Dragon Ball: The Strongest Demihuman

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East Galaxy, in an extremely large spaceship, Gulla, who is one meter eight meters tall, is floating by the porthole quietly watching the starry sky.

The three members of the Gula mech force stood quietly behind him, silent.

After a long time, Gula’s gloomy voice sounded: “Shawiza, is that Saiyan you said really that strong?” ”

Shawiza’s body involuntarily trembled slightly when he heard this, and he replied: “Yes, according to the data analysis we collected at the end, Frieza, who had a combat power of more than 100 million, was vulnerable in his hands, and he only lasted less than half an hour before quickly losing. ”

As soon as he thought of that earth-shattering battle, Shawiza’s heart palpitated, even though more than ten days had passed, the fear in his heart still lingered.

You know, they used their strength to eat milk, and it only took seven or eight days to return from the North Galaxy to the East Galaxy. Of course, this is also because the planet is not too far from Gura’s base camp.

“Is it far more than the final form of Frieza? It seems that he is really a tricky character! ”

Gula muttered, and after a moment of silence, he asked, “How long until we arrive at Kura Star?” ”

“About fifteen days.” After Shawiza answered seriously, he asked with some concern: “King Gula, do we really want to join forces with King Kurd?” ”

Gula had a gloomy face, and didn’t know what she was thinking. Recently, he is vying with the Kurdish king for the actual leadership of the eastern galaxy, and the relationship is extremely bad, even to the point of imminent war.

After all, this star field occupies a full third of the galaxy, which is extremely rich, and both want to include it in their own hands.

The Frozen Demon Clan does not have any family affection to speak of, and it is not a strange thing to kill each other for the sake of resources. But now, because of Frieza’s death, in order to deal with the Saiyan who suddenly appeared, he must unite with the Kurdish king.

As an older frozen demon, Gula knows much more secrets from King Kurdish than Frieza, or at least he knows what a Super Saiyan looks like.

Blonde, green-eyed…

And the intelligence brought back from Shawiza showed that the Saiyan was obviously not like that when he burst into tens of millions of combat power.

If it is true that as recorded in history, the strength of the Super Saiyan is dozens of times that of the norm, the true strength of that Saiyan …

Thinking of this, Gula secretly clenched his fists, with his current strength, he was not sure of defeating the other party.

‘You must continue to practice!’ ’

Although his personality is as arrogant and conceited as Frieza’s, Gula is obviously much calmer than his younger brother, and he is not as talented as the other party, and he is more enthusiastic about cultivation.

After a few brief explanations to Shawiza and the others, Gula entered the gravity chamber again, and he must now seize the time to become stronger as soon as possible.

Fifteen days later.

A huge black planet is like a devil’s eye in the lonely space, revealing an extremely terrifying aura that is daunting.

The planet is full of dark rocks and black-shiny metal, where the Kurdish king’s palace is located.

In the huge palace as dark as ink, the Kurdish king sat high in the main hall, looking at his son standing under the stage, and he couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed and emotional.

Looking at this son in front of him who competed with himself for territory and even did not hesitate to start a war, he couldn’t help but miss Frieza a little, if only Gula was like Frieza, although he was a little willful, but at least he was willing to listen to himself.

“Is Frieza really dead?”

The Kurdish king asked, and although he had received the news a month earlier, he still did not want to believe it.

The most gifted child in the history of the Frozen Demon Clan died so easily, at the hands of the hateful Saiyan, which made the always proud Kurdish king feel extremely angry.

“Yes, my father, Frieza is no longer there.” There was not the slightest regret in Gula’s tone, as if it was just a stranger who died.

“Can a Saiyan really be that strong?” As if remembering something, the Kurdish king sighed: “It seems that the Super Saiyan mentioned by the ancestor before his death really exists!” ”

“It should be so, otherwise Efrieza’s strength can’t be defeated so easily, and there is not even a chance to escape!”

“So… What do you think should be done? Thinking that Gula’s strength was obviously higher than his own, the Kurdish king, who had already entered dusk, asked.

“Cultivate, become stronger, and then go and destroy that Saiyan, you must not let him continue to grow!” From the intelligence Shaviza brought back, it was known that the Saiyan was not very old, and if he was allowed to grow up, it would definitely be a terrible nightmare for the Frozen Demon Clan.

Gula has no intention of avenging his brother at all, he is only for himself.

The Frozen Demon Clan is so selfish.

“Hmm. I’ll help you too! The Kurdish king was silent, and this sentence was also somewhat reluctant. As a father, his talent is not comparable to his two sons, and now he is getting older, his strength is only about 120 million, and he is not even comparable to the full-fledged Frieza.

But after a while, as long as you fuse that thing, everything will be different.

Waving his hand to signal Gula to find a place to live, the Kurdish king carefully entered a secret chamber deep underground.

This chamber is made entirely of very special and rare materials that can block all probing, and the Kurdish king is not worried about Gula discovering its secrets.

This secret room is not large, at most a dozen squares, and on the middle platform is placed a strange vessel, much like an inverted crystal pyramid, crystal clear.

A dark golden mass of blood was held in the vessel, revealing a faint luster.

That dark light seems to carry a magical power, making people unconsciously fall into the traction and want to blend in.

This mass of blood is constantly swimming in the vessel as if it has life, hitting the inner wall again and again, as if it wants to be reborn.

The Kurdish king’s eyes gazed at the blood, revealing an extremely strong desire. This thing is his last chance, his chance to continue to evolve and become stronger.

Because this is divine blood.

God’s blood!