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Yondu

Thousands of blue-skinned soldiers fought bravely alongside a man with a red crest in this desolate wasteland. They were disciplined and well-trained, with no one retreating from the battle. For them, Planet Centaurus 4 was their home.

Their opponents, however—the "Bedoons" as the crest-headed man called them—were even fiercer. These lizard-like warriors not only outnumbered them vastly but also possessed superior individual combat skills.

The Bedoon people were grotesque in appearance, resembling large bipedal lizards. Their temperament matched their appearance—brutal and bloodthirsty, almost savage.

When wounded, the Centaur soldiers, like most intelligent beings, cried out in pain. In contrast, the cold-blooded Bedoons grew more aggressive.

In just a few minutes of fierce combat, more than half of the Centaur soldiers lay dead or wounded, their camp on the brink of collapse. It seemed inevitable they would be defeated and captured by the Bedoons.

The crest-headed man, despite his heroism and sharp archery skills, found himself overwhelmed by sheer numbers, gradually falling into a defensive position.

He whistled for more arrows, but none came. Turning around, he saw a heavily armored Bedoon warrior holding his arrows, sneering. "You talk big."

The Bedoon warrior inspected the arrows in his hand. "Are these the famed Yaka arrows? I hear few Centaurs can wield them proficiently."

He commanded his troops, "Capture him alive!"

"Yes!" The surrounding Bedoons chorused, swarming to subdue the crest-headed man.

Gritting his teeth, he drew his blade, facing them head-on.

However, his prowess in melee combat paled in comparison to his skill with a bow. Overwhelmed by three or four Bedoons, he struggled to hold his ground.

Meanwhile, his comrades faced a worsening situation, nearly surrounded by Bedoons. As the encirclement tightened, their numbers dwindled rapidly.

The outcome seemed certain. Many Bedoon officers wore triumphant smiles, already searching for spoils of war.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky. Bright flames descended, creating a violent sonic boom.

The flames emitted a dazzling white light, akin to a second sun rising majestically in the sky.

"What's that?" exclaimed the Bedoon commander, playing with the Yaka arrow.

A meteorite? If so, their fortunes were about to turn. A falling meteorite in a battle on the brink of victory meant certain doom.

However, they soon realized it wasn't a meteorite but a person hurtling towards them.

As the figure grew nearer, the Bedoons recognized him. "It's the Asgardian Sun God!"

Before they finished speaking, Forseti's blazing form crashed into their ranks.

Divine Storm!

With a resounding boom, the holy light from the Saffron warhammer erupted. Countless golden hammers wreathed in flames swept out in all directions from Forseti's center.

As one of the most potent area-of-effect spells, Divine Storm could decimate enemies across thousands of square meters, its destructive power immense.

Though formidable, the Bedoons were mortal like humans on Earth. Faced with Forseti's divine onslaught, their flesh and blood proved as fragile as rotted wood, hundreds falling instantly.

From above, the densely packed Bedoons were suddenly cleaved open.

Forseti pursued nearby enemies, the Saffron warhammer transforming into a blazing chain that shredded the lizardmen to pieces.

"Retreat! Retreat!" The Bedoon commander panicked, issuing a quick retreat order.

Before the Bedoons could organize their retreat, golden airships swooped down. More than ten Asgardian warriors disembarked, attacking from multiple directions.

In an instant, the battle turned. The Centaurs, formerly encircled, fought back, assisted by the Asgardians.

The Bedoons crumbled under the sudden assault. Their formation shattered, their ranks in disarray, the giant lizards howling, trampling, and fleeing, leaving corpses strewn across the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, the crest-headed man broke free of the Bedoon encirclement. He scanned left and right, spotting the Bedoon commander who had stolen his Yaka arrow fleeing into the distance, and gave chase.

However, he failed to catch up. The Bedoon commander swiftly boarded a spacecraft, which ascended into the sky.

"Damn it!" he cursed, fists clenched in frustration.

Forseti noticed the man pursuing the Bedoon commander alone. With a burst of flames beneath his feet, Forseti changed course, blazing after the escaping spacecraft.

As the spaceship accelerated, attempting escape, Forseti flicked made flaming chain of the Saffron warhammer, ready to ensnare it.

Despite the spaceship's fiery thrusters, it couldn't match Forseti's strength. Dragged down, it plummeted and exploded with a deafening boom.

The crest-headed man blinked, then attempted a whistle.

"Whistle—"

The Yaka arrow shot out from the wreckage, arcing back into his hand.

Seeing the Yaka arrow return after its brief absence, the crest-headed man couldn't help but smile broadly.

Forseti descended, approached him, and after a quick appraisal, roughly guessed his identity. "What's your name?"

"Yondu," the crest-headed man replied promptly. "Yondu Udonta."