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Although Bant looked very weak, his thigh was not even as thick as Bill's arm, but for some reason, after hearing his words, Bill suddenly felt less sad. Those words were like a sedative that penetrated his blood vessels.

It’s not that he directly believed that Bant could do it, but for Bill now, he could only hope so, cheer up, and find a way to leave this planet.

But what he didn't know was that Bant was not referring to the fate of the surviving Corbin people, but that the fire carrying the Corbin civilization had now been recorded in the real Noah's Ark.

Even if the existing Corbin people perish, he can recreate this race.

in fact,

Most of the genes that Bant included here are of little use value.

To be honest, if these alien races really possessed powerful strength, they would not have lived in this dirty and messy place. They would have completed the three challenges and regained their freedom long ago.

He collected these genes, mostly to collect data for the blank little watch, which would be helpful for him to build his own watch in the future.

After everyone comforted Bill, they soon separated.

"Come on, I'll take you to pick some weapons." Korg calmly pulled Bant and said, as if Bill's defeat had never happened.

It’s not that they don’t sympathize with Bill’s situation, but that their own situation is not much better than Bill’s.

They had seen too many newcomers who had just arrived here, full of anger, unwilling to be humiliated, and thought they had the ability to defeat the champion, but in the end they were ruthlessly killed like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or were disabled for life and rotted in a cage...

Compared to them, Bill is lucky.

He is still alive.

He still has another chance to challenge for the championship.

Although everyone knows that after repeated failures, the flame of his faith will gradually go out, and eventually he will completely merge into this quagmire and fall into darkness.

Just like Korg and Mags, although they still talk about revolution, they have already given up in action.

Bant said nothing about this.

Because he knew that words would always be pale for these gladiators, most of whom had already accepted their fate of slavery and lived day after day in a daze with no tomorrow.

You told them to hold on, to believe that there is still hope and tomorrow, to believe that the glory of freedom will never be buried, and to believe that the power of gathering together is enough to defeat all difficulties...

But they have seen far more difficulties and cruel truths than you have.

They had seen those passionate warriors being twisted into a knot in the arena, with their intestines and spines being pulled out alive...

They are not born numb, but gradually become like this through repeated painful experiences.

All the words are nothing but insignificant sarcasm from those in a high position.

What they need is a win.

We don't even need a real victory, we just need to let them see the hope of winning and see what freedom looks like.

Like a downpour of rain.

Just like those who are lost in the desert, only clear springs can wash away their fatigue.

Even if it's just a mirage.

He couldn't conquer this planet by himself. All he could do was hold the flame and lead everyone forward!

Bant had realized it.

He needed a resounding victory to ignite the almost extinguished fire in these people's hearts.

The stage and the enemy have already been prepared.

So he turned and walked towards the cell door under Korg's surprised gaze, shouting:

"I want to challenge the Queen of Red Wind!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 88 For You, For All of Us (First Order)

Inside the weapons room.

Korg was still complaining about Bant's impulsiveness. He picked up a sword and said:

"You shouldn't have challenged the Red Wind Queen. Although she isn't as brutal as the previous champions, she is unbeatable and she goes all out in every match."

As he spoke, he glanced at Bant, then sighed and shook his head, as if he felt sad for Bant's thin body.

Too weak.

In his opinion, Bant's body had been torn into pieces by other enemies before it could even reach the Queen of Red Wind.

The championship challenge is not an ordinary exhibition match.

"Can't we just challenge the Queen of Red Wind directly?" Bant asked.

He remembered that after Thor came to Sakaar, he could directly fight Hulk.

"It was possible before." Korg said, "But the Red Wind Queen doesn't like to fight weak enemies, so the Red King specially changed the rules. If you want to challenge the Red Wind Queen, you must first prove that you have the strength."

"Hmm..." Bant made an ambiguous hum from his nose. He picked up a hammer that was several times heavier than his own weight and was covered with the fur and blood scabs of an unknown creature.

"Oh, these soldiers are unwilling to even clean their weapons. Who knows if there are any infectious diseases in their blood!" Korg complained.

But Bant didn't care much.

He doesn't need weapons.

He put down the hammer in his hand and asked, "Are the Red Wind Queen and the Red King a couple?"

The titles Red Wind Queen and Red King were so similar that it was hard not to think too much about them.

But Korg shook his head and said, "How could that be?"

At this time, another gladiator interrupted and said, "The reason why the Red Wind Queen has this title is because she claims to be the queen of the Red Wind Empire. She has nothing to do with the Red King."

"Red Wind Empire?"

Bant read the name again and felt it sounded familiar, but he could not recall any information related to the Red Wind Empire in the Marvel Universe.

He had heard of the Skrull Empire and the Kree Empire.

"Your friend doesn't choose his weapon?"

Korg asked Loki, who was in the distance with his head buried in his knees.

Although Bant stated that he wanted to challenge the Queen of Red Wind, it was not him but Loki who would fight in the next match.

This son of Odin had angered the Red King, and as punishment he was made a showpiece in a gladiatorial fight.

At this moment, Loki, who was feeling disheartened by the tricks played by fate, had no fighting spirit at all. He was completely numb. If he continued like this, he might really die here.

"He's a mage..." Bant was unsure, so he added, "Probably."

"I hope he can cheer up." Mags sighed, "The Red King will not let anyone who offends him live. I guess his next opponent will not be any of us, but a troll."

As if worried that Bant didn't understand, Siloy said, "Trolls are giant monsters unique to Sakaar. They eat everything and are extremely ferocious. If he doesn't cheer up, he'll probably become food for the monsters tomorrow."

Hearing this, Bant glanced at Loki.

To be honest, he didn't think the Red King had the courage to kill Loki, but he was also worried that the Red King, who was young and fearless, would really kill Loki.

In order to prevent Loki from dying at the hands of the Red King and causing Sakaar to be destroyed by the angry Odin, Bant felt that he still needed to enlighten Loki.

Besides, some of Loki's abilities are still very useful for Bent to conquer this planet.

Of course, ordinary comfort doesn't work for Asgardians.

Bant directly sarcastically asked: "Is this all the son of Odin is capable of?"

Loki didn't respond.

Bant simply sat next to him and continued, "You know, you are like a lost dog now. Where did your rebellious look on Earth go?"

Loki remained silent.

Seeing this, Bant had no choice but to act tough. He patted his butt and stood up, then said, "Well, no wonder Odin didn't let you inherit his position. You are far inferior to Thor."

Hearing this, Loki finally made a move. He turned his head and glared at Bant with a wronged and angry look, and said harshly: "Odin passed the position of God King to Thor only because Thor is his son and I am not!"

Even though he has fallen to this point, Loki does not want to admit that he is inferior to Thor.

It's ridiculous. That idiot with muscles growing in his head, what else can he do besides swinging a hammer? Without that hammer, he's not even a god.

But Bant didn't think so.

In its early years, Asgard conquered the universe, causing the blood of countless races to flow. While this brought Asgard huge prestige and benefits, it also attracted endless hatred.

If there is no powerful God King sitting in the divine realm, the Nine Realms will immediately fall into chaos, and the giants and dark elves will immediately blow the horn of attack.

"If you become the King of Gods, Asgard will soon be conquered by the assembled enemies, all the warriors of the Gods' Realm will be slaughtered, and all the residents of the Gods' Realm will be enslaved..."

He reached out and tugged at the blood-stained chains on Loki's body, and the pain immediately made Loki clench his teeth.

"Like you." He loosened the chains and continued, "Your friends... forget that you have no friends, but your mother, the noble and immortal mother of the gods, what will happen to her?"

His question struck straight into Loki's soul.

To Loki, everyone in Asgard is like a tough father. No matter whether they are men or women, they are not gentle at all.

Except for the goddess Frigga.

Loki's heart suddenly began to beat fast. He was wondering what would happen if he really let the Frost Giants come to the God's Realm and no one stopped them.

But Bant interrupted him again and said in a more cruel tone: "It's a good thing you don't have a chance, because you will die tomorrow, on this garbage planet, like garbage."

"I won't die!"

Loki said through gritted teeth.

"Really? Are you going to just rot in this place?" Bant asked softly, "Don't forget that you are the son of Odin."

Then, Bant leaned over and whispered in Loki's ear: "Loki, don't you want to be a true and qualified king?"

"Become a king?" Loki was stunned.

"Yes, for yourself, and for all of us!"

"Heimdall's eyes can see the nine realms, and Odin's raven allows him to see into the universe. Do you think he is watching you in Asgard?" Bant asked.

"Do you want to sink into oblivion, or do you want to let him see that you are the one who is truly qualified to be the king?"

In an instant, a desire suddenly ignited in Loki's heart.

In fact, he didn't really want to be king. He just wanted to prove that he was qualified and that he was no worse than Thor.

"what do you want me to do?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 89 The fight begins! (First order required)

the next day.

The arena was still packed.

Although the Queen of Red Wind does not appear every day, for the Saka people living in the imperial capital, watching other slaves having fun is also a thrilling thing.

Not to mention, the honorable Lord Red King has already indicated that there will be two extraordinary contestants today.

One of them has an extraordinary identity, and the other is so stupid that he actually wants to challenge for the championship.

How could they miss such a good show?

Although, according to normal procedures, the challenger has to wait until at least the third day to meet the Queen of Red Wind.

But they couldn't wait until the third day to come and watch the fun, because who knew where that idiot would die?

Before the competition begins, every participant needs to tidy up their appearance.

They have to put on armor and pick up weapons, after all, there is no fun in simply killing.

At this moment, Loki was pressed on a chair, and a hunchbacked old man came out swinging a mechanical arm. With a flick of his wrist, the machine on the mechanical arm suddenly unfolded, and all kinds of scissors and razors began to work, which made Loki panic.

"What do you want to do!" His voice became sharp and trembling.

"Don't move. My hands aren't as steady as they used to be."

"I swear in the name of Odin, you can't cut my hair! Wait, I beg you not..." Loki shouted.

But Master Li turned a deaf ear to him.