Chapter 245

The climate of Sakaar alternated between extreme cold and extreme heat all year round. When summer came, the hot wind blew over the scorched craters, crossed the red rock mountains, brushed past countless roaring mines, and came to the top of the massive arena, and the enthusiastic shouts in the arena were noisier than the wind.

The Sakaar Grand Arena was one of the most famous arenas in the universe. This arena was not built by the current new Sakaarans, but was a relic of the previous civilization. Therefore, it carried the imprint of the ancient Sakaar era, appearing very rough and having quite a wild aesthetic.

"Five Generations of Rivers and Mountains"

The pillars built of logs overlapped above the substantial pillars, carved with magical patterns unique to the ancient Sakaarans. Looking through the gaps between the pillars, the heat waves in the center of the massive arena were churning. The broken bricks and stones could no longer cover the entire ground of the arena, and the new Sakaarans did not have the ability to fill them, so it appeared very mottled.

On both sides of the arena were two high platforms built of steel and machinery. Those were the creations of the new Sakaarans. On one side of the high platform stood the current ruler of Sakaar—the "Red King" Anmo Yashan.

Two tall Sakaaran guards stood behind him, holding long spears to protect their Emperor.

And on the other high platform opposite the Red King stood the Grandmaster, famous in the universe. Unlike the Sakaarans, his skin was not red; on the contrary, his skin was a gorgeous blue, and his forehead was covered with golden patterns.

He sat on a special chair, and the guards behind him were not as tall as the Sakaarans, but all wore robes, surrounded by magical power.

At this time, there were two aliens fighting in the arena. Calling them aliens was not accurate; it should be an alien fighting a strange-shaped beast. That bug looked just like the giant bug that pulled the carriage for the red brute before. This was a heterobug unique to Sakaar.

The duel in the arena was in full swing. The alien facing this beast was already covered in wounds. The Red King and Grandmaster on the platform were watching with great interest.

Who knew, just at this moment, the alien used a fake rolling move to deceive the giant bug that was not flexible in turning, and then cut off one of its legs. The giant bug was driven mad by the pain, swept backward with its tail covered in sharp scales, directly knocked the gladiator flying, and then turned back, biting off his head in one bite. This duel ended just like this.

Grandmaster and the Red King were somewhat dissatisfied, but seeing death and bloodshed, other spectators shouted one after another.

The atmosphere in the arena became more and more enthusiastic. Prince Yashan, standing behind the Red King, walked forward and said a few words to his father in a low voice. The guards behind the Red King crossed their long spears, and the metal spear shafts knocked against each other, making a crisp sound, and the arena fell silent.

"... We all know that in this universe, there is a race that boasts of being gods. They are powerful and warlike, once ravaged the universe, making countless civilizations terrified..."

"Today, our powerful and noble guest, Grandmaster, has brought us one of them, and my youngest son, the future heir of Sakaar, your Prince, has brought us another..."

The Red King raised his tone and said: "Let us see together, what kind of wonderful performance will these Asgardians, who think they are the most perfect creatures in the universe, have when they kill each other?"

Below the mechanical high platform were two gates, which were the area prepared for gladiators. Two gladiators would walk out from these two gates respectively and then enter the arena to duel.

Accompanied by the cheers of the crowd, the gate on the Red King's side opened first, and the one who walked out was Thor.

Just as the Red King was about to announce the entry of the other gladiator, Grandmaster cleared his throat and said: "He is not an ordinary Asgardian, please allow me to introduce to everyone..."

The Red King had no dissatisfaction with being interrupted. He raised his eyebrows with interest and looked at his son. Prince Yashan was somewhat confused; he did not know what special identity Thor had, but Grandmaster's words surprised him: "The one before everyone... that's right, it's him. You might not recognize him, but he is very famous. He is the own son of the God King Odin, the prince and heir of Asgard, the most heroic warrior of Asgard!"

The whole arena was silent for a moment, and then a huge noisy sound erupted. Obviously, this was a fact that shocked everyone, including the Red King and Prince Yashan.

Unlike Grandmaster, a member of the Council of Elders of the Universe who had seen much, they were just the royal family of this planet and had nothing to do with the major forces of the universe. Therefore, they had not seen Odin and the Asgardian army with their own eyes, and naturally did not recognize Thor at all.

More importantly, Thor was the noble eldest prince of Asgard, but he was now haggard and miserable, no different from those miner slaves who had been tortured for a long time in the mine.

He did not wear the armor provided by Prince Yashan, and did not even wear the soft armor inside. His original clothes were already tattered, and he just held that long spear in his hand, but it was more like using the long spear to support his tired body.

Prince Yashan was shocked for a moment, then began to laugh heartily. Other Sakaarans in the arena also began to laugh, and the sharp laughter echoed in Thor's ears.

But he was completely unlike the past when he was mocked, emitting a puffing sound like a bull, and then roaring to wave his weapon to kill these scumbags who dared to provoke him.

Thor just stood very calmly in the center of the arena, letting those malicious mockery and sarcasm surge toward him like sea waves. A sharp will almost surged out from his eyes, turning into sharp blade light surrounding his body.

After the mockery and discussion sounds gradually fell silent, Grandmaster spoke again: "And very coincidentally, the Asgardian I caught, an idiot who threw himself into the net, is also the prince of Asgard..."

"They are not only both princes of Asgard, but also own brothers." Grandmaster revealed a smile and said: "So, you can not only see the struggle between the crown princes of Asgard, but also see brothers turning against each other and siblings killing each other."

Hearing his words, Thor in the arena finally had some reaction. His eyes gradually widened, and then he looked back at Grandmaster. Grandmaster sneered and said: "That cunning kid set a trap for me and cheated my bet. Damn faithless person, how could I let him have a good time?"

"However, I left him a life just to wait for today..."

Then Thor saw the arena gate opposite him slowly open. The figure appearing from the shadows was exactly Loki.

Thor could not believe his eyes. He closed his eyes fiercely and opened them again.

But that was indeed Loki.

Suddenly, Thor reacted. An extreme anger burned in his eyes. He understood. This might be another damn prank!

But before this anger could be vented by him, Thor was stunned, because the Loki who appeared was too miserable.

Loki, who walked out of the arena gate, had slow steps. It could be seen that he was trying hard to maintain his decency, but now his situation was miserable to the extreme.

A shackle hung on Loki's left wrist, and fresh blood was dripping onto the ground along the shackle. His body was covered in wounds, and a huge wound deep enough to see the bone extended from his left shoulder to the back of his right waist, and fresh blood soaked all his clothes.

Loki's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Just after walking out of the gate, he knelt on the ground, panting constantly. A burst of anger in Thor was held in his chest. He gritted his teeth and said to Loki: "You cheated me again, right?!"

"... Cheated you?" Thor heard Loki's voice come. He spoke very laboriously, carrying painful emotions.

"Is the attack of the Rainbow Bridge fake? Is the destruction of my body fake? Or is it that..." Loki swallowed his saliva laboriously. He coughed dryly twice. Thor smelled a strong bloody smell. He heard Loki say: "... Is the divine power and priesthood in your body fake?"

Thor was stunned.

Before, he was immersed in the despair and sadness of Loki's death and had not mobilized the divine power in his body at all. And now he concentrated his attention and felt the divine power and priesthood belonging exclusively to the God of Fire churning in his body. Since being exiled to Earth by Odin, he had not felt such abundant power for a long time.

Loki could only have one priesthood and one divine power. This was an unchangeable rule of Asgard forever. And now, the priesthood and divine power of the God of Fire were in his body, which meant that Loki had lost all his power, which meant that he would no longer have divine power to release illusions and create phantoms.

Which meant... Thor strode to Loki. The moment his hand touched Loki's shoulder, he confirmed that the wounds on Loki's body were real. Thor gasped.

Loki had never suffered such a serious injury.

All mages in Asgard would not charge to the front line. They generally hid at the very back of the battle line, releasing interference magic. Loki had been on the battlefield, but he had never fought on the front line, and therefore almost had no chance of being injured.

Thor still remembered that the most serious injury Loki had suffered was once during a battle, when he was ambushed by an assassin who sneaked to the back of the battle line. An arrow grazed his arm. This wound healed in less than two hours, but after returning, Frigga was sad for three whole days, and then this matter was mentioned by Frigga for more than five hundred years.

Thor felt his head somewhat dizzy, his fingers somewhat trembling. The strong bloody smell coming from Loki made him dizzy. Thor had never imagined that as a veteran warrior, he would actually feel dizzy because of the smell of blood.

"Get out." Loki said.

"Loki... Loki, tell me, what is going on?" Thor staggered back two steps.

Loki coughed fiercely twice. The shaking of his chest made the wound crack more seriously. But Grandmaster and the Red King on the high platform were not satisfied with the "warm" conversation between these two. What they wanted to see was a duel of killing each other.

Grandmaster stretched out one hand, and the brilliance of magic flashed between his fingers. Loki let out a scream, and several magical halos appeared on his body.

Now, Thor knew how the huge wound on Loki's body came from, because those magical halos were cutting Loki's body, making him let out a violent scream.

Grandmaster said: "Attack him! Loki! This is the arena. No matter who he was, no matter what relationship you have, now he is your opponent..."

"If you don't attack him, the one who dies will be you, understand?!"

The magical halo disappeared, Loki fell to the ground, and then motionless. Accompanied by the sound of Loki's heavy panting, it was the tiny sound of wind blowing up dust that no one heard.

That kind of sharp willpower began to gradually materialize. Tiny whirlwinds surged up at Thor's feet. Thor's hand holding the long spear began to tremble.

Just when Grandmaster and the Red King were watching Loki's miserable state and began to laugh, at the far end of the sky on Sakaar, a low rumbling sound came—

This planet that never rained, thundered.