American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Everyone was taken aback.

The Heavenly God's expression, however, didn't change at all. In the past three hundred years, similar situations had occurred countless times.

No matter what the enemy's claims were, their goals had never changed.

"Stop trying to distort the truth. I know very well what your ultimate goal is, and you yourself are very clear about it. Why waste time? Since you've made thorough preparations, then come and try me. Let's see if I, who has sat as Heavenly God for over three hundred years, have made any progress!"

Although the Heavenly God was taciturn and cared about Piccolo the Great Demon King, it was only because the latter was himself.

As a genius among the Namekians, he possessed almost all the talents from birth. After being sent to Earth, he only settled down gradually after hitting his head and losing his memory.

Due to his similar appearance, from the day he grew up, he was automatically classified as a member of the Demon Clan. Only after officially becoming the Heavenly God did he gradually understand his identity.

The past self and the present self had long been clearly separated, even good and evil were separated early on. These trivial disputes were not worth dwelling on at all. No matter how many reasons were given, they would eventually come down to the Great Dao. Now, time was of the essence. Piccolo the Great Demon King had disappeared for no reason, and no one knew where he had gone or what kind of conspiracy he was brewing.

The Heavenly God was very nervous and really didn't have the energy to play mind games with Garlic Jr.

Garlic Jr. was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "Not bad, not bad, this is more like the demeanor of our Demon Clan. Three hundred years ago, you competed with my father for the position of Heavenly God, and after becoming the Heavenly God, you ignored the Demon Clan.

As if you had truly become a detached Heavenly God, you had long forgotten why you wanted to compete for this position. Now, adding another three hundred years to the Demon Clan's suffering, your sins are heinous and you must atone for them with death!

Don't have any wishful thinking. Piccolo the Great Demon King has already left Earth. As long as you are killed, he will disappear at the same time. At that time, I will become the sole king of Earth!"

Garlic Jr. laughed wildly. In the sky behind him, a Demon Clan army suddenly appeared. Each of them had a ferocious face, and their bodies were filled with killing intent.

Following Garlic Jr.'s declaration of war, they swarmed up, their battle cries shaking the sky.

The Dragon Ball warriors, who were a little stunned by the conversation between the two, jumped back in shock at this moment and scrambled to fight the enemy.

Due to their physical qualities and living conditions, the Demon Clan was inherently stronger than humans. The average combat power value of ordinary Demon Clan warriors was around one hundred.

The true cadres and high-level cadres might have combat power values of several hundred or even thousands.

In the normal storyline, such a large army could easily annihilate the Dragon Ball warriors.

Even if Goku was slightly troublesome, the two sides could fight back and forth. The Heavenly God was even more of a mismatch.

But because of Qishan, this little butterfly, the combat power of the Heavenly God and the Dragon Ball warriors had been directly boosted by dozens or even hundreds of times.

Through the tempering in the Room of Spirit and Time, and the personal guidance of Mr. Popo, and the support of the Heavenly God's secret potion, the combat power of Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and others rose like a balloon, and now they had reached the level of ten thousand.

With such overwhelming combat power, they didn't feel any pressure in the face of the Demon Clan army.

The Dragon Ball warriors separated, each defending one side. Yamcha might still be flustered, but he could fight one-on-one to a stalemate.

As for the rest of the Dragon Ball warriors, the Demon Clan army was simply not enough to watch. They could easily knock them down with a wave of their hands.

If one were standing below Korin Tower, they would see an extremely shocking scene. The clouds in the sky were constantly dropping monsters. One after another, Korin Tower, with its extremely exaggerated height, had become the cause of death for the Demon Clan warriors.

Every Demon Clan warrior who was knocked off the tower would be crushed into a pool of flesh and blood after experiencing the prank of gravitational acceleration.

In the Divine Realm, out of sight, out of mind. But below Korin Tower had already become a hell, full of broken limbs and flesh fragments.

As early as a few months ago, the tribe guarding the peach forest below had received instructions from Korin the Hermit Cat to move to a location one hundred kilometers away.

Now, within a hundred miles radius below, there was not a single person. The accumulation of flesh and blood, and the splashing blood, had dyed the nearby stream red. As the blood gradually rippled, the flesh and blood were absorbed by the soil and rocks, and the surrounding peach trees seemed to become thicker, even the pink petals were more alluring.

Seeing the Dragon Ball warriors cutting down his subordinates like vegetables, Garlic Jr.'s face didn't change at all. As if he didn't see the speed at which his subordinates were being lost, he kept staring at the Heavenly God.

"No wonder you are so fearless, it turns out you have recruited a few thugs!

But don't be too happy too soon. Before entering the palace, I had already figured out your situation here. The most powerful Goku has been sent to who knows where by you. If I guessed correctly, you should have used the Heavenly God's special ability to send Goku to the underworld.

Piccolo the Great Demon King's power is too great. His immense power has suppressed the entire world, making it unable to breathe. In just one night, he changed the evidence of the entire earth.

Now, in the fifty super-large areas, the most important thing every day is to fight each other, to choose the most powerful person to represent their area to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament. Only by getting a good ranking will they do the least work and get the best benefits and treatment.

I have to say, on this point, I admire Piccolo the Great Demon King. He created a Demon King army for himself with almost no effort.

He only used the qualification to be exempt from the qualifying round to gather the most powerful and most potential fighters in the world into his hands.

As expected of the Great Demon King, he is a master at manipulating people's hearts!

Unfortunately, such a terrifying Great Demon King would have such a weak point. As long as you are killed, the Earth will be mine. But don't worry, in order to facilitate the Demon Clan's rule over the world, I will not change the rules set by the Great Demon King.

Perhaps after going to the underworld, this news can give you some comfort!"

The Heavenly God remained silent, while Garlic Jr. continued to babble, with a smug smile on his face.

As the two quickly exchanged blows, they slowly spoke out.

Their movements were so fast that their figures transformed into afterimages, even the Dragon Ball warriors could only see a blurry shadow.

The Heavenly God didn't care much at first, because the other party was just bluffing. In his observation, the most powerful of the Demon Clan only had a few thousand combat power value for the time being. Such a number was not enough to watch in front of the Dragon Ball warriors, so how could they challenge him?

But as the fight progressed, Garlic Jr.'s combat power rose like a balloon. The Heavenly God's mind raced, and he suddenly thought of something, his face changed, and he secretly thought it was bad.