Expedition

"So do you think I should do business with him?" Frieza asked approachably.

Zarbon, with his elegant demeanor and a smile on his handsome face, said, "His Majesty often says he is a businessman. Since there is business to be done, as long as it doesn't harm the interests of the legion, it is only natural to do it."

Frieza laughed heartily, "Yes, that's what I meant too. Let's sell the spaceship to them then. Hmm, place an order with the Sephiria Force. Their spacecraft are second to none in the universe. I can make a fortune by reselling it."

"I will immediately discuss this with the Sephiria Force."

"Hehe, I'll do it myself. Speaking of which, it's been a while since I contacted my partner. Since cooperating with the Sephiria Force, my planet trading has become quite brisk. There are so many planets in the North Galaxy, it's just that they're quite far apart. It's a pity that the planets I sold to the wealthy can't be plundered a second time, otherwise it would have saved me a lot of time. Ah, what can I do? I'm a man of my word!"

Frieza smiled faintly, adhering to the principles of a businessman.

The planets sold must remain stable for a period of time. If they are quickly plundered again, his business will collapse. Merchants value integrity above all else. Hmm, in a few years, he can hire assassins to kill those wealthy people, then he can legitimately reap the rewards a second time.

"I will immediately connect you to the communications of the Sephiria Force." Zarbon smiled and ordered someone to fetch the Communicator, a dedicated device for the Sephiria Force and Frieza, with dedicated personnel on both ends.

Frieza quickly made contact with the Planet Sadala, where Roland and his group happened to be.

"Hey, Brother Roland, it's Frieza! Long time no see. I have a business deal to make... Yes, a client needs to order a large number of spaceships, and that's when I thought of you."

"Your Majesty, Frieza Legion has prepared a batch of spacecraft, which will arrive soon. They are the most advanced spaceships in the universe, and they are not much inferior to the spacecraft of the Galactic Patrol."

"Um."

Slug nodded grimly, a chilling glint in his eyes. "Once those spaceships arrive, they will accompany me to Sephiria Force. I will make those Saiyan pay the price."

"A mere Saiyan is no match for Your Majesty," the Pterosaur Subordinate said confidently.

Slug waved his hand, dismissing his confidants, and his gaze into the distance grew deep and unfathomable.

During this time, he was not idle either. He learned in detail about the rise of the Sephiria Force. He had to admit that Queen Sephi was a talented person. In just over ten years, she had built up such a large-scale force. Slug had to admire her for that. However, it was a pity that the queen had ultimately taken what she should not have taken.

Those who steal my fruits must pay with their lives.

A few days later, the flying machines that had been passed through Frieza Force finally came into Slug's hands. These were a batch of beetle-shaped flying machines, with five or six sharp protrusions all over the body like a carapace, and four supports at the bottom. The cabin could transport fifty or sixty people at a time.

This spaceship uses the most advanced power engine of the Lis Race, so even if it crosses the entire Galaxy, it won't take long, making it many times faster than Slug's original spaceship.

"Hahaha, I like this design. Carapace Spaceship. I don't know why, but I feel a strange sense of familiarity when I see them. They're powerful and imposing. Tell Mr. Frieza that I'm very satisfied with this deal." Slug looked at the Carapace Spaceship with satisfaction, liking them more and more as he looked at them.

Zarbon stood gracefully to the side and smiled, "I'm glad Mr. Slug is satisfied. Actually, we have planets of various sizes at our disposal. If you need anything, please feel free to ask. If you fancy any particular planet, you can also commission us to conquer it."

Slug pondered for a moment and said, "Not for now. I'll speak up if I need it in the future."

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

No need to see me out.

Slug said calmly, "Next, I can't wait to attack the Sephiria Force. I'll leave some of my men to guard the main camp. "Slug quickly led his army onto the Carapace Spaceship and headed towards the Planet Sadala.

At this moment, Roland was of course unaware that a Slug named Namekian was charging menacingly toward him.

At this time, he was still digesting the profound knowledge and experience that the Tree of Might had given him.

On a desolate planet not far from the Planet Sadala.

A cracked, sunken basin, littered with dried and cracked fragments of rock. Dark red flames burned from Roland and Sephiria's bodies, their energy crushing everything within a radius of hundreds of meters, creating numerous fissures. The tangled energy distorted even the light, sending dust billowing and tiny pebbles escaping gravity and suspending in mid-air.

It's important to know that both Roland and Sephiria possess terrifying power in their Mimicry forms, especially Roland. His normal power of 1.2 million is transformed into an astonishing 12 million combat power, which almost crushes everything. Compared to Roland, Sephiria's power is considerably inferior. Her normal combat power of 900,000 only reaches 4.5 million combat power in her Mimicry. However, precisely because of this significant difference in power, Sephiria actually gains more from each sparring session.

Such gains constantly motivated Sephiria, and in order to continue improving her combat power, she engaged in a fierce battle with Roland almost every day.

Today is no exception.

Under the scorching sun, the earth cracked open with rugged, winding fissures. Roland and Sephiria stood facing each other, their hair slightly tossed. Enveloped in a dark red aura of energy, the two resembled gods standing in the heavens, their every move carrying immense power.

They were all restraining their power; if they went all out, the barren planet beneath their feet simply couldn't withstand the violent force.

Bang bang bang.

Countless indistinct afterimages appeared on the mountain rocks and in mid-air. Roland and Sephiria were locked in battle, constantly appearing and disappearing.

Suddenly, a pale red light flashed in Sephiria's dark eyes, and her power surged. Seeing this, Roland seemed to be affected, and a light also flashed in his eyes, but unlike Sephiria's red light, Roland's light was golden.

Sephiria bit her lip, and soon she was panting heavily, with glistening beads of sweat dripping down her cheeks.

"Sephiria, how much has your power increased?" Roland dissipated his aura.

Sephiria recovered her strength, gathering her vast energy within her body. After briefly assessing her power, she said, "If I were to unleash my full power, it might approach 5 million combat strength."

"That means your normal combat power is already close to 1 million, very good." Roland said with a smile.

Sephiria pursed her lips, her face showing little joy at the increase in her combat power.

"I'm still far behind you. Even if I'm close in normal state, I'm far behind in Mimicry form." One is a 5x improvement, and the other is a 10x improvement. The gap between them will only widen. However, the arduous training she has been doing lately has made Sephiria feel very fulfilled.

"No rush, no rush. If you become Super Saiyan, I don't think the gap between us will be that big," Roland could only offer this consolation.

Sephiria rolled her eyes at him. "By the way, isn't today May 7th on Earth?"

"Yes, Tights said there's a grand event on Earth and invited us to go and watch it together." Roland nodded.

"Then let's go take a look." Sephiria tossed her hair, tied her dark hair back with a ribbon, leaving only a few strands to fall naturally down her chest.