Kapitel 504: Chapter 501 | On planet Sakaar, Scrappers.
"Where are we going?"
On the Kryptonian spacecraft, Zod watched Luke's back.
He didn't want to break the contract and promised to work for the other party for ten years, so he wouldn't go back on his word.
However, Luke said that he would take him and his men to another world, far away.
"I don't know."
Luke was setting the coordinates of the universe, and by the way, he was calling the Vishanti in the next studio.
When the latter got in touch with Eternity, he could drag Zod and his party back to the Marvel Universe.
"So, we don't even have a destination now?"
Zod frowned, and anger burst out in his heart.
If he hadn't been beaten by the other party before, he would have rushed up with his fist.
No plan?! This was a fatal problem for a General who had to lead his subordinates.
"Not yet."
Luke smiled. A pure white light came out of his hand.
Like water waves rippling, ripples came out in circles.
Across studios, the signal seemed a little bad.
"Open up a door."
After a long time, Luke got in touch with the Vishanti and sent a brief message.
"Just wait a little longer. Soon you will be able to board a train to the new world."
Hearing Luke say that, Zod pressed his anger down and grunted.
He wanted to see what new tricks the other party could do!
Ten minutes later, the pure white light suddenly expanded.
Boom!
Like a mountain calling a tsunami!
A powerful energy wave swept through!
When Zod saw the soft white light engulfing him, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.
In the next moment, he and the other Kryptonians, even the Kryptonian spacecraft that was moving, were wrapped in it.
The intense light flashed!
Like a violent explosion.
A few seconds later.
The huge spaceship disappeared.
As if it never existed.
Dragged by a force that was difficult to resist, it traced a shimmering trajectory and burst out of the Source Wall.
On Mars, Dr Manhattan was still in his seat.
When the Kryptonian spacecraft disappeared into the darkness outside the Source Wall, he looked up.
As if on cue, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
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Taiyo star system, planet Sakaar.
This was a savage planet full of extremes and was constantly in a state of war.
That was until Grandmaster arrived and changed everything.
As one of the Elders of the Universe, he had a long life and transformed this place into a huge gladiatorial arena and slave-trading centre.
He sent slave-hunting teams around to find powerful warriors and threw them into the arena for entertainment.
To bet on and fight.
These were the Grandmaster's two hobbies.
Only exciting bets, and exciting battles, could awaken the enthusiasm within him.
An endlessly long life was enough to wear down any emotions.
Without a hobby, the Elders of the Universe would be so bored that they would find a way to kill themselves.
Outside the main city, at the junkyard.
Whoosh! Crack crack!
Scrapper-142 gazed at the piles of rubbish and wondered if she could pick up anything good to buy a drink today.
Two of the most famous things on Sakaar, apart from the gladiators, were the mountains of rubbish.
Its special location, together with eight other celestial bodies, formed the Taiyo star system.
It had two satellite moons, Aakar and Sabyr. However, the latter was destroyed by the explosion energy of a cosmic vortex and turned into a meteorite ring.
That unimaginable catastrophe also created the cosmic passageways that surround the planet Sakaar.
A spacecraft from a nearby galaxy could easily crash into this area because of a single mistake.
Therefore, many civilisations used it as a garbage dump and a place of exile.
They would dump waste here or throw in a few criminals.
Scrappers were one of the three mainstream occupations on Sakaar. They made a living by picking up garbage.
Occasionally, if they were lucky, they would find engine parts for airships, second-hand household robots and so on. These could be traded to the main city dump for a lot of money.
There were two mainstream occupations left.
Either joining the slave-hunting team or walking into the arena.
"Not much luck today."
The young woman who claimed to be 'Scrapper-142' helplessly said so as she held a bottle.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
After a few mouthfuls, she laid down on the operating platform of the aircraft.
Unlike her colleagues around her, she didn't just rush over when she saw a large dumping operation.
Scrapper 142's work efficiency was rather low, looking like a lazy salted fish.
She looked like a social animal who was forced to work overtime to cope with her boss, with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
Boom!
There was a loud noise!
The space wormhole that was called the 'Devil's Anus' was utterly packed by half of a ship's body.
"Good stuff!"
"There are actually people who throw complete spaceships into junkyards?!"
"If I picked this up, how much could I sell it for?"
"..."
The scrappers whispered, rubbing their hands together in anticipation.
"That's clearly a spaceship with its power systems intact ..."
Scrapper-142 glanced at her ignorant peers. She shook her head and moved her aircraft a little further out.
It would be bad if the people there opened fire and splattered blood on a freshly serviced hull.
Boom!
The huge spaceship finally squeezed out of the space wormhole and landed on a garbage mountain below.
The heavy mass crushed the mountain of discarded items that were piled up and pulverised into pieces.
"Where is this place?"
Dazed and even a little queasy, Zod had a hard time standing still with his hands on the operating console.
He saw a group of unsuspecting scrappers in strange clothing below.
There was also an intense look of disbelief in his eyes, catching a whiff of the smell of garbage emanating from the surrounding area.
"General, the navigation instrument has failed. The map shows that there is no record of this unknown land!"
Jax-Ur eagerly said, with a hint of panic in his tone.
The Kryptonian ship was loaded with navigational maps of up to 28 star systems, and there was no way they could have jumped such a distance in a short period of time.
"What the hell is this place?"
Rushing up to a bemused Luke, Zod angrily questioned.
"Welcome to ... er, I don't know where this is."
Luke was going to make some sort of imposing introduction but paused for a moment as he scanned the scrappers below and the smelly mountain of rubbish.
'Something's not right!'
'Didn't Eternity bring me back to earth?'
'Or did the Vishanti send the wrong message?'
"General, until we figure out what this place is, we should take care of the guys who are surrounding us like locusts."
Luke pointed to the excited scrappers below.
They were like a group of sharks smelling blood. They carried various weapons, ready to rush up to the spacecraft.
'Wait!'
'Scrappers?'
'Mountains of garbage?'
'Is this the grandmaster's Sakaar?'
A series of thoughts flashed through Luke's mind.
"Jax-Ur, see if the artillery system is working."
Zod was distracted. His anger was still intact, and he turned to his adjutant.
Jax-Ur stood on the bridge and switched on the operating system.
On the wings of the Kryptonian spacecraft, gun barrels came out.
Boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!
After one round of shooting, there was no more living people insight in this huge dump.
"You're so cruel and brutal."
Luke made a couple of painless remarks before asking the female commander, Faora, to move the ship out into the open space.
He was also in the leader class with a General's template. No Kryptonian could disobey his orders, except for Zod.
"Where are you going?"
The Kryptonian General couldn't help but ask when he saw Luke walking off the spaceship.
They were strangers here, and they had no sense of security.
Although judging from the strength of the scrappers, the natives of this planet looked weak.
But Zod didn't let his guard down, ready to use strategies and then kill all the creatures that wanted to become their enemies.
"Asking for information, don't be so nervous."
Luke waved his hand and whispered.
Indeed, unfamiliar surroundings could easily cause stress, but these Kryptonians were super-soldiers who could kill anyone as long as they were within the radiation of the yellow sun.
It was clearly the Grandmaster of Sakaar's turn to get a headache.
Getting away from Zod and the rest of the Kryptonians, Luke swept across the junkyard and spotted a craft resting on the outer edge.
"Hey friend, is this Sakaar?"
Luke took a step forward and teleported to where the other party was.
"Yes, go to the east. You can see the city."
Perhaps having seen the way her colleagues were exterminated, Scrapper-142 was polite to him.
She didn't try to rush up and sell him into the gladiatorial arena as she did to Thor, the God of Thunder.
"Are you from Asgard?"
After Luke got an exact answer, he couldn't help asking one more question.
He knew of a Valkyrie of Asgard who was on Sakaar, working as a scrapper and occasionally part-timing as a slave-hunter.
She loved to drink and was drunk all day long, with obvious characteristics.
But in Luke's memory, she was a black girl.
Scrapper-142 standing in front of him, had blond hair, fair skin and heroic spirit in her brows.
"As- what?"
"Asgard."
"Gard -- what now?"
"..."
Seeing the other party's reluctance to admit it, Luke didn't press the issue any further.
He just thought of it on a whim.
"I'm going to be spending time on Sakaar and will probably need a guide who is familiar with space navigation. You could hitch a ride if you want to visit your homeland."
After leaving these words, Luke disappeared into the junkyard.
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