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Chapter 121 The Raiders!
The battle between the Asgardian army and the trolls was fought with such ease; it was a completely one-sided and crushing victory.

First, let's talk about equipment. The Asgardian warriors' gleaming golden armor and magical weapons were on a completely different level from the crudely made stone clubs and wooden sticks in the hands of the trolls.

As for physical attributes, the brute strength that the trolls are so proud of is of no advantage against these Captain America-level Asgardian super soldiers.

Not to mention that Asgard also has Thor, a hero unit, to guard the front lines, making it as easy as cutting melons and vegetables to deal with the troll minions.

Secondly, there are the three Asgardian hounds and Sif. They are slightly weaker than Thor, but they are still considered hero units. They have no skills, only basic attacks.

And Du Mu needs no further introduction.

He and BT were firing simultaneously, and the gunfire from the Gatling gun and the XO-16 chain gun was almost nonstop.

In this battle primarily fought with melee weapons, this man and his machine stood out remarkably, almost like a dimensional reduction attack.

Many trolls noticed Du Mu's conspicuous figure and roared as they charged toward him.

Actually, Thor is also a conspicuous bag.

However, the name of the God of Thunder has spread throughout the Nine Realms, and no one dares to confront him head-on.

So the trolls triggered a bullying-the-weak-and-cowardly buff, and unanimously turned their attention to Du Mu, who seemed easier to deal with.

This short guy looks like a ranged squishy character; he'll definitely be killed as soon as he gets close.
Bang! !

With a powerful left kick, Du Mu sent the charging troll flying more than ten meters away. The troll spat out a line of blood in mid-air and landed heavily without a sound.

The other trolls were stunned and swallowed hard.

Du Mu put away the overheated Gatling gun, slowly put on his magic mask, instantly activated his protective spell, and his whole body burst out with dazzling white light. At the same time, he held two magic swords that looked like light bulbs in his hands, making him as bright as a 1,000-watt light bulb.

"Not bad, not bad," Du Mu grinned, "You've successfully unlocked my second form."

"."

The trolls were stunned as they stared at the blinding light source before them, which was so bright that only a human figure could be barely discerned.

As far as they knew, the powerful beings of Asgard were mostly renowned gods, so who was this radiant being?

Are they the Dwarfs of Light?
Du Mu didn't know what they were thinking, but he sensed a strong sense of malice. Seeing that the trolls didn't dare to step forward, he snorted and took the initiative to meet them.

charge!

Whirlwind!
Behead!

Jump!

Lighting spell! Lighting spell! Lighting spell!
As a mage, Du Mu immediately unleashed a professional-level, silky-smooth combo!
He is now a master of cold weapons, wielding two magic swords with incredible fluidity, unleashing a variety of mage-specific skills that leave the trolls utterly helpless!
There's no way to fight them, they can't even open their eyes!

Seeing the terrifying strength of the Asgardians, the trolls completely lost their will to fight and collapsed like a house of cards. The remaining trolls let out a howl, dropped their clubs, and turned to flee frantically towards the outskirts of the battlefield.

Asgard has emerged victorious!
However, the Asgardian Legion did not react much to this.

After all, this battle was a complete crushing defeat in terms of equipment and combat power from the very beginning, and victory came without any suspense.

Even when a war broke out, Asgard did not suffer much damage.

The only ones who suffered real damage were the Asgardian warriors who were closer to Du Mu. They were caught in the crossfire during the battle, blinded by the screen-filling light pollution, and accidentally injured by their teammates, becoming one of the few wounded in this battle.

"we won!"

"Fortunately, we have Asgard's help!"

"Who is that dwarf of light? He's amazing!"

"."

The dwarves were overjoyed, and they were so excited that they danced with joy.

After all, working for Asgard not only pays well and is never a bargaining machine, but also comes with free security services.

Compared to those trolls who take advantage of others' work and love to boss people around, Asgard is practically the ideal client.

King Eitel of the Dwarves strode forward and solemnly thanked Thor: "Thanks to Asgard's timely assistance, otherwise our dwarf race would probably have been doomed this time."

"As allies of Asgard, we should do our utmost to help the dwarves."

Thor laughed heartily, then noticed what Etri was holding: "Dwarf King, what are you doing holding a speaker?"

Aitre: "."

This is just to create atmosphere for you Asgardians.

After the battle with the trolls, the Asgardian army took a short rest in Nidavellir.

Taking advantage of this break, Du Mu successfully activated the map of the area at the dwarven forge, so he could teleport to Nidavell at any time.

This is a great place.

The dwarves possess the most advanced forging techniques in the Nine Realms, and many divine artifacts are crafted from their creations; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them a divine artifact marketplace.

If I gain their friendship, I can ask them to help me forge magical artifacts in the future.

Thinking of this, Du Mu patted Ai Cui's shoulder and thigh.

Etri: (__)
Du Mu: (゜_゜)
Is this person really a dwarf?
"Wait for me a moment."

Du Mu summoned BT to his side and then stood in its cockpit.

Etri: (⊙-⊙)
Du Mu: (⊙-⊙)
BT: [o]
Highly perfect, with a significantly improved dialogue experience.

Du Mu looked directly at Ai Cui and asked bluntly, "Dwarf King, how much does it cost to forge a piece of equipment here?"

Seeing that Du Mu was the one who had saved the dwarves, Etrigue patiently explained, "It depends on what you want to forge. The materials, craftsmanship, level of enchantment, and so on, all determine the final price."

Du Mu tentatively asked, "Then how about forging a Thor's hammer like Thor's?"

Upon hearing this, Ai Cui held up a thick finger: "The starting price, this number."

"One hundred million?"

"No, it's the core of a dying star as the energy source, plus several tons of Uru metal. And that's just the most basic material cost."

Du Mu: "."

Asgard is really rich!
Ai Cui changed the subject: "However, since you have helped our dwarves, in return, the dwarves can craft a piece of equipment for you for free, with no labor costs. You only need to prepare the materials you need to craft it yourself."

Du Mu's eyes lit up immediately: "Then it's a deal!"

The promise from the dwarf king Eitrich that he could get something for free was enough to make this trip to Nidavellir worthwhile.

Soon, the Asgardian legions had rested and regrouped.

Thor raised his head and shouted Heimdall's name. Heimdall, far away in his hometown of Asgard, immediately received the signal and activated the Rainbow Bridge without hesitation.

This Rainbow Bridge is practically an interstellar teleportation cheat code. With it, the Asgardian Legion can teleport to any part of the Nine Realms at any time, making a divine descent to quell local wars.

As the overall commander, Thor perfectly implemented his unique tactical philosophy.

That means don't overthink it, just go for it!
Every time the Legion teleported to a new location and landed, before everyone had even fully settled in, Thor would already be swinging his Mjolnir, shouting "For Asgard!" and then, without looking back, be the first to plunge into the enemy ranks.

The Asgardian warriors following Thor were already used to his style. They didn't need any orders; they simply grabbed their weapons and charged forward.

Surprisingly, this simple and brutal tactic proved surprisingly effective when the opponent had overwhelming superior equipment and combat capabilities.

No matter what formation or strategy the opposing forces employed, the Asgardian army was like a bulldozer, sweeping through and crushing their opponents with overwhelming force.

This tactic is also very suitable for Du Mu's style.

First, he used the Gatling gun to spray bullets, and when his mana was almost depleted, he immediately activated his protective spell, grabbed two magic swords, and transformed into a melee mage, charging into the enemy ranks. His sword flashed, and he slashed at anyone he saw.

As he participated in more and more battles, Du Mu became quite a celebrity in the Asgardian army.

Now, the warriors of Asgard have all been trained by Du Mu to have conditioned reflexes. As soon as they see him put away the Gatling gun, they immediately move more than ten meters away in unison, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed, for fear of being caught in the blinding light pollution if they are even a step too late.

After the battle, Du Mu took the opportunity to activate several map coordinates, allowing him to embark on an extraterrestrial trip at any time.

However, the Nine Kingdoms are simply too vast, and there are too many problems to deal with.

Even with the Rainbow Bridge as a teleportation cheat, the Asgardian Legion is still a bit overwhelmed.

Therefore, they decided to split the legion into several groups and act separately.

Thor naturally led one team, Sif led another, while the three Asgardian dogs jointly led a team, heading to different kingdoms to quell the unrest.

Don't ask why the Asgardian Trio, who are clearly three people, only lead one team. The answer is the will of the world. The three of them have long been regarded as a whole, just like the Magneton.

However, they encountered difficulties in allocating combat forces and making arrangements for Du Mu.

After all, Du Mu's strength is really a bit overpowered; no matter which team he's put in, his damage output would be excessive.

Du Mu suggested, "How about I lead a separate force as well?"

In fact, he had wanted to go solo for a long time. The mission rewards were calculated based on contribution, and he couldn't get much contribution by always following the Asgardian Legion.

Especially Thor, who rushed in and started fighting as soon as he landed.

If Thor only remembers that he is the God of Hammers, that's fine. But what if the other party suddenly has a flash of inspiration and remembers that he is also the God of Thunder? Then he's completely doomed. A few lightning strikes and the battlefield is wiped out, and he won't even get a taste of the spoils.

"Alright! Then you'll lead a team!"

Thor agreed without hesitation, as readily as ever.

He waved his hand, intending to allocate over a thousand regular troops to Du Mu, but Du Mu refused.

The more people involved, the thinner the contribution is spread out, which is not worthwhile.

In the end, Du Mu only needed three hundred Spartan—no, Asgardian—warriors.

No one else had any objection to this.

It's worth noting that Du Mu's name is still engraved on the leaderboard of the Asgardian arena.

For the warrior-loving Asgardians, this is undoubtedly one of the most respected honors.

This record is enough to earn Du Mu the recognition of all Asgardian warriors, and no one questions whether he is qualified to lead the team.

Du Mu glanced at his three hundred elite soldiers, his gaze settling on a bald, burly man in the back row who was deliberately keeping his head down.

"Hey, you bald guy, yes, you! Step forward!"

Du Mu beckoned to the man with his finger.

The bald, burly man who was called out stiffened, then hesitantly walked out of the line.

Du Mu leaned closer to see the familiar face and immediately chuckled: "Aren't you Skorch?"

This man was his opponent in his first official match in the arena, the axe-wielding man codenamed "The Executioner."

Skorch was a little embarrassed: "Sir, you still remember me."

Du Mu nodded: "Of course I remember. Your axe is very useful. It is indeed a weapon made by dwarves."

Skorch: "."

So all you remembered was my axe?

Du Mu continued, "Your abilities are quite good. From now on, you will be my adjutant and stay by my side."

Skorch was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with joy. This was like a windfall!
Becoming Du Mu's adjutant means having more opportunities to prove myself, and perhaps I can even get a minor official position after I return to Asgard.

He immediately straightened his back and replied excitedly, "Yes, sir! I'm at your service!"

Du Mu smiled slightly and looked him over a few more times.

"By the way, what weapon are you using right now?"

"it is this."

Skorci pulled a finely crafted short axe from his lower back.

However, compared to the majestic battle axe of yesteryear, this short axe looks rather shabby. It's quite a pity that it went from a large axe to a short one.

"You don't need to use the weapon."

Du Mu took Skorch's short axe, then casually pulled out a speaker and shoved it into his hand: "You'll take this from now on. Just play some background music during battles."

"what?"

Skorch was taken aback.

"What 'ah'? This task is extremely important. Entrusting it to you is a sign of my trust in you, understand?"

"Ming, I understand."

"Good job, good job. Keep up the good work, becoming a general is not a dream."

Du Mu patted Skorch's arm and turned to walk towards the Rainbow Bridge light pillar that had already been activated not far away.

Skorch watched Du Mu's retreating figure and suddenly realized something.

Wait a minute, sir!
You still haven't returned my axe!
Vanaheim!

As one of the nine great kingdoms, this place has been quite turbulent lately.

It all started because an alien pirate group called the Raiders had their eyes on this fertile land.

Just recently, they arrived in this area in their spaceship. Relying on their superior firepower, they committed atrocities, burning, killing, and looting everywhere, causing immense suffering to the local indigenous people.

At this very moment, a group of strangely shaped raiders had completely surrounded a small village.

The leader was a burly, one-eyed giant, carrying a large gun on his shoulder that looked like a haphazardly welded-together junk engine.

He was yelling at the trembling villagers, "Hand over all the resources of your village! Otherwise, we'll raze this wretched village to the ground!"

The villagers were so frightened they dared not breathe, and finally the old village chief stepped forward, trembling.

"It's not that we're unwilling to hand it over, but our village's resources were all looted by another group of raiders yesterday."

One-eyed giant: "."

Although they are all raiders, they are completely different teams.

Its format is similar to a franchise store. The Raiders are just a brand. Anyone who meets the requirements can join the alien pirate group, but everyone does their own thing, and whoever gets the loot keeps it.

"Fuck! All that work for nothing!"

The one-eyed giant cursed and glared 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 bastards!"

boom!
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 face of his underling next to him.

The scene fell silent instantly. Everyone present was stunned and turned to look in the direction from which the bullet had come.

Du Mu was seen holding a gleaming golden Desert Eagle in one hand, the muzzle still smoking.

Ta-da!
Accompanied by an exciting background music, Du Mu strode over with an air of arrogance, with Skorch carrying a large speaker beside him, and three hundred Asgardian warriors following behind, their golden armor gleaming in the sunlight.

What a wealthy army!

A thought flashed through everyone's mind.

"You ugly bastards, where do you guys come from? Don't you know this area is under our protection?"

Du Mu spoke arrogantly, his gaze sweeping over the group of plunderers: "Hand over all the resources on your spaceship! Otherwise, we'll chop you ugly bastards into pieces!"

The raiders looked at each other, momentarily stunned.

They're the ones who usually rob others, but today they're the ones being robbed?
One of the bolder henchmen raised his gun: "Who are you? How dare you rob us?"

boom!
Another gunshot rang out, and the henchman's mind immediately went blank.

Du Mu sneered, "They don't even recognize Asgard, the number one gang in the Nine Realms. They deserve to die!"

The raider: "."

They certainly knew Asgard, but they'd never heard of Asgard being like this before!

This behavior is even more ruthless than that of the raiders!
If it weren't for the three hundred Asgardian regulars standing right behind them, they would have definitely thought he was some newly risen gang leader from some star system.

Du Mu didn't care what they thought, and said coldly, "You have three seconds! Put down your weapons, men to the left, women to the right, and squat down with your hands behind your heads! If you're even a second late, I'll chop you into mincemeat!"

"three!"

"two!"

Wow!
Before he could even utter a shout, he saw weapons scattered all over the ground.

These normally ferocious raiders were now as docile as lambs, crouching down on either side with their heads in their hands, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Several genderless aliens were so anxious that they kept pacing around in circles. Finally, in a moment of desperation, they simply knocked themselves unconscious by banging their heads against the wall.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I'm really afraid to move!

On one hand, the three hundred Asgardian strongmen opposite them were all burly and muscular, their golden armor dazzling. Just standing there was enough to instill fear in people, completely overwhelming their ragtag army of a few dozen men.

On the other hand, Du Mu, who was leading the charge, was truly terrifying.

His marksmanship was incredibly accurate, and he was ruthless. They didn't even see his movements clearly before their comrade fell down.

Who can guarantee that they won't be next?

As bandits who have spent years burning, killing, and looting, they have no concept of loyalty or backbone; those things are even rarer than their conscience.

For them, staying alive is more important than anything else!

"Who's the leader? Come out and speak!" Du Mu scanned the plunderers squatting on the ground.

A wasteland-style raider said weakly, "Our leader was shot and killed by you at the beginning."

Du Mu glanced at the corpse on the ground, then casually pointed at the raider who had answered: "Alright, now you're the new leader! You answer whatever I ask, understand?"

New leader: "Understood."

"very good."

Du Mu nodded in satisfaction: "My first question is, how many raiders like you are there in Vanaheim?"

"Uh, there should be over a hundred of them."

so much?
Du Mu was initially startled, but upon further reflection, it made sense.

After all, they are a pirate group that roams the stars; it would be unreasonable if they didn't have some scale.

He then asked, "Where are the other teams operating?"

“We all do our own thing and don’t interfere with each other. We also handle the resources we get ourselves.”

"Surely you have a way to contact me, right?"

"There are some!"

The new leader quickly nodded: "We have an internal communication channel for the raiders, and the teams can communicate with each other via encrypted signals."

Du Mu immediately became interested: "Encrypted channel? How exactly does it work?"

The new leader explained, "Each raider's ship has a communicator, which allows them to access the channel."

"Take me to see it."

Du Mu instructed the Asgardian warriors to guard the prisoners where they were, while he, along with his lieutenant Skorch, followed the newly appointed raider leader toward the valley where they had hidden their spaceship.

This was, in fact, his first time encountering a real spaceship.

The raider's spaceship was not large, probably only able to fit seventy or eighty people at most. Its outer shell was covered with scratches and rust, and in several places, you could see obvious signs of later welding repairs, some deep and some shallow, like an old garment covered in patches.

"Can this piece of junk really fly out of the atmosphere?"

Du Mu couldn't help but mutter to himself, wondering if it would fall apart in mid-air.

However, according to the new leader, although the spaceship looks shabby, its core engine and warp drive are still reliable.

It can use fixed natural wormholes in the universe to make space jumps and achieve long-distance teleportation. In principle, it is somewhat similar to Du Mu's teleportation energy anchor point, but it is not as convenient and free. It must find a specific jump point to activate.

It was through this method that the raiders traveled from a distant star system all the way to Vanaheim.

"So, you can also travel to other star systems through wormholes?" Du Mu asked.

The new leader nodded quickly: "Yes, as long as the coordinates are set in the navigation system, the spaceship will automatically scan nearby jump points and plan the best route."

"very good!"

Du Mu's lips curled up slightly.

With such a spaceship, he could expand the game map directly to the entire universe.

Then he'll go from being able to fly around the world to being able to fly throughout the entire universe. Just thinking about it is exciting!

Then Du Mu asked many more questions, adding to the game's world view.

Finally, a question suddenly occurred to him, and he casually asked, "By the way, what language have we been communicating in?"

"English!"

The new leader answered as a matter of course.

Du Mu: "???"

He asked with a strange look, "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 into a language the other party can understand."

"I see."

Du Mu suddenly realized the truth and finally solved the mystery.

He thought the whole universe really spoke English.

Du Mu did not ask any further questions and instead instructed the new leader to take inventory of the resources on the spaceship.

To be fair, these looters actually have quite a lot of stuff.

Besides various energy weapons and protective equipment, there were also many valuable items and some strange and unusual things. These were all spoils of war that the raiders had plundered from various places, and Du Mu had never seen them before. He found everything he saw novel.

These aren't looters, they're clearly mobile airdrop crates!

Du Mu's eyes lit up.

He acquired everything that interested him, including the miniature language translator worn by the new leader.

New leader: "."

You're a robber, aren't you?!
Although there was no miniature language translator, this did not hinder Du Mu from communicating with him in the slightest.

Because Du Mu has a more advanced language translator, namely the game system's built-in "Let's Speak Chinese Together" feature, which automatically translates both the other party's words and Du Mu's words into a language that both parties can understand.

When the new leader heard Du Mu speak in his native dialect, he almost thought the man was from the same hometown.

However, judging from their appearance, they are clearly two different races.

The new leader asked cautiously, "Um, have I finished asking all the questions? May I leave now?"

Du Mu shook his head as expected: "Of course not, I have something else I need you to do."

"What, what happened?"

"Use the spaceship's communicator to contact other raiders and tell them that a big fat sheep has been found here and they need assistance."

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Under Du Mu's threatening gaze, the new leader had no choice but to comply and contact the nearby raiders using a communicator.

Soon, a raiding party responded, saying they would come immediately.

For no other reason than simply to help others!
Upon hearing this, Du Mu waved his hand and said, "Skolc, tell the brothers outside that a big fat sheep is about to be delivered to our door. Grab your weapons and get ready!"

New leader: "."

Who exactly is the plunderer?

Before long, a new raider squad arrived at the scene.

They stepped off the spaceship with great excitement, ready to search for the legendary fat sheep.

Instead of seeing the big fat sheep, they saw three hundred Asgardian warriors surrounding them.

Asgardian warriors:
Raider: (Д≡д)!?
"Hey, did you guys hear that?"

In the stronghold of a raider team, a member with a pineapple-shaped face sidled up to his companions, looking rather mysterious.

"Recently, a special group of raiders seems to have emerged in Huanaheim. They don't plunder the resources of the locals, but instead plunder the resources of other raiders."

A burly man wiping his weapon looked up and said, "I've heard about it too. Apparently, this raiding party uses an internal communication channel to lure other raiding parties to their location or send their coordinates, and then launches an attack on them."

"No way, we raiders can be raided?"

"It's absolutely true. Many raider teams have already been killed, their crews and ships vanished without a trace. A raider friend of mine told me that if you receive any communications from unknown sources, especially those claiming to have spotted a big fat sheep, do not answer! Do not answer!"

"Then we really need to be careful. By the way, where is our team's communications officer?"

"Uh, it feels like being inside a spaceship."

Before one of the raider team members could finish speaking, the spaceship hatch suddenly opened, and his comrade in charge of communications jumped down excitedly.

"Guys, I have great news! I just received a signal from another raiding party. They said they've found a super-rich, fat sheep in the northern valley and desperately need reinforcements. I've already sent them our coordinates!"

He stood smugly with his hands on his hips: "Hahaha, we're going to be rich! Aren't you surprised by this news? Unexpected, right?"

Other looters: "."

Ta-da!
Accompanied by a powerful background music, more than a dozen raider ships flew in from the sky at high speed, surrounding them in the blink of an eye, their machine guns aimed at them.

"We are the Raider Squad. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, or we will open fire in three seconds!"

Other looters: "."

Correspondent: "Huh?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the raiders threw down their weapons, raised their hands in surrender, and their movements were fluid and natural.

I'd rather be a coward for life than a hero for three seconds!

The moment they surrendered, more than a dozen raider ships crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Du Mu stepped off one of the largest and most luxurious spaceships, while a large number of Asgardian warriors clad in golden armor poured out of the other spaceships.

That's right, they were the ones who piloted the Raider ship just now.

Du Mu possesses the soul of a seasoned driver, capable of skillfully driving any vehicle; he could practically fly a spaceship the moment he got behind the wheel.

Needless to say, for the Asgardian warriors, as the elite of Asgard, flying a spaceship is a mandatory skill.

"Arrest them and strip them of all their equipment and props."

At Du Mu's command, dozens of Asgardian warriors pounced on them like wolves.

Headgear, armor, gun, chest suspender, backpack!
Strip it all off!
They didn't even miss high-value items hidden in secluded places, their movements were so skilled and efficient, it was clear that this wasn't the first time they had done this.

The plunderers dared not be angry or speak out.

They felt like they had encountered a professional robbery gang!

Finally, the raiders were stripped naked, and they thought that was the end of it.

Then they saw Du Mu walk forward and point a gun at their foreheads: "Notify your raiders' relatives and friends, tell them there's a super great deal here, they can earn at least tens of millions, the return rate is extremely high, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The raiders: "."

No, this group isn't a robbery gang, it's a fraud gang!

Skorch watched as the prisoners, tears streaming down their faces, sent fraudulent messages to their colleagues and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, weren't we here to quell the unrest in Vanaheim?"

These days, they've been plundering the raiders' resources in Vanaheim.

They seized more than twenty spaceships. Apart from the dozen or so that were put into service, the rest were docked in the valley, almost filling it up.

They came to Vanaheim as saviors, but now it feels like they're here to become robbers and get rich.

"Aren't we currently quelling the unrest?"

Du Mu chuckled and said, “Look, now the plunderers are all in danger. They can’t even protect their own safety and property, so how can they have the mind to plunder other people’s things?”

Skorch scratched his head: "That seems to make sense."

Du Mu waved his hand: "You've worked hard these past few days. Pick out a few things you like from the spoils later."

Skorch's eyes lit up, and he said with righteous indignation, "This is all for Asgard, for protecting the peace of the Nine Realms. This is my duty, and even without any reward, I, Skorch, will not shirk my responsibility!"

Du Mu showed a moved expression: "I misjudged you. I didn't expect you to be so understanding and righteous. Since that's the case, let me bear these worldly things alone."

"But then again, since the officer has said so, wouldn't it be a waste of your kindness if I didn't take a few items?"

Skorch chuckled and turned to run towards the pile of spoils.

Du Mu ignored the idiot and began to tally up his earnings over the past few days.

He plundered the resources of dozens of raiders and reaped a considerable harvest. The universal currency alone was worth at least tens of millions, and with various other valuable items, it was enough for him to step into the middle class of the universe.

Indeed, if you want to get rich, you have to rely on free shopping!
Du Mu did not stop, and continued his plan of deception.

In fact, he was worried that the looters would be so frightened that they would pack up and run away.

If he led the Asgardian warriors to crush them directly, given the raiders' opportunistic nature, they would definitely make a quick getaway, leaving him with fewer mobile airdrop crates to loot.

Before the raiders can fully react, we'll take advantage of them and scam as many as we can!
The local residents of Huanaheim gradually noticed the changes.

Lately, things have been too peaceful.

Those despicable plunderers vanished without a trace, as if they had disappeared into thin air, and have hardly shown their faces since.

At first, everyone was on tenterhooks, thinking that these interstellar raiders were up to something.

Several days passed, and not only was there no robbery, but even the roar of the spaceship's engine could not be heard.

"Could they have left?"

"Thank goodness if that's the case! No one will steal our things anymore!"

People couldn't help but gather together to discuss it.
Before they could even catch their breath, a familiar engine sound came from the horizon.

Everyone's hearts jumped into their throats. Looking up, sure enough, a raider ship was rushing towards them.

"Damn it! It's the raiders! They're back!"

Someone shouted so hard their voice cracked, and the relief they felt just moments before vanished instantly.

But soon, some people realized that the spaceship didn't seem to be heading their way. It was moving at an alarming speed and showed no intention of slowing down or landing, as if something terrifying was chasing them.

On the horizon behind the spaceship, countless tiny black dots appeared, growing larger and larger—they were all raider spaceships!
Ta-da!
Accompanied by a powerful background music, they didn't stop and headed straight for the spaceship ahead.

Local resident: "."

what's the situation?
Raiders are hunting down other raiders?
Not only could they not understand it, but Quill, who was currently in the first spaceship and frantically manipulating the steering wheel, also couldn't understand it!

He is Peter Quill, codenamed Star-Lord, a legendary outlaw in the universe.

Of course, this is just his own opinion.

He originally just flew the spaceship he stole from his adoptive father, Yondu, intending to come to Vanaheim to take on some side jobs and save enough money to start his own business.

No sooner had the spaceship come to a stop than they received an encrypted message from the raider's internal channel, saying that a big business deal worth hundreds of millions needed manpower to assist.

Quill could no longer hold back upon hearing this.

He was just looking forward to getting rid of Yondu and going solo, so he immediately flew his spaceship to the designated location.

As soon as he showed his face, he saw dozens of raider ships swarming around him, shouting something about raider squads and telling him to surrender.

What the hell is this raiding squad? Who taught you to do this nested doll-like thing?!
Quill immediately realized something was wrong and quickly maneuvered the spaceship to escape.

But he didn't expect that dozens of raider ships would follow closely behind, as if they had a grudge against him, and they would have stuck with him relentlessly. If it weren't for his good piloting skills, he would have been intercepted long ago.

What kind of hatred and grudge is this!

Quill looked at the ship's rearview mirror—no, the panoramic monitor—and saw that dozens of raider ships were still hot on his heels, determined not to 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 hesitation, "Of course, who doesn't have money?"

“Then we didn’t make a mistake. Brothers, give it your all, there’s a fat sheep ahead.” The man said confidently.

Quill: "."

You guys are just robbing me, aren't you?!
He was still holding back a lot of energy, thinking that with his superb piloting skills across the galaxy, it wasn't impossible for him to outrun these dozens of ships.

Quill gripped the steering wheel, preparing to drift his ship and show those bumpkins behind him what a true technical player was.

Upon checking the monitoring screen, they saw dozens of spaceships simultaneously raising their cannons, with beeping sounds indicating they were locked on!

Quill: "."

"I surrender!!"

The shout was so crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Quill was on the verge of tears.

It's not that he's bad at the game, it's just that the opposing team doesn't give him a chance to show off his skills!
With dozens of gun barrels aiming at him simultaneously, even if he broke the directional stick, he still couldn't dodge this barrage of bullets!
"Turn off the engine and pull over."

Hearing the communicator's sound, Quill felt a surge of frustration.

In principle, he never takes orders from others, but now that dozens of principles are in his hands, he still knows how to be flexible.

At this point, Quill still held onto a sliver of hope.

Maybe these spaceships are full of weaklings.

If he finds the right opportunity, he can fight his way out with his skills.
This thought just came up.

He saw a large group of Asgardian warriors in gleaming golden armor step off the spaceship, their muscles bulging, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to move an inch if they punched him.

Quill: "."

Very well, this is the end for us!
(End of this chapter)