.... No one has ever seen Gao Tianzun himself use force, and you have seen him like that...... In fact, all this lord needs is Nunu's mouth, and the army under his command and the massive 'scavengers' of vassals will solve all problems for him."

"Trash Bug" Kadletz was still whispering in his ear, and James looked at the sky northeast of the "Athletic Capital", where a spaceship the size of a sesame seed in his field of vision was flying towards the void above the city where energy and electricity were mixed.

Before entering the hole, the spaceship exploded into a little spark under the influence of the energy turbulence raging around it, and shattered into slag in an instant.

"Hey! There are not many people who try to leave Saka by themselves, except for the will of the High Heavenly Venerable on this planet, there are no laws, no rules, no constraints, everyone can do whatever they want', of course....."

The small airship made from scrap parts resembles a larger sidecar with no lid on top, and you can look out into the sky to see the buildings and streets of different shapes and colors below the city.

James watched as a pale and corpse-like alien was arguing loudly with a short figure in a leather mask next to a stall on the side of the road.

The two cursed and shoved each other a few times before drawing their weapons almost at the same time, and the masked man was faster, and exploded the white-skinned alien's head with a single shot, and didn't care about the pale yellow brains splashed on his body, neatly packed up the stall and walked away. 「.... Hehe, of course, you also have the strength to bear the 'do whatever others want' to you."

Kadlec glanced down habitually, and his thin green face was full of bones, and asked James tentatively:

"Your Excellency, you, are you sure to go straight to the Championship Arena? To be honest, I've never heard of a volunteer gladiator there, so why don't I take you to a good place where you can relax for a few days? Saka's ultimate indulgence on any living planet—"

"Don't talk nonsense, go straight to the arena and sign up."

James waved his hand impatiently, although the "garbage bug" repeated words made him understand a lot about the chaotic Saka star, but he really felt that the other party was too annoying.

Kadletz shrunk his neck in a huff, but his narrow triangular eyebrows relaxed a lot, and he pushed down the steering stick and flew towards the most conspicuous tower in the city, like a huge mountain.

From the middle of the tower, the body of the tower is cast with silver-white metal heads, with elephant-like proboscis monsters, two-headed people with two heads overlapping up and down, and an unknown race of horse-faced silver helmets....

There was only one warrior who looked like he was wearing a helmet from the ancient Greek period of Earth, and he was basically indistinguishable from a human.

"These are the warriors who have won the title of champion, the strongest in history?"

James said, getting up and lifting his long legs from the flying boat and striding down. There is an empty platform the size of a stadium in the tower, and from time to time scavenger hunters with various combat gear emerge from the parked spaceship.

They brought their "prey" imprisoned or chained in metal cages to the entrance of the high platform and pulled the price tags, handing over the fierce races of different shapes to the operators of the arena, and the scene of the noise was like a market for the sale of livestock.

"Your Excellency, you're right, there will be new champions born in the arena every month, but only if you are undefeated for at least fifty games and live until the end there is no opponent at all, you can be called a real champion, and the status of Saka Star is only below the High Heavenly Venerable, and you can cast a statue on the Athletic Tower."

The "garbage bug" bent down and rubbed his hands, his eyes glanced at the neatly equipped Gao Tianzun minions like regular troops at the entrance of the tower, and smiled at James:

"Hehe, are you waiting here for a moment? I'll go and help you go through some of the complicated formalities for the competition, and I'll be back soon.......

James nodded with a satisfied look on his face, and looked out of the tower with his arms crossed and looked into the distance of the city.

The humble smile on his face was immediately swept away by the small steps of the Cadeletz of Zehouberg towards the gladiatorial slave detention center.

"Hey! Iron head, bring a 'big fish' here, a real 'big fish!'"

"You... Your name is Ka... What, hmm... I can't remember, hum, a garbage bug that doesn't even have a number, what big fish can catch."

The guard in charge of the Arena's slaves wore an irregularly shaped helmet, probably with a large head of his own, and a trembling slender neck that was always feared to break.

"Ha, this big fish is worth at least three million Sakakin, you gather the guards quickly, he's not easy to deal with, even the nerve suppressor—ho... Uhhh

Kadletz felt only a light tap on the back of his heart, and then the internal organs of his chest immediately burst open, and a large amount of internal bleeding gushed out from his mouth and nose, and he choked on dark green blood in his throat and coughed violently.

He turned slowly with his eyes bulging, and watched as the tall black shadow completely obscured the light above his head.

"Hmm...... That's right, the organ structure of aliens should be different from that of humans, and a broken heart may not necessarily cause immediate death, and when you last spoke just now, your heartbeat and blood flow rate became a lot faster, and it seems that as a weak person's "'attributes'", I didn't remember it.

James slapped the back of his hand lightly, and slapped it on the side of the "garbage bug" on the head like crashing into a speeding truck, and flew the stupid boy who came to "sell" himself dozens of meters away, and fell from the competitive tower.

The arena guards were stunned for a few seconds, then hurriedly gathered together, picked up the guns in their hands, and aimed them all at James's head.

"What? Is this a violation of the law, or is it a violation of the rules of the High Heavenly Venerable?"

The Iron Head and the other guards looked at each other a few times, and according to the rules of this planet, the dark-haired man who suddenly moved the killer did nothing wrong.

"I'm here to sign up for the championship fight, I'm a free contestant, not one of those slaves who have been captured, is there a problem?"

James dusted off the tattered fur trench coat he had plucked from the "garbage bug", and Mr. Howlett, who had never worn such dirty clothes, just wanted to get a new one as soon as possible.

"I've never heard of a free contestant, uh... But whether you are a slave or not, once you become a competitor, you have no right to quit or avoid the battle, die on the field, or become a champion, there are only two ways."

There was no trace of emotion and tone of ups and downs in the voice of the iron-headed urn, and the tower guards were no longer nervous with their guns, but just looked indifferently at the man who took the initiative to go to a dead end, but they were a little more interested in watching him play.

"There's only one problem."

James nodded knowingly, rubbing the thick stubble on his chin that he was not used to, and quickly replied:

「.. How long will it take to schedule the first game, and also, give me a new and clean outfit."

-

The defensive shield of the Asgard Golden Palace is based on the energy of the Rainbow Bridge, and this dazzling power that seems to only open up the spatial teleportation bridge can actually be used in a variety of ways.

Even it is part of the so-called "power of Odin", or Odin's divine power is also related to the rainbow bridge.

"Phoenix" was distracted by the whole battle of the Rainbow Bridge, and Emma didn't know what was wrong with her, after all, this student who regarded her as her own was no longer the well-behaved and obedient Jean who could be seen through the White Queen's mind.

But when she finally got serious, the last barrier of the Divine Domain was quickly shattered under the impact of the golden fire phoenix.

"Heimdall, it's all because of me, you're right, the blood of the Asgardians shouldn't be shed for a needless battle to the death, take your people back to the Ancestral Mountain, and protect your father."

Thor said and grabbed his brother's wrist, staring at Loki's dark eyes with a pair of blue pupils under his deep eyebrow bones, but the latter lowered his head unnaturally when he heard the word "father", pursed his thin lips and did not make a sound, as if he did not have the confidence to carry this burden.

"For the people of Midgard they want a word for their 'king'! Then I'll do it—"

Rumble!

The loud roar that shook the entire continent of Asgard was not the power of Jean Grey's blast on the defensive light curtain

As a result, in the deepest part of the Golden Palace, a rhythmic slam of blows was a sound that was familiar to all the Aesir Protoss.

God-King Odin Poulsen strides forward with an eagle helmet and golden armor, holding the eternal spear "Gangenir", the frost-white hair of the old god-king is meticulously attached to the side of his face, and the pupil of the right eye that was once sacrificed is covered by a delicate dark golden armor.

As he walked from the center of the palace to the entrance of the Golden Palace, the spear in his hand smashed down on the golden path, spreading slowly with a ring of brilliant ripples.

Behind Odin was a three-meter-tall iron giant, with spiky and riveted shoulders and a body covered with runes that imbued the casting style of the Divine Domain.

The caretaker of the treasure house of Asgard, the weapon of the "Destroyer" has been dented and the hole in the skull has been opened, and it seems that the hollow chest has been lit with a fierce fire, following behind the God King like an eternal torch.

The continent of Asgard has entered the night, there is no sun and moon in the sense of cosmic celestial bodies, only two giant clusters of bright yellow and white light hanging in the sky, rising and falling with the time of the gods.

"The phoenix born of desire, this is not a place where you can be presumptuous!" Airplanes!

Every piece of armor on Odin's body, even with him, was visibly older, and his face covered with fine folds was covered in fiery silver light.

He stood diagonally with the Eternal Spear, pointing at the magnificent golden phoenix bird in the sky above the Divine Domain, and shot out a hundred-meter-long streamer from the tip of the spear, piercing the chest of the Flame Phoenix with a bang.

The mournful chirp resounded through the starry sky, and even in the cosmic space thousands of kilometers away, you could still see the shocking blow of God King Odin and the golden phoenix that bathed in fire gradually dissipated and scattered pieces of light.

Jean Grey's bright yellow wings of fire slowly fell from the sky, and her emerald green eyes were already filled with flames.

God-King Odin waved his hand to disperse the egg-shaped light curtain that wrapped around the Golden Palace, and he walked to the Rainbow Bridge on one knee on either side of the God's Domain army, and his body, almost as tall as Colossus, was firmly in front of the Sirius Legion.

"Humans, what do you want?"

Odin Poulsen just stood there, and the entire continent of Asgard seemed to follow his one-eyed gaze, surging with panic and invisible oppression gathered on the enemies who had invaded the divine realm.

His tone was still arrogant and domineering, as if he could wipe out this group of outsiders who had almost penetrated the Divine Domain and were about to attack the Golden Palace with a single hand.

The White Queen met the gaze of the legendary god king, and her momentum was even greater. "I will, my husband, their father, their king!" Phew!

Only the moment Emma's voice fell, Jean Grey raised her hands above her head, and another golden phoenix condensed from her body, chirping and rushing straight up to the dome.

With a more majestic and majestic posture than just now, the phoenix shone on the entire Asgard under the dark night almost like day, reflecting the white queen's sharp shout.

"I can't give you back James Howlett, the most talented warrior I've ever seen in 10,000 years, but with some power..... Even Howlett's immortal body is irresistible, there is no figure of him in the Jinlunga chasm, and there are thousands of gaps and mysterious dimensions in the universe, once lost..."

Odin's response was unapologetic, but it was full of helpless regret.

Once again, he recalled the language of Ragnarok, and if Asgard's fate of death could not be avoided, let him finally throw the eternal spear in his hand for the prosperity and tranquility of this land!

「.. I can't give you your husband, their king, the Midgardians, me, the god-king Odin Poulsen, Asgard, and the ruler of the Nine Kingdoms! King of the gods, I can only bring you, war!"

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The army of the Aesir Protoss no longer had the slightest sense of decadence and death, and even the young warriors who were struggling to escape for their lives struck the golden shield with their long swords with their eyes, and in the sound of shield strikes, they cleaned up their ranks and followed the footsteps of the two princes.

Airplanes! Emma Howlett stared at Odin's one-eyed and was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her right arm, and her whole body instantly turned into a brilliant diamond body, blasting the strongest spiritual piercing in her life into the god-king's mind.

Odin suffers

With a muffled roar, his pupils constricted and he subconsciously pushed forward a punch, knocking out the slightest crack in the White Queen's body and flying towards the battle formation of the legion. At the same time, Jean Grey, Laura, Bucky and others rushed straight towards the God King Ao, killing all kinds of energy, weapons, fists and feet.

For the first time in Asgard's Asgard night, in a land that still maintained the most primitive habit of illuminating the night with torches, every light and shadow was only the silhouette of the slash of the sword and the severed limbs and heads.

In the history of mankind, or in the history of cosmic mythology, there is no troubadour who has witnessed and recorded the most majestic wars that wield swords against the gods.

If there are still nine kingdoms after thousands of years, if no one hears this story again, it will be the biggest regret of this world.