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Chapter 433 Puppet Show

After hesitating for a moment.

Thor spoke up: "Actually, besides the Rainbow Bridge, Asgard is not without means of interstellar travel."

"Oh, really?"

Looking at Arlin's seemingly unsurprised face, Thor remained silent for a moment before continuing, "It is said that in my grandfather's time, before the Rainbow Bridge was completed, the magical airships forged in Asgard could already travel between stars."

At this point, Thor gave an example: "The silver-class magic airship we traveled on before was actually a product of that airship technology from back then."

"However, after the Rainbow Bridge was successfully built, the magic airships, which were expensive to build and required a lot of manpower, resources and time, were replaced by the faster and more convenient Rainbow Bridge."

"Although we in Asgard still retain the forging technology for magical airships, we no longer have any craftsmen capable of forging magical airships of that caliber."

"The smaller airships that evolved from magic airships, whether they are silver-class or higher gold-class, lack sufficient power sources and protective measures, and can only carry out short-distance interstellar travel."

"It can't even reach planets that are a little far from Asgard, let alone Earth."

Erin, who was standing in front of Thor, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and sighed, "I guessed it."

As the ruler of the Nine Realms, how could Asgard only have the Rainbow Bridge as a means of interstellar travel?

Before the Rainbow Bridge, Asgard, where magic flourished, had already invented the magic airship.

However, it was gradually phased out after the more convenient and faster Rainbow Bridge came out.

Of course, while it was phased out, the strategic technology of forging magic airships was still strictly sealed off by Asgard, and personal manufacturing was strictly prohibited and restricted.

It was for this reason that Arryn, who had been inquiring about magic airships in Asgard for a month, had heard of them but had never seen a real one, let alone heard of anyone being able to build one.

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After promising to find a suitable craftsman to build the magic airship as soon as possible, Thor hurriedly left.

After watching Thor leave.

Erin then picked up his glass and looked toward the makeshift arena in the center of the Twilight Tavern.

next second.

Black "spiritual threads" originating from different life forms appeared in Erin's eyes.

Raising his glass and gulping down the rich, aromatic Golden Wheat beer, Erin easily discerned the origins of each of the "spiritual threads."

Compared to the period immediately following his promotion.

Through continuous practice, Erin has received significant improvements in both her understanding and control of the "spiritual threads".

and this.

It was also thanks to the enthusiastic help of those dungeon escapees.

As Erin's gaze spread.

His gaze quickly cut through the crowded throng and landed on the arena.

In the makeshift arena.

The two shirtless gladiators wore no protective gear, allowing the iron fists to rain down on their bodies, each blow landing squarely on their skin.

This purest and most primal confrontation, however, stirred the blood of the onlookers, who were filled with fervor.

Driven by alcohol and the thrill of hand-to-hand combat, these adrenaline-fueled drunkards and gamblers frantically shouted the name of the gladiator they had bet on.

"Dry him to death!"

"Down with this son of a bitch!"

"Horn, you idiot, how could you lose to a newbie? Get up and fuck that son of a bitch to death! I've staked everything on you this time."

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Amid the gasps of the crowd.

Erin's spirituality suddenly spread outwards, reaching straight for the illusory black line above the head of a gloomy figure at the edge of the arena.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

At the edge of the arena, Olexi, the elderly owner of the Twilight Tavern, was also staring intently at the ring in front of him, one hand clenched into a fist.

"Very good, that's it..."

Just as Olexy was excitedly calculating how much money he could make from the newcomer he had "picked up," his mind suddenly went blank as he was about to gulp down a mouthful of strong liquor.

Immediately, he found that everything around him seemed to have become strange, as if several layers of frosted glass were covering his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Olexie found her thoughts becoming sluggish, as if the parts in her head had suddenly rusted.

Although Asgardians are generally stronger than Earthlings, it only took Arryn less than 10 seconds to get under control of an old man whose energy was declining and whose spiritual strength was far weaker than his own.

"Damn it... something's wrong... what's going on... is there something wrong with my body? Or... has someone attacked me?"

"Is it that despicable... 'Beheader'... or that mage from the Celestial Palace...?"

As the owner of the Twilight Tavern, Olexi was no stranger to the extraordinary beings of Asgard.

Whether it was a high-ranking sorcerer or a noble deity, they had all frequented his tavern.

It was precisely because of this that Olexi, who frequently came into contact with the gods and lacked reverence for them, risked taking in a prisoner who had escaped from the Asgardian dungeon after Heimdall's death—"The Decapitator" Sevix.

He disguised himself as a gladiator in his tavern.

With the help of "The Decapitator" Sevix, who disguised himself as a gladiator, Olexi's tavern not only made a small profit but also acquired a treasure from Asgard.

Unexpectedly, before he could even celebrate for a few days, he was suddenly attacked.

Because her thoughts were stuck and she lacked experience, it took Olexie a good ten seconds before she realized she needed to call for help.

Just as Olexie was trying to reach her hands into her clothes and open her mouth to call for help.

He was horrified to discover how slow his movements were and how weak the sounds coming from his throat were.

"No... save me..."

"Let me go..."

The faint cries for help were drowned out by the rising cheers of the drunkards in the tavern before they could travel far.

Driven by a desire to survive, Olexie even tried to knock over the wine glass in front of her to attract attention.

But as time went on, he despairingly discovered that his thinking was becoming increasingly sluggish and rigid.

Even more terrifying, Olexi vaguely sensed that his body and his arms seemed to have their own thoughts, resisting his ideas.

What should have been a simple action of pushing the wine glass forward took Olexi over a minute to complete.

Snapped!

Just as the wine glass that Olexi had pushed off the table was about to be knocked to the ground.

A long, slender arm suddenly reached out from the side.

He caught the wine glass that Olexie had struggled to push over.

After catching the wine glass steadily, Erin, under Olexie's despairing gaze, placed the brass cup back in the center of the table.

"You are welcome."

As if he had done something ordinary, Erin gave Olexi a gentle smile before turning his attention back to the arena.

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At this moment, Severus, the Asgardian dungeon escapee disguised as "Hercules" Eddie, was using all his strength to pin Horn, this idiot who dared to oppose him, down beneath him.

He then used his thick arm to wedge Horn's neck.

As Sevier tightened his grip, Horn's face turned red from suffocation as Sevier's arm choked his neck.

She kept slapping Sevier's arms with both hands, struggling to break free from his restraints.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the arm that was like an iron clamp, gripping his throat.

"I...I admit it..."

Before Horn could utter a word of surrender, Sevier suddenly increased his strength, completely choking him before he could finish speaking.

In Sevier's eyes, which were bloodshot with excitement, his steel-like arms tightened their grip, as if trying to forcibly rip Horn's head off his neck.

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One month ago.

Severus, the "Decapitator," a dungeon prisoner, escaped from Asgard during the chaos and, with the help of Olexie, disguised himself as Eddie, the "Hercules."

Although this allowed him to escape the search by the Celestial Palace guards.

However, the greedy old man also knocked away a precious pearl that he had found in the celestial palace.

Because of the damage to the Rainbow Bridge, Sevier managed to evade the Asgardian guards' search, but he was unable to leave Asgard for the time being.

In order to gather information, Sevier, who had been hiding in the tavern's cellar for a long time, took over the identity of "Hercules" Eddie and entered the tavern, trying to find out a way to leave Asgard through the relatively well-informed tavern.

But the greedy Olexi doesn't tolerate idlers.

After plundering all the valuables from Sevier under various pretexts, the greedy Olexie disregarded the risk of Sevier being exposed and sent him to the gladiatorial arena to attract business for the tavern.

As the saying goes, what you fear most is what will happen.

Just a few days after their last duel, the Twilight Tavern has already welcomed guests like Thor and Arryn.

Although Sevix's disguise had fooled the Asgardian guards who came to search for him, under Erin's spiritual vision, the skin that was out of place with his body and the weakening were as obvious as mosquitoes on a bald man's head.

After comparing the information of the prisoners previously imprisoned in the Celestial Palace dungeon.

It wasn't long before Erin recognized Sevier's identity.

And then.

Erin then acted decisively.

After contacting each other for so long, it's time to test the power of the spirit thread.

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Just when it seemed that "Hercules" Eddie was about to strangle Horn.

Among the onlookers, some finally noticed something was wrong.

Just as they were trying to wake Eddie, the "Hercules," by shouting, wondering if he was so engrossed in the gladiator fight that he actually wanted to strangle Horn.

Olexi, standing at the edge of the arena, suddenly stood up, picked up the wine glass in front of her, and smashed it towards Eddie, the "strongman" in the arena who was "killing" with bloodshot eyes.

A crisp "bang" sounded.

Sevick, disguised as "Hercules" Eddie, was hit squarely by the brass goblet.

With that crisp sound, Olexi's roar echoed throughout the tavern.

"Fool, if you keep tightening it, do you want to be taken to the execution ground by the guards?"

"Clatter!"

After the brass wine glass was knocked away.

Severus, disguised as "Hercules" Eddie, had a dent punched into his face by the bronze goblet.

Instantly, crimson blood gushed out from the hole.

It instantly stained half of "The Decapitator" Sevier's face red.

He gently licked his lips, then swished the blood that had reached his lips into his mouth.

The crimson blood seemed to stimulate "The Decapitator" Sevier, causing his emotions to explode.

After casually tossing the unconscious, foaming-at-the-mouth Horn to the ground, Sevier looked at Olexie and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Old man, are you looking for death?"

"Looking for death? You think you can fight me, a prisoner who escaped from the dungeon?" Olexy, who was still half a head shorter than Sevier when he straightened up, said disdainfully, "Ha, a rat from the gutter like you dares to bare your teeth at me? It's not just a matter of life and death."

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"A prisoner who escaped from the dungeon?"

"Wait, what's going on? How come Eddie is a prisoner who escaped from the dungeon?"

"Ha, Eddie is certainly not a prisoner in the dungeon, but is this guy really Eddie?"

"I hadn't noticed until you pointed it out, but if you look closely, this guy does seem a bit different from Eddie."

"So that's how it is! I was wondering why Eddie suddenly became so powerful. Even Horn wasn't a match for him. Turns out, this guy isn't Eddie at all!"

"Hey, hey, hey, have you guys even grasped the point? Forget who this guy is. If this guy really is a prisoner who escaped from the dungeon, then isn't Olexi harboring a prisoner? Has this old guy gone mad? Harboring a prisoner and then daring to say such a thing in public."

"I think that greedy guy Olexie has gone mad long ago, otherwise how could he dare to harbor prisoners from Asgard?"

"Hey, forget about that for now. Quickly send someone to call the guards over. If this Eddie really is a prisoner who escaped from the dungeon, we're no match for those vicious criminals..."

Amidst the uproar.

Enraged that Olexie had exposed his identity, Sevier pounced on Olexie like a nimble cheetah.

"Go to hell!"

next second.

A cold light flashed.

Before the Sevier even arrived, a dagger that Sevier had pulled from his crotch pierced Olexi's heart, sending him flying.

(End of this chapter)