Chapter 240: Light (Part 1)

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

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

"You are the newcomer that His Royal Highness has chosen, so I came to tell you the rules of Sakaar gladiator..." The old man named Abe held a spear in his hand. Although he was old, his speech was still clear. His teeth trembled a little when he spoke, as if he had no 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 caught another Asgardian... Who is he?"

Abe shook his head and said to himself: "On the day of the game, you have to dress up, put on the designated armor, put on the helmet, and take your weapon. This is your weapon. Do you need me to introduce it to you?"

Abe showed Thor the spear in his hand. Thor's eyes fell on it, and he showed a somewhat sarcastic look. His facial muscles, which had not made expressions for too long, were a little stiff.

Thor's cheeks were completely sunken, and his eyes were deeply sunken in his eye sockets. He could no longer see the heroic and heroic Asgardian prince. He looked like a prisoner who had been locked up for many years.

But after his eyes regained some of their spirit, a sharper temperament emerged from him, which made his every expression very eye-catching. Abe saw his expression and said, "I have only heard of the Aesir from others. I heard that you are born with great power, so you'd better show your true ability, so that His Royal Highness may let you go."

"Is that person your prince?" Thor asked, "What's his name?"

When mentioning Prince Yashan, Abe trembled, and then said, "How can I mention the name of His Royal Highness? He is the most respected prince of Sakaar, the favorite youngest son of His Majesty the Emperor, and the future master of Sakaar... …”

“…Why do you…ahem…respect him so much?”

“Because he is the most respected prince of Sakaar…”

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: “Later, His Royal Highness will let you go out and duel with his brave gladiators. You must remember to put on your clothes and armor and take your weapons…”

As he said that, he left with a hunched body. Not long after, a Sakaar guard walked into the dungeon, opened Thor’s cell door, and then opened the lock on his wrist and escorted him to the outside of the dungeon.

After walking up from the dungeon, there was a small parade ground. Prince Yashan was standing in the middle of the parade ground, and two strong aliens were fighting in front of him.

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

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

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

In the past, Thor was like most Asgardians, with a firm expression and a brave temperament, but now, he seemed to have changed from a blunt weapon to a sharp weapon, and from a war hammer to a spear.

Prince Yashan looked at him, and his first reaction was to take a half step back with a guilty conscience, but soon, he realized what he had done just now, and he was so angry that he asked the guard to whip Thor hard.

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

Thor restrained his eyes and lowered his head. Prince Yashan thought he was afraid, and was about to show a smug expression, when he heard Thor say in a hoarse voice: "I now understand how ridiculous what I did before was."

"Just like you now, maybe I was in some higher position back then. In my opinion, he is just an ignorant native who is fighting in an ant nest..."

Prince Yashan didn't understand what he wanted to say, but he could hear the sarcasm in Thor's tone. He walked up and kicked Thor hard, knocking him to the ground, and then said: "Do you think you are noble? Aesir? This is Sakaar, not a place where you can run wild!"

"If you are really capable, would you be in such a mess? You'd better be honest and don't embarrass me in the next duel, otherwise..."

As he said that, he turned to look at the two aliens who were fighting. One of them had already lost and was beaten on the ground by the other. Prince Yashan waved his hand with a gloomy face, signaling his subordinates to separate them, and then carried the defeated one over.

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

The Arcturian showed a fearful and desperate expression. When Prince Yashan raised the 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 passed through his body, and blood splattered on Thor's face. He still lowered his head expressionlessly, with long golden hair hanging on his shoulders. The sharp temperament became more and more difficult to conceal. Even a few steps away, you can feel that it is a bit piercing.

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

"Look, Aesir, you are a piece of trash thrown out by your people, you will never get so much respect and worship like me!"

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

Prince Yashan seemed 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, and have a long lifespan, and they will become stronger as they grow older.

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

Prince Yashan felt that he had created the history of the Saka people by being able to trample such a race under his feet. No one has ever captured an Aesir as a slave. He is 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 yourselves the most warlike race in the universe, so now, go and defeat him, go and defeat the strongest gladiator here, and prove yourselves..."

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 either, but another larger and stronger creature, with a small and long head and a huge body of flesh. When Thor came over, the flesh roared and rushed towards him.

Thor was wearing handcuffs and shackles, and a heavy chain hung around his neck. He couldn't dodge at all, and was immediately pounced on by the flesh monster. The flesh 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 flesh monster in the eye, making it scream in pain and open its mouth.

Thor half-knelt in the same place 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 it seemed that he had completely lost the glory of the Aesir.

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

Prince Ashan laughed like a triumphant 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.

For many days and nights, he was just like the fool in front of him, looking at the enemies who knelt at his feet, laughing triumphantly, and thinking of himself as the winner who controlled everything.

Just like what Prince Ashan did, he asked his subordinates to hold down the losers, and then he stabbed them, 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, and their eyes were 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 Ashan saw that Thor suddenly stood up, his sharp will almost became tangible, his eyes were red and his face was distorted, as if he was fighting with an invisible existence.

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

Thor saw the truth of history and the past in a trance. The Aesir stepped on the corpses of their enemies, their hands were covered with blood, bonfires rose, songs resounded, and they put a hypocritical coat on the killing and endless destruction, and then danced and celebrated wildly.

More and more corpses, more and more blood, more and more powerful forces, 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 magnificent Fairy Palace. The gods became helpless sheep, screaming in the terrible fire, and finally died.

Under the barrier of the universe, 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.