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The battle between the Asgardian Legion and the Troll tribe was incredibly easy, a complete one-sided crushing game (crushing victory).
First, let's talk about equipment. The Asgardian warriors' golden, shining armor and magic weapons were not on the same level as the crude stone clubs and wooden sticks in the Trolls' hands.
Then, physical fitness. The Trolls' boasted brute strength held no advantage against these Captain America-level Asgardian super soldiers.
Not to mention, the Asgardian side also had Thor, a hero unit, overseeing the battle. Dealing with Troll foot soldiers was as simple as slicing melons and dicing vegetables.
Secondly, there were the Warriors Three and Sif. Their strength was slightly weaker than Thor's, but they were still barely considered hero units, the kind with no skills, only basic attacks.
And Darian, of course, goes without saying.
He and BT simultaneously outputted damage, and the gunfire from the Gatling and XO-16 chain cannons almost never stopped.
In this battle, which was primarily fought with cold weapons, the man and the machine stood out, like a dimensional strike.
Many Trolls noticed Darian, the conspicuous one, and roared as they charged towards him.
Actually, Thor was also conspicuous.
But the name of Thor was known throughout the Nine Realms, and no one dared to confront him directly.
So the Trolls triggered the 'bully the weak, fear the strong' buff, unanimously aiming their attacks at Darian, who seemed easier to deal with.
This small guy clearly looked like a squishy ranged fighter; as long as they got close, he would definitely...
Bang!!
Darian delivered a fierce left front kick, sending the charging Troll flying back over ten meters. The Troll spewed a line of blood in mid-air, and after hitting the ground heavily, it was silent.
The other Trolls were stunned on the spot, collectively swallowing their saliva.
Darian put away his overheated Gatling, slowly put on his magic mask, instantly activated his Body Protection Spell, and burst forth with dazzling white light. At the same time, he held two magic swords that looked like light tubes, making him shine like a thousand-watt lightbulb.
"Not bad, not bad," Darian grinned. "You've successfully unlocked my second form."
"..."
The Trolls stared at the blinding light source in front of them, which they could barely make out as human-shaped, and were all astonished.
As far as they knew, the Asgardian powerhouses were generally famous Gods, but who was this glowing being?
A Light Dwarf?
Darian didn't know what they were thinking, but he felt a strong sense of malice. Seeing that the Trolls were hesitant to advance, he snorted coldly and directly charged forward.
Charge!
Whirlwind Slash!
Decapitate!
Jump Slash!
Illumination Spell! Illumination Spell! Illumination Spell!
As a mage, Darian immediately unleashed a series of fluid professional combos!
Now he was a master of cold weapons. The two magic swords moved like flowing water in his hands, and various mage-exclusive skills were frequently used, leaving the Trolls utterly defenseless!
There was nothing they could do; they couldn't even open their eyes. How were they supposed to fight like this?
Seeing the terrifying combat power of the Asgardian side, the Trolls completely lost their will to fight. Their army collapsed like a mountain. The remaining Trolls let out a howl, dropped their clubs, and turned to flee frantically towards the outskirts of the battlefield.
The Asgardian side achieved ultimate victory!
However, the Asgardian Legion didn't react much to this.
After all, this battle was a complete crushing victory in terms of equipment and combat power from the very beginning. The victory came without suspense.
In fact, the Asgardian side suffered very little damage throughout the entire war.
The only ones who suffered substantial damage were the Asgardian warriors closer to Darian. They were caught in the crossfire during the battle, blinded by the screen-filling light pollution, and accidentally wounded by their own teammates, becoming the few casualties in this campaign.
"We won!"
"It's a good thing we had Asgard's help!"
"Who was that Light Dwarf? He was amazing!"
"..."
The Dwarves were overjoyed, each one dancing with excitement.
After all, working for Asgard not only offered generous payment and no bargaining, but also free security services.
Compared to the Trolls, who freeloaded and loved to dictate, Asgard was simply the ideal client.
King Eitri strode forward and solemnly thanked Thor: "Thanks to Asgard's timely assistance, otherwise our Dwarf race would have been in grave danger this time."
"Asgard's allies, we are duty-bound to provide strong support."
Thor laughed heartily, then noticed what Eitri was holding: "Dwarf King, why are you holding a speaker?"
Eitri: "..."
Isn't this for you Asgardians to set the mood?
After the battle with the Troll tribe, the Asgardian Legion took a short rest in Nidavellir.
During this interval, Darian successfully activated the map for this area at the Dwarf forge, allowing him to teleport to Nidavellir at any time in the future.
This was a good place.
The Dwarves possessed the Nine Realms' top forging craftsmanship. Many divine artifacts were crafted by them, making it no exaggeration to call it a 'Divine Artifact Mall'.
If he gained their friendship, he could ask them to help forge divine artifacts in the future.
Thinking of this, Darian patted Eitri's shoulder-thigh.
Eitri: ( __ )
Darian: ( ゜ _ ゜ )
Is this really a Dwarf?
"Wait for me for a bit, okay?"
Darian summoned BT to his side, then stood in its cockpit.
Eitri: ( ⊙ - ⊙ )
Darian: ( ⊙ - ⊙ )
BT: [ o ]
Perfect height, significantly improved conversation experience.
Darian looked Eitri in the eye and got straight to the point: "Dwarf King, approximately how much does it cost to forge a piece of equipment here?"
Eitri, seeing it was Darian who had saved the Dwarf race, patiently answered: "That depends on what you want to forge. Materials, craftsmanship, enchantment level, and so on, all determine the final price."
Darian tentatively asked: "What about forging a Mjolnir like Thor's?"
Upon hearing this, Eitri extended a thick finger: "Starting price, this much."
"One hundred million?"
"No, it's the core of a dying star as an energy source, plus several tons of Uru metal. And that's just the most basic material cost."
Darian: "..."
Asgard is truly rich!
Eitri's tone then shifted: "However, you helped our Dwarf race. In return, the Dwarf race can forge one piece of equipment for you for free. All labor costs are waived; you only need to prepare the necessary materials yourself."
Darian's eyes immediately lit up: "Then it's a deal!"
Receiving King Eitri's promise of one free forging, this single gain alone made the trip to Nidavellir worthwhile.
Soon, the Asgardian Legion was rested and ready.
Thor yelled Heimdall's name upwards, and Heimdall, back in Asgard, immediately received the signal and activated the Bifrost Bridge without a word.
The Bifrost Bridge was practically an interstellar teleportation cheat. With it, the Asgardian Legion could teleport anywhere in the Nine Realms at any time, directly descending like Gods to quell local conflicts.
And Thor, as the overall commander, perfectly adhered to his exclusive tactical philosophy.
Which was: don't overthink anything, just charge in and get it done!
Every time the legion teleported to a new location, before everyone had even fully stabilized, Thor would already be swinging his Mjolnir, shouting "For Asgard!" and then charging headfirst into the enemy ranks without looking back.
The Asgardian warriors following Thor were long accustomed to his style. They didn't need orders; they simply grabbed their weapons and charged forward.
And surprisingly, in situations where equipment and combat power were completely overwhelming, this simple and crude tactic proved remarkably effective.
No matter what formation the enemy adopted or what strategy they employed, the Asgardian Legion, like a bulldozer, flattened everything in its path, crushing opponents one by one with overwhelming force.
This tactic was also very suitable for Darian's style.
First, he would sweep with the Gatling. When his mana was almost depleted, he would immediately activate his Body Protection Spell, grab his two magic swords, transform into a melee mage, and charge into the enemy formation, sword light flashing, cutting down anyone in his path.
As he participated in more and more battles, Darian became quite a celebrity in the Asgardian Legion.
Now, the Asgardian warriors had all been trained by Darian to have a conditioned reflex. As soon as they saw him start to put away his Gatling, they would immediately move back a dozen meters, their movements as synchronized as if rehearsed, fearing that a moment's delay would expose them to the blinding light pollution.
And after the battles ended, Darian took the opportunity to activate several map coordinates, allowing him to take an impromptu alien trip anytime he wished.
However, the Nine Realms were truly vast, and there were endless troubles to deal with.
Even with the Bifrost Bridge as a teleportation cheat, the Asgardian Legion was still a bit overwhelmed.
So, they decided to split the legion into several groups and act separately.
Thor naturally led one team, Sif also led a team, and the Warriors Three jointly commanded a team, heading to different Realms to quell disturbances.
Don't ask why the Warriors Three, clearly three individuals, only commanded one team. If you ask, it's the World's will; the three of them had long been considered a single entity, completely inseparable, like a Magneton.
But when allocating combat power, they struggled with Darian's assignment.
After all, Darian's strength was truly a bit excessive. No matter which team they put him in, he would cause damage overflow.
Darian suggested: "How about I also lead a team independently?"
Actually, he had long wanted to work alone. Task rewards were settled based on contribution, and constantly tagging along with the Asgardian Legion didn't earn him much contribution.
Especially Thor, that guy, would charge in and start fighting as soon as he landed.
If Thor only remembered he was the Hammer God, that would be fine, but he was afraid the other party would suddenly have a flash of inspiration and remember he was also Thor, the God of Thunder. Then it would be completely over. A few 'Raiden Assist Me' attacks would clear the battlefield, and he wouldn't even get a sip of the soup.
"Good! Then you shall lead a team!"
Thor agreed without a second thought, as straightforward as ever.
He waved his hand, intending to allocate a thousand regular soldiers to Darian, but Darian refused.
The more people, the thinner the contribution spread, which wasn't cost-effective.
In the end, Darian only requested three hundred Spartans—no, Asgardian warriors.
No one else had any objections to this.
It's worth noting that Darian's name is still inscribed on the Asgardian Gladiator Arena's clear-rank list.
For Asgardians, who revered martial prowess, this was undoubtedly one of the most respected honors.
This achievement was enough for Darian to earn the recognition of all Asgardian warriors; no one questioned whether he was qualified to lead a team.
Darian scanned his three hundred elite soldiers, his gaze stopping on a bald, burly man in the back row who was deliberately keeping his head down.
"Oi, you bald guy, yes, you! Step forward!"
Darian crooked his finger at the man.
The bald, burly man who was called stiffened, then slowly shuffled out of the ranks.
Darian leaned in and saw the familiar face, immediately amused: "Aren't you Skurge?"
This person was none other than his opponent in his first official match in the Gladiator Arena back then, the axe-wielding man codenamed the Executioner.
Skurge was a bit embarrassed: "Officer, you still remember me."
Darian nodded: "Of course I remember. Your axe is very effective; it truly lives up to being a weapon forged by Dwarves."
Skurge: "..."
So he only remembered my axe!?
Darian continued: "Your strength is good. From now on, you will be my adjutant and stay by my side."
Skurge was first startled, then his face lit up with joy—this was like a pie falling from the sky!
Becoming Darian's Officer meant more opportunities to prove himself. After he returned to Asgard, he might even get a position.
He immediately straightened his back and excitedly replied, "Yes, Officer! I am at your service!"
Darian smiled slightly, sizing him up again.
"By the way, what weapon are you using now?"
"This."
Skurge drew a finely crafted short axe from his lower back.
However, compared to the imposing battle-axe he once wielded, this short axe seemed quite shabby. To go from a great axe to a short axe was truly a bit pathetic.
"You won't need a weapon."
Darian took Skurge's short axe, then casually pulled out a speaker and handed it to him: "From now on, you'll use this. During battle, your job is to play background music."
"Huh?"
Skurge was stunned.
"What do you mean 'huh'? This task is very important. Giving it to you shows my trust, understand?"
"Un-understood."
"Good, good. Work hard, and becoming a general in the future won't be a dream."
Darian patted Skurge's arm and turned to walk towards the Bifrost Bridge's light column that had already activated nearby.
Skurge watched Darian's retreating figure and suddenly realized.
Wait, Officer!
You haven't returned my axe!
Vanaheim!
As one of the Nine Realms, it had not been peaceful here lately.
All because an alien pirate group called the Ravagers had set their sights on this fertile land.
Just recently, they arrived in their spaceship, relying on their strong firepower to burn, kill, and pillage everywhere, committing all sorts of atrocities and making the local natives suffer immensely.
At this moment, a group of oddly shaped Ravagers had surrounded a small village, making it impossible to escape.
The leader was a burly, one-eyed giant, carrying a large gun on his shoulder that looked like several scrapped engines haphazardly welded together.
He was shouting at the trembling villagers, "Hand over all the resources in your village! Otherwise, we'll raze this wretched village to the ground!"
The villagers were too terrified to breathe, until finally, the old village chief shakily stepped forward.
"It's not that we won't hand them over, but our village's resources were already taken by another group of Ravagers yesterday."
The one-eyed giant: "..."
Although they were all Ravagers, they were completely different teams.
It was similar to a franchise model: Raider was just a brand. As long as the conditions were met, one could join the alien pirate group, but each operated independently, and whoever snatched the loot kept it.
"F***! All that work for nothing!"
The one-eyed giant cursed, glaring fiercely at the old village chief: "Since there are no resources, you bunch of good-for-nothings have no value in living. Brothers, kill these poor devils."
Bang!
A gunshot interrupted the one-eyed giant's words.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, his head suddenly exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the nearby subordinate's face.
The scene instantly fell silent. Everyone present was stunned, turning to look in the direction from which the bullet had come.
They saw Darian holding a gleaming Desert Eagle in one hand, smoke still rising from its muzzle.
Thump thump thump—!
Accompanied by an exciting BGM, Darian walked towards them with an arrogant swagger, Skurge by his side carrying a large speaker, and behind him, three hundred Asgardian strong men, their golden armor glinting in the sunlight.
What a rich army!
A thought flashed through everyone's minds.
"Ugly bastards, where are you from? Don't you know this territory is under our protection?"
Darian's tone was arrogant, his gaze sweeping over the group of Ravagers: "Hand over all the resources on your spaceship! Otherwise, I'll chop you ugly bastards into minced meat!"
The Ravagers exchanged glances, not reacting for a moment.
They usually robbed others; today, they were being robbed?
A bolder minion raised his gun: "Who are you? How dare you rob us Ra...".
Bang!
Another gunshot, and this minion's head instantly blew open.
Darian snorted coldly: "You don't even recognize Asgard, the Nine Realms' number one gang. You deserve to die!"
Ravagers: "..."
They certainly knew Asgard, but they had never heard of Asgard having this style!
This behavior was even more ruthless than theirs!
If it weren't for the three hundred Asgardian regular soldiers standing behind him, they would definitely have thought this was a newly risen gang leader from some galaxy.
Darian didn't care what they thought, saying coldly: "I'll give you three seconds! Put down your weapons, men to the left, women to the right, hands on your heads and squat! One second late and I'll chop you into minced meat!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
Clatter!
Before he could even shout "One," he saw weapons scattered all over the ground.
These Ravagers, usually fierce and intimidating, were now as docile as lambs, splitting into two lines, squatting with their hands on their heads, not daring to make a sound.
Several genderless aliens spun anxiously in place, then, steeling themselves, simply knocked themselves unconscious.
It wasn't that they didn't want to move, it was that they truly didn't dare to!
On one hand, the three hundred Asgardian strong men opposite them were all burly and broad-shouldered, their golden armor dazzling. Just standing there was enough to intimidate, completely overwhelming their ragtag group of dozens.
On the other hand, Darian, the leader, was simply too terrifying.
His marksmanship was incredibly accurate, and he was ruthless. They hadn't even clearly seen his movements before their companions fell.
Who could guarantee that they wouldn't be next?
As brigands who had long engaged in burning, killing, and looting, they had no loyalty or backbone to speak of; those things were even scarcer than their consciences.
For them, staying alive was more important than anything else!
"Who's in charge here? Step out and speak!"
Darian scanned the Ravagers squatting on the ground.
A wasteland-style Raider weakly said, "Our leader was shot and killed by you at the beginning."
Darian glanced at the corpse on the ground, then casually pointed at the Raider who had spoken: "Alright, then you're the new leader now! You answer whatever I ask, understand?"
The new leader: ".Understood."
"Very good."
Darian nodded in satisfaction: "First question, how many other Raider teams like yours are there in Vanaheim?"
"Uh, there should be over a hundred teams."
That many?
Darian was surprised at first, but then thought it made sense.
After all, they were an interstellar pirate group; it would be strange if they didn't have some scale.
Then he continued to ask: "Where are the other teams operating?"
"We all work independently, without interfering with each other, and we handle the resources we seize ourselves."
"Then you must have a way to contact each other, right?"
"Yes, yes!"
The new leader quickly nodded: "We have an internal Raider communication channel. Teams can contact each other via encrypted signals."
Darian's interest was piqued: "Encrypted channel? How does it work, specifically?"
The new leader explained: "Every Raider spaceship has a communicator. You can access the channel with that."
"Take me to see it."
Darian had the Asgardian warriors guard the captives in place, while he, accompanied by his Officer Skurge, followed the newly appointed Raider leader towards the valley where they had hidden their spaceship.
Speaking of which, this was his first time encountering a real spaceship.
The Ravagers' spaceship was not large, probably fitting seventy or eighty people at most. Its exterior was covered in scratches and rust, and several places showed obvious signs of later welding and repairs, with patches of dark and light, like an old, patched-up garment.
"Can this broken thing really fly out of the atmosphere?"
Darian couldn't help but murmur, highly doubting it wouldn't fall apart in mid-air.
However, according to the new leader, although the spaceship looked shabby, its core engine and warp drive were still reliable.
It could use fixed natural wormholes in the Universe for spatial jumps, achieving long-distance teleportation. In principle, it was somewhat similar to Darian's teleportation anchors, only not as convenient or free, as it had to find specific jump points to activate.
The Ravagers had relied on this method to travel all the way from distant star systems to Vanaheim.
"So, you can also travel to other star systems through wormholes?" Darian asked.
The new leader quickly nodded: "Yes, as long as the coordinates are set in the navigation system, the spaceship will automatically scan for nearby jump points and plan the optimal route."
"Excellent!"
Darian's lips curved slightly.
With such a spaceship, he could directly expand his game map to the entire Universe.
Then he would go from globally flyable to universally flyable; just thinking about it was exciting!
Afterward, Darian asked many more questions, supplementing the game's World View.
Finally, he suddenly thought of a question and casually asked: "By the way, what language have we been using to communicate?"
"English!"
The new leader answered as a matter of course.
Darian: "???"
He asked with a strange expression: "How do you know English? Is English a universal language in the Universe?"
The new leader explained: "No, we all wear miniature language translators that automatically convert to the language the other party can understand."
"I see."
Darian suddenly understood, finally resolving this confusion.
He had thought that the entire Universe truly spoke English.
Darian did not continue to ask questions, telling the new leader to inventory the resources on the spaceship.
To be fair, these Ravagers had quite a lot of possessions.
In addition to various energy weapons and protective gear, there were also many relatively valuable items, as well as some strange and exotic things. These were all spoils of war that the Ravagers had plundered from various places, all things Darian had never seen before, and he found each one novel.
These weren't Ravagers; they were clearly mobile air-drop crates!
Darian's eyes lit up.
He pocketed everything that interested him, including the miniature language translator the new leader was wearing.
The new leader: "..."
You're a bandit, aren't you!
Although he didn't have the miniature language translator, this didn't hinder Darian from communicating with him at all.
Because Darian had a more advanced language translator: the game system's built-in 'Let's Speak English Together,' which automatically converted both what the other party said and what Darian said into a language both parties could understand.
When the new leader heard Darian spouting authentic hometown dialect, he almost thought the other party was a fellow countryman.
But from their appearance, they were clearly two different species.
The new leader cautiously asked: "Um, I've answered all your questions, can I leave now?"
Darian, as expected, shook his head: "Of course not, I still have one thing I need you to do."
"Wh-what thing?"
"Use the communicator on the spaceship to contact other Ravagers to come over. Tell them a big fat sheep has been found here and assistance is needed."
"..."
Under Darian's threatening gaze, the new leader had no choice but to comply, using the communicator to contact nearby Ravagers.
Soon, a Raider team responded, stating they would arrive immediately.
For no other reason than simply being helpful!
Darian, hearing this, waved his hand: "Skurge, tell the brothers outside, a big fat sheep is about to be delivered to our doorstep. Grab your weapons and get ready!"
The new leader: "..."
Who exactly are the Ravagers here?!
Not long after, the new Raider squad arrived at the scene.
They excitedly disembarked from their spaceship, ready to search for the legendary big fat sheep.
However, they didn't see any big fat sheep. Instead, they saw three hundred Asgardian warriors surrounding them.
Asgardian Warrior:
Raider: (Д≡д)!?
"Hey, have you heard?"
In a certain Ravagers' stronghold, a pineapple-faced member leaned in among his companions, looking mysterious.
"Recently, it seems a special Ravagers team has appeared in Vanaheim. They don't plunder the resources of the locals; they specifically plunder the resources of other Ravagers."
A burly man next to him, who was wiping his weapon, looked up: "I've heard about it too. It's said this Raider-plundering team specifically uses internal communication channels to lure other Raider teams to their doorstep or send coordinates, then they attack them."
"No way, can we Ravagers be plundered by others?"
"Absolutely. Many Raider teams have already fallen victim, disappearing without a trace, ships and all. I have a Raider friend who told me, if you receive any unidentified communication, especially signals claiming to have found a big fat sheep, do not answer! Do not answer!"
"Then we really need to be careful. Oh, by the way, where's our team's communicator?"
"Uh, he seems to be in the spaceship."
Before a Raider team member could finish, the spaceship's hatch suddenly opened, and their companion responsible for communications jumped out, looking excited.
"Guys, I have good news for you! Just now, I received a signal from another Raider team. They said they found a rich 'fat sheep' in the northern valley and urgently need support. I've already sent them our coordinates!"
He stood with his hands on his hips, triumphantly: "Hahaha, we're going to get rich! Aren't you surprised and amazed by this news?!"
Other Ravagers: "…"
Boom boom boom—!
Accompanied by powerful background music, a dozen Raider spaceships flew in at high speed from the sky, surrounding them in the blink of an eye, with their machine guns aimed at them.
"We are the Raider-plundering squad! Immediately put down your weapons and surrender, otherwise, we will open fire in three seconds!"
Other Ravagers: "…"
Communicator: "Huh?"
Without the slightest hesitation, these Ravagers threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender, their movements fluid and natural.
Better to be a coward for a lifetime than a hero for three seconds!
The moment they surrendered, a dozen Raider spaceships landed with a roar, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Darian stepped out of one of the largest and most luxurious spaceships, while a large number of gold-armored Asgardian Warriors poured out of the other ships.
That's right, they were the ones piloting the Raider spaceships.
Darian possessed the soul of an experienced driver, able to skillfully operate any vehicle. He could fly a spaceship as soon as he got his hands on it.
And the Asgardian Warriors, needless to say, as the elite of Asgard, flying spaceships was a mandatory skill.
"Arrest them, and strip them of all their equipment and items."
At Darian's command, dozens of Asgardian Warriors pounced like wolves and tigers.
Head, armor, gun, chest rig, backpack!
Strip it all off!
Even high-value items hidden in secret places were not spared. Their movements were so skilled and efficient, it was clear this wasn't their first time doing this.
The Ravagers dared not be angry, nor did they dare to speak.
They felt as if they had encountered a professional robbery gang!
Finally, the Ravagers were stripped bare, thinking it was over.
But then they saw Darian walk forward, pointing a gun at their foreheads: "Notify your Raider friends and family, tell them there's a super great opportunity here, you can earn at least tens of millions, with an extremely high return rate. Miss this village, and you won't find this shop again."
The Ravagers: "…"
They were wrong; these people weren't a robbery gang, but a fraud syndicate!
Skurge watched the captives tearfully sending fraudulent messages to their peers and couldn't help but ask, "Officer, aren't we here to quell the unrest in Vanaheim?"
These days, they had been plundering the resources of the Ravagers in Vanaheim.
They had seized more than twenty spaceships alone. Besides the dozen or so they were using, the rest were parked in the valley, almost filling it up.
They came to Vanaheim to be saviors, but now it felt like they were here to be robbers getting rich.
"Aren't we quelling the unrest right now?"
Darian chuckled: "Look, now the Ravagers are all on edge, unable to protect their own safety and property, so how can they have the mind to plunder others' things?"
Skurge scratched his head: "That seems to make sense."
Darian waved his hand: "You've worked hard these past days. Later, pick a few things you like from the spoils and take them."
Skurge's eyes lit up, and he declared righteously: "This is all for Asgard, for guarding the peace of the Nine Realms. This is my duty, and even without any reward, I, Skurge, will not hesitate!"
Darian showed a moved expression: "I misjudged you; I didn't expect you to be so principled. Since that's the case, let me bear these worldly possessions alone…"
"But then again, since Officer has said so, if I don't take a few items, wouldn't I be letting down your good intentions!"
Skurge chuckled and turned to run towards the pile of spoils.
Darian ignored this idiot and began to tally his earnings from these days.
Having plundered the resources of dozens of Ravagers, the harvest was quite substantial. The universal currency alone, a rough estimate put it at tens of millions, plus various expensive items, was enough for him to step into the middle class of the Universe.
Sure enough, to get rich, you still have to rely on zero-dollar shopping!
Darian didn't stop and continued to implement his deception plan.
In fact, he was worried that these Ravagers would be scared off and pack up and run away.
If he had led the Asgardian Warriors to simply crush them, with the Ravagers' ability to adapt to circumstances, they would surely have fled at the first opportunity, and then he wouldn't have so many mobile air-drop crates to pick up.
While the Ravagers hadn't fully reacted, he would trick as many as he could!
The local residents of Vanaheim gradually noticed the change.
Life had been too quiet lately.
Those hateful Ravagers, at some point, had vanished as if into thin air, rarely showing their faces again.
At first, everyone was still on edge, thinking these interstellar bandits were brewing some evil scheme.
But after several days passed, let alone robberies, they couldn't even hear the roar of spaceship engines.
"They wouldn't have left, would they?"
"If that's true, then thank goodness! No one will steal our things anymore!"
People couldn't help but gather and discuss.
But before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, a familiar engine sound came from the horizon.
Everyone's hearts instantly leaped into their throats. Looking up, sure enough, a Raider spaceship was rushing towards them.
"Oh no! It's the Ravagers! They're back!"
Someone yelled, their voice cracking, and the brief moment of ease instantly vanished.
But soon, someone noticed that this spaceship didn't seem to be coming for them. Its speed was terrifyingly fast, with no intention of slowing down or landing, as if something terrifying was chasing them from behind.
On the skyline behind the spaceship, dense small black dots appeared, growing larger and larger. They were all Raider spaceships!
Boom boom boom—!
Accompanied by the powerful background music, they also didn't stop at all, chasing directly after the ship in front.
Local residents: "…"
What's going on?
Ravagers chasing Ravagers?
Not only could they not understand, but Quill, who was in the first spaceship, frantically manipulating the joystick, also couldn't understand!
He was Peter Quill, code-named Star-Lord, a legendary space rogue renowned throughout the Universe.
Of course, that's what he considered himself.
He had originally planned to take some odd jobs in Vanaheim, using the spaceship he stole from his adoptive father, Yondu, to save enough money to start his own venture.
Who knew that as soon as the spaceship settled, he received an encrypted message on a Raider internal channel, saying there was a big deal worth hundreds of millions that needed assistance.
Quill couldn't resist when he heard that.
He just happened to want to completely break free from Yondu and go solo, so he immediately piloted his spaceship to the designated location the other party mentioned.
Who knew that as soon as he showed up, he saw dozens of Raider spaceships swarming around him, shouting something about a Raider-plundering squad and telling him to surrender.
What the hell is a Raider-plundering squad? Who taught you to do this nested thing?!
Quill instantly realized something was wrong and quickly controlled his spaceship to escape.
But he didn't expect dozens of Raider spaceships to follow closely, as if they had a vendetta against him, relentlessly pursuing him. If it weren't for his excellent piloting skills, he would have been intercepted long ago.
What kind of hatred and grudge is this?!
Quill looked at the spaceship's rearview mirror—no, the panoramic monitoring screen—and found dozens of Raider spaceships still in hot pursuit, with an attitude that they wouldn't give up until they caught him.
He quickly opened the internal channel and shouted: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! I'm not a Raider, I'm just an ordinary person passing by, stop chasing me!"
"Oh? Do you have money?"
A lazy male voice came from the communicator.
Quill answered without thinking: "Of course, who doesn't have money?"
"Then we haven't chased the wrong one, brothers, put some effort into it, that's a fat sheep up ahead." The man's tone was certain.
Quill: "…"
You guys are just plain robbers, aren't you!?
He had been holding back, thinking that with his piloting skills, which spanned the galaxy, it wasn't impossible to shake off these dozens of ships.
Quill gripped the joystick, ready to perform a spaceship drift to show those bumpkins behind him what a skilled pilot looked like.
But then he looked at the monitoring screen, and dozens of spaceships simultaneously raised their machine gun muzzles, and the lock-on alert beeped continuously!
Quill: "…"
"I surrender!!"
His shout was swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Quill felt like crying but had no tears.
It wasn't that his skills were lacking; it was that the other side didn't give him a chance to show off!
With dozens of muzzles aimed at him simultaneously, he couldn't dodge such a barrage even if he broke the joystick!
"Kill the engine, pull over and stop."
Hearing the voice from the communicator, Quill felt a surge of frustration.
In principle, he never took orders from anyone, but now with dozens of principles aimed at him, he understood the need for flexibility.
At this moment, Quill still held a glimmer of hope.
Maybe these spaceships were full of weaklings.
He might still find an opportunity to fight his way out with his skills.
The thought had just arisen.
He then saw a large group of gleaming gold-armored Asgardian Warriors step out of the spaceship, their muscles bulging. One punch from them, and he probably wouldn't even twitch.
Quill: "…"
Great, now he was completely finished!