard's mages never charged into the front lines. They usually stayed at the back of the formation, releasing disruptive magic. Loki had been in battle before, but he had never fought in the front lines, so he had almost no opportunity to get injured.

Thor remembered the worst injury Loki had ever suffered. During a battle, he was ambushed from behind by an enemy assassin who snuck into their formation. An arrow grazed his arm, and the wound healed in less than two hours. But when they returned, Frigga was heartbroken for three whole days, and she nagged about it for over five hundred years.

Thor felt dizzy and his fingers trembled. He had never imagined that, as a seasoned warrior, he would feel dizzy from the smell of blood coming from Loki.

"Get out of here," Loki said.

"Loki, tell me, what's going on?" Thor stumbled back two steps.

Loki coughed violently, causing his chest to shake and worsening his injuries. But Grandmaster and Red King on the high platform were not satisfied with the "tender" conversation between the two. They wanted to see a fight to the death.

Grandmaster extended a hand, and magic light flickered between his fingers. Loki screamed as several magic halos appeared around his body.

Now Thor knew how Loki got the huge wound on his body. The magic halos were cutting into Loki's body, causing him to scream in agony.

"Attack him! Loki! This is a gladiatorial arena. No matter who he was before or what your relationship is, he's your opponent now. If you don't attack him, you will die, understand?!"

The magic halos disappeared, and Loki fell to the ground, motionless. Accompanying Loki's heavy breathing was the faint sound of the wind blowing sand.

Thor's sharp willpower began to materialize gradually. A small whirlwind rose at his feet, and the hand holding his spear began to tremble.

Just as Grandmaster and Red King began to laugh at Loki's misery, a deep rumbling sound came from the far end of the Sakaar Star's sky.

This planet, which never rains, thundered.