"You are still Recklessness and impulsive as before, nothing has changed at all. I seriously doubt that Odin's previous teachings to you had no effect at all."
Seeing Asgard's future King covering his head with a painful look on his face, Allen couldn't help but sigh slightly.
To be honest, none of the three children Odin has anything to worry about.
The eldest daughter Hela is a war madman. All she thinks about is leading Asgard to conquer the entire universe and make all planets, Empire and civilizations surrender under her feet.
She didn't realize at all how many hopelessly powerful beings were hidden in this universe.
Perhaps there is nothing wrong with conquest and expansion in itself, but as long as it exceeds a certain degree, the situation will immediately become different.
Therefore, if the throne is passed to Hela, the final outcome of Asgard will definitely be collapse and destruction.
As for the adopted son Loki, he is not Asgardians, let alone inherit the power of World Tree.
In this crisis-ridden universe, weakness is the original sin.
Especially the once-famous Asgardian Realm, once there is no strong enough King to control it, it will definitely attract the enemy's spying and attack.
In addition, Loki's character is too emotional and full of various desires for performance, and is not suitable for managing the country at all.
And the only biological son Thor, although his potential is strong enough, he seems to have no brain at all, always making moves before his brain can think.
Maybe he will be a good Warrior general who takes the lead, but he is definitely not suitable to be King.
Because King needs to deal with complex political, diplomatic and internal affairs.
Odin simply cannot imagine where Asgard will eventually go under the leadership of Thor.
But there is no way!
Except for Thor, the remaining two are even more inappropriate.
In desperation, I can only push the taller ones out of the short ones and drive the ducks to the shelves.
Including sealing the divine power and banishing it to the earth, all are methods to improve its political ability and consciousness in a short period of time.
Unfortunately, it backfired.
Although Thunder God has some awareness of being King, his own personality determines that he is destined not to be a qualified ruler.
"Damn it! When did you become like Loki, who also likes to use such boring tricks." Thor complained angrily.
Now when he thinks of his half-brother, he can't help but get angry.
Allen smiled and shrugged, "Illusion is not a boring trick. A real master can use illusion to confuse the enemy, easily manipulate the opponent, and even make them kill each other. Oh, by the way, your mother Frigga asked me to help you with a message. She will help you protect Asgard until you are ready King's Return."
"Mother?! My sister Hela didn't do anything to her, right?"
Thor is indeed a filial son, and he immediately began to care about his mother's condition.
"Don't worry! Ms. Frigga is very good, and she has also attracted a large number of people to compete with Hela in the political arena. I have to say, compared to your brave and smart mother, you are like a brainless bastard. Barbarians. Remember, although Asgardians has a strong body and strength that other civilizations cannot match, what really makes you develop to this point is your wisdom. I suggest you use your brain first when you encounter trouble."
As he spoke, Allen stretched out a finger and tapped his temple lightly.
He really couldn't understand that whether it was Odin or Frigga, they both had an extremely smart brain.
But how come such an alien as Thor was born?
Is it possible that when giving birth to a child, there is a way to "make a positive out of a negative"?
"You came all the way here just to teach me a lesson, right? Stop talking nonsense! Quickly help me get this thing off my neck, and then we can join hands to fight out." Thor suggested with excitement.
Whenever he saw his short hair, he couldn't help but think back to the old guy not long ago who used a terrible machine to shave off his proud long hair.
Not only that!
The other party also threw those precious hairs on the ground like garbage, allowing the robot to throw them into the garbage dump outside where sewage flowed.
What Thor wants to do most now is to find that old guy and punch him hard in the face.
"Sorry, I won't help you this time. Because your current strength is not enough to deal with Hela. So you'd better stay here and exercise your magical power. Do you remember what Odin said? You are Thunder God, not the God of Hammers. That hammer is just to better bring out the true power in your body. Now that's the time, it's time for you to come on stage. By the way, there will be a big surprise tonight. I hope you like it.
The words just fell!
Allen's Phantom disappeared instantly, without giving Thor a chance to defend or refute.
Thor was left standing alone in the empty room in a daze.
Because this one was different from what he imagined.
On the other side, in the brightly lit arena, the body of Allen was sitting in the VIP seat, admiring the spectacular scene of people around with great interest.
Thanks to advanced technology, the place Grandmaster built is far more spectacular than any stadium on the planet, capable of accommodating millions of spectators at one time.
Some people who have their own spaceships can even fly their spaceships over the arena and enjoy the upcoming fight from a high position.
"Your Excellency Allen, what do you think of the atmosphere here?" Grandmaster asked with a smile.
As one of the most well-informed people in the entire universe, he has obviously recognized the identity of Allen.
After all, Dormammu, the master of Dark Dimension, collapsed on the earth and has spread among the powerful within a small area.
Although there is no evidence to prove that Allen did this, all signs point to him being the only one on Earth with such an ability.
"Very good! I just don't know how good the fighters are at tonight's performance." Allen replied casually.
While speaking, he did not forget to glance at Loki, who was trying to hide himself, from the corner of his eye.
This poor God of Mischief was like a frightened little animal, curling up as much as possible and covering his face with his cloak.
He will never forget how the other party manipulated him when he was Battle of New York, allowing him to experience for the first time in his life what life is worse than death.
"About this, I can assure you. Whether it is my champion Hulk or that Asgardians, they are both Warrior of very good quality. I believe they will definitely put on a wonderful performance." Grandmaster said confidently.
"Really, then who do you think will win the final victory?" Allen continued to guide the topic with a smile.
Grandmaster pretended to think for a moment, and then responded without hesitation, "Of course it is my champion Hulk!"
"Oh? Are you sure?" Allen deliberately dragged out a long note.
"Very sure! My Duel Gundam champion is Invincible!" Grandmaster's tone was full of confidence in Hulk.
"In that case, how about we bet on something?" Allen suggested.
There is no doubt that his words instantly hit the sweet spot of Grandmaster.
This eccentric old guy is extremely obsessed with and interested in activities involving winning and losing, such as fighting and gambling.
So after being briefly surprised, he immediately asked with an ecstatic look on his face, "What do you want to bet on?"
"It's very simple! Since you are so confident in your champion, how about we bet on the outcome of this fight? If your champion wins, I will give you the weapons I use. But if your champion loses, then this planet including all the slaves will belong to me." Allen said the rules casually.
At the same time, he also took out his long sword made of Neutron Star core material and placed it gently on the table.
moment!
This weapon attracted the attention of everyone present.
Even Loki, who was extremely afraid of Allen, couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at the terrifying quality and energy contained in the sword body.
Especially those complex magic crafts that even Dwarves cannot match, making Asgardians, who is proud of his weapons, feel ashamed.
"Oh my God! It's such a masterpiece!"
Grandmaster is undoubtedly a person who knows the goods. He immediately reached out his hand carefully to touch the sword body, and occasionally let out a burst of admiration.
There is no way not to admire it!
Even if it is unusable, just as a collection, its value is far higher than the planet under your feet and all the fighters including Hulk.
About half a minute later, Grandmaster immediately nodded without hesitation. "Deal! I have to say, you are really the most generous gambler among all the gamblers I have ever seen."
"Because I know I won't lose. Unless... someone cheats secretly." Allen stared at the joystick used to control the discharge device on Thor's neck, and the implication was self-evident.
"Hahahaha! Don't worry, I haven't lived enough yet. How dare I play tricks in front of a big shot like you." Grandmaster quickly picked up the joystick and threw it aside far away, and used laughter to cover up his embarrassment.
While the two were talking, Thor, the challenger, finally slowly walked out of the waiting room.
He wore an ordinary breastplate, carrying a shield in one hand, and a blunt weapon that looked like a mace in the other hand. He also carried two long swords behind his back, and his face was even smeared with red paint.
At first glance, they are really no different from the barbarians in many film and television works and games.
Of course, these weapons and armors are not at the same level as the enchanted equipment produced by Asgard.
In other words, there is not much difference between wearing that armor and not wearing it.
The defense is most likely inferior to Thor's own skin and muscles.
The most important thing is that Grandmaster didn't know whether it was undoubtedly or deliberately, calling Thunder God's title "shocking person".
Based on this alone, Allen feels that Thor must now want to strangle Grandmaster with his own hands.
There is no doubt that this Asgard's Prince is not used to the feeling of being treated as a plaything by others, and constantly patrols the screaming crowd in the surrounding stands.
But soon, he had to turn his attention to the loud noises and vibrations coming from the door behind him.
The next second...
Boom!
A monster with green explosive muscles all over his body jumped out rampantly before the outer door was fully opened.
He is none other than Hulk who was in self-exile on Quinjet.
However, compared with the shirtless and bare-handed person before, the Hulk in front of him not only wore a helmet and protective gear, but also carried two giant weapons in his hands that were taller than an adult.
One of them is a hammer and the other is an axe.
No wonder there are rumors outside that anyone who challenges the current champion will basically either turn into a flat meatloaf, or become a mincemeat that cannot be sewn together at all.
No matter who it is, being hit by that thing will definitely not be a good feeling.
Just as the audience cheered loudly for the bloody massacre that Hulk once presented, and longed for the same scene to be staged tonight, Thor suddenly showed an uncharacteristic smile of excitement and joy, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Awesome! Awesome!"
In contrast, Loki could not help but shiver, his eyes filled with fear that could not be concealed at all.
He even wondered if today was his unlucky day.
First, he ran into the nemesis Allen, and now he suddenly encountered the terrible monster Hulk.
If possible, what Loki wants to do most right now is to turn around and escape from this star as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, Grandmaster was sitting on his right hand side, and next to Grandmaster was Allen, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
Allen noticed Loki's reaction and couldn't help but laugh and joke, "Why, you still can't forget that scene that happened in New York? Or, Hulk has deeply imprinted fear on your soul?"
"Huh? Do they know each other?" Grandmaster asked with a puzzled look.
"Yes! Your guest had a little conflict with Hulk before. Believe me, he was in a very bad situation at that time. He was only one step away from death." Allen gave the answer with a half-smile.
"So that's it! I still live to this day after having a conflict with Hulk. Maybe I can consider throwing him into the arena as well."
Grandmaster touched his chin and seriously considered the feasibility of this plan.
In his eyes, Loki is just a clown who knows how to please himself.
It would be awesome if this clown could also become a fighter.
"No! No! No! I am an illusionist, and I am not suitable to fight like those fighters. If I go on stage, the audience will definitely be disappointed."
Loki At this time, he didn't care about pretending to be transparent and hurriedly stood up to excuse himself.
Let him go up and fight against monsters like Hulk?
No kidding!
Just watching from a distance, his legs were shaking uncontrollably.
If you stand in the ring like Thor, you will probably pee your pants on the spot...