Loki Sounded the Horn for a Counterattack

Loki felt that he could never possibly be more miserable than he was now.

For a moment, he even felt that there would no longer be a place for him in the Divine Realm from this day onward.

The Asgardians in the surrounding stands had clearly fallen silent again.

Yet to his ears, it was as though overwhelming mockery was wildly drilling into them.

If he could do it over again,

he would definitely kick Fandral or Hogun hard in the ass and send them onto the arena.

Damn it!

That damned barbarian mage from Kamar-Taj was still letting those disgusting savage beasts stomp on his face!

Loki was beside himself with rage, his skin flushed a furious reddish-brown from his neck to his cheeks.

He struggled beneath the Graphorn's feet, trying to find an opportunity to turn the situation around.

At that moment, Banner's suitcase began stirring again.

Before long, a Niffler crawled out.

It clung to the mouth of the case, twitching its tiny nose, and its eyes suddenly lit up.

The little Niffler flipped out of the suitcase, followed by a string of Cornish Pixies flying out in a neat line.

They were mischievous little creatures about twenty centimeters tall, with iron-blue bodies and a love for pranks and troublemaking.

The moment they appeared, they scattered with the wild excitement of schoolchildren after class,

screeching as they flew in every direction in search of prank targets.

No matter how Banner shouted at them to get back into the suitcase, it was useless.

Fortunately, the arena's energy barrier stopped them.

But then they turned back and set their sights on Loki, who was being mobbed by the Fantastic Beasts.

As for Banner, well, they would not bully him. The big green guy inside him was not someone to