Ball God Two

The seabed of the deep sea presented a strange blue-green hue.

Towering, giant luminous corals illuminated the entire temple plaza.

The water pressure was impossibly immense.

If a West City heavy armored vehicle were thrown here, it would be crushed into a sheet of metal as thin as a cicada's wing in an instant.

Krillin's water-repelling force field isolated them from the exaggerated external pressure.

Inside the field, everyone stood before the temple gates, facing the metal weapon that had just shed its mud.

Guardian of the Second Demon Realm, Ball God Two.

Piccolo's breathing rhythm was completely disrupted.

He stared intently at the robot's head.

A bare scalp, with thick, long tentacles extending from both sides.

Upturned, pointed ears, and black battle patterns distributed across its metallic cheeks.

Aside from a pair of somewhat superfluous demonic wings, this thing's design was essentially a mechanized, enlarged Namekian.

The bloodline of the ancient demons surged through Piccolo's veins.

He clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into the flesh of his palms, drawing a few drops of purple blood.

The proud Namek warrior experienced, for the first time in his life, the powerful Qi of his kin from another world.

Krillin stood at the front of the group.

His gaze passed over Ball God Two's cold metal face, locking directly onto the Two-Star Dragon Ball embedded in the groove on its chest.

The Martial Dao True God's senses spread unimpeded underwater.

Krillin sent a wisp of Qi, silently coiling around the robot's chassis.

A very peculiar energy circuit.

Krillin closed his eyes.

He followed the robot's external armor, analyzing it all the way to its core power source.

What pulsed within was not pure mechanical energy, but a special magical fluctuation.

The wavelength of this magical fluctuation brought Krillin a sense of