American comics: God on earth, Saiyan hybrid Kryptonian

At this moment, Mullin was comforting everyone. Although he had succeeded as the new great elder, he did not feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Looking at the few tribesmen left in front of him, he simply couldn't imagine what would happen if the remaining tribesmen were still there.

This is a massacre of genocide!

However, even this kind of massacre would be nothing if placed in the vast universe.

Children hid in the arms of adults and cried, the elderly sighed with tears in their eyes, and some of the younger generation fell to their knees on the ground, shocked by the power of the gods.

Some people clenched their fists unwillingly, letting their never-trimmed nails dig deeply into their flesh.

Kalu shivered in Dandy's arms, hugging his brother tightly and not daring to look any further. It wasn't until a drop of tears fell on Kalu's head that he raised his head blankly.

Dandy's eyes were staring in the direction of Namek, one hand deeply protecting him, and his firm gaze seemed to imprint this scene in his mind forever.

Seeing this scene, Gamora silently held the two children in her arms. She didn't intend to let them see this cruel scene, but at this moment she heard what Piccolo and Naru said.

"You guys, remember this scene well."

Two deep voices reached everyone's ears. Piccolo and Neru stood side by side, like a pair of half-brothers, speaking in unison.

But compared to Nailu, who always followed the great elder, it was Piccolo who felt this power more intuitively.

"grandson"

Piccolo murmured to himself, his face seemed to be frozen. Of course he could feel how terrifying the aura coming from Namek was.

With his current strength, it can be said that the light of fireflies is even worse than the brightness of the bright moon.

"Everyone."

At this moment, Mullin, as the great elder, spoke. He gathered everyone together and said solemnly:

"Let us pray for them, with this kindness that will always be engraved in our hearts, pray for those who saved us in despair, and send them the most sincere faith."

After the words fell, the remaining Namekians spontaneously gathered around in circles. The adults stood outside, while the children knelt and sat inside, raising their hands in a prayer ceremony and closing their eyes.

"The earth, the ocean, and the Namek planet that nurtures us together."

"Please bless those who are fighting for us on the planet at this time. They are willing to offer the most sincere wishes of Dragon Ball to this end and forge the most pure friendship between hearts."

"Tch, boring behavior."

Piccolo twitched his lips, walked to the window alone and silently, and stared at the world outside the starry sky.

If he hadn't seen similar religious rituals on Earth, he would have suspected that these people were crazy.

"Let them pray, they need a spiritual sustenance."

Seemingly sensing Piccolo's inner thoughts, Gamora walked up to him, took out the stabbing sword she carried with her, and stroked the ruby ​​​​on it.

Among the Namekians, Gamora looked familiar!

Two green faces of the same color looked at each other silently. If there was anything similar between them, it was that they were calm and did not do meaningless things.

"But we still have some things to do. If the galaxy is at risk of destruction, the top priority is to increase the spacecraft to maximum power as soon as possible. The most important thing is to fly away from this nebula as soon as possible."

With rich navigation experience, Gamora can naturally assist Piccolo well. After sorting out his emotions, he immediately discovered the existing crisis and immediately said to Piccolo:

"This spacecraft is operated with a unique language system, and I need your help."

"Well, that's right, let's leave quickly."

Piccolo nodded, feeling somewhat impressed by this girl, mainly because her face looked comfortable, and he quickly followed her to the console!

At the same time, those sincere prayers have crossed the boundless sea of ​​stars, and each call seems to convey the first voice of the starry sky, opening a long distance and tearing apart a blue brilliance.

"Boom!!"

At the end of the light, the magnetic field twisted into golden thunder and lightning. Carrot El struggled to resist Frieza's galaxy-destroying bomb, tensing his whole body.

"Ahhh! Uhhhh!"

That blue turtle qigong has become the only hope in the apocalypse, turning into a tall and straight backbone propped up from the ground. No matter how powerful the front is, it has never been bent!

"Uh-huh. Ahhh!!"

Carrot El stared. This kind of energy output was not his area of ​​expertise, and it was even something he had not practiced much since he was born.

Therefore, Frieza had the upper hand, and before long, he was pushed from mid-air to the ground.

Next to the wreckage of the spaceship, the few remaining Frieza troops were trembling with fear and fell to their knees. The still-living Sorbey even cried out in despair.

"Asshole, Frieza is trying to get me involved in the explosion!"

Gula cursed in disgust, very dissatisfied with Frieza's actions.

But what really makes him feel that something is wrong right now is still Carrot El, and the top priority is to get rid of him first!

"snort!"

Looking behind Carrot, facing Al who was trying his best to resist Frieza's attack, Gula slowly opened his hand:

"It's over, Carrot El!"

"stop!"

Seeing this, Paragas, who was being stepped on, suddenly shouted.

"Stop making so much noise, old man!"

Gula didn't even use much strength, he crushed Paragas into a pulp with his foot, and then he even felt that his feet were dirty, so he kicked his body aside.

"Tsk, disgusting."

With a very contemptuous cold snort, Gula condensed an energy bomb again, and when he was about to hit Carrot, something was suddenly thrown at his feet.

"Huh?"

Gula was stunned for a moment, because what was thrown at his feet was a head-like thing, which reminded him of the scene that Carrot used to disgust Frieza just now. What kind of hobby is this?

But the next second, his face darkened.

Because when the rolling head slowly stopped, Gula finally saw clearly that it was his father, King Kurd!

"What????"

Gula's eyes were almost spitting fire, and he raised his eyes and shot a death beam in the direction where the head was thrown.

"Boom!"

The explosion sounded, and a sturdy figure gradually emerged where the dust had dispersed.

At this time, Broly stared at Gula with cold eyes. He was wearing dirty white trousers, which were tattered, and the strong muscles on his upper body were explosively expanded.

The original red top cloth had been burned in the battle, leaving only the crown with the Mind Stone still shining.

There were a few traces of blood on the corners of his mouth and all over his body, but his eyes staring at Gula were as cold as a knife.

This wave, the extreme father exchange! !

"Saiyan Broly!"

He reported his name, and the angry words came out in the calmest tone. If it weren't for the Mind Stone's strengthening of him, he would have lost his mind and ran away.

But even the power of the Infinity Stones couldn't suppress the anger in his heart at this moment, let alone dispel the anger in his heart.

Broly would never give up unless he killed the man in front of him.

Gula was shocked at first, and when he heard the word Saiyan, a feeling of hatred suddenly filled his eyes.

"Again, you monkeys!"

The Frozen Demons have little regard for racial affection, but their bottom line for individual humiliation is extremely high.

To a certain extent, they are even more arrogant than the Saiyans.

"I really didn't expect that there is still a wild monkey wandering around!!"

Hearing this, Broly's eyes stayed on Paragas's body, and his hot iron fist clenched tighter and tighter.

After fighting with Kurd, he finally understood his father's brutal attitude and the humiliation he suffered on Planet Vegeta.