"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Mule let out a roar that almost shattered the bulkhead in the narrow spherical cockpit of Mosco.
He frantically operated on the control panel, typing several wrong commands with trembling fingers, and initiated the highest priority direct connection request for the God of Destruction channel.
It didn't take long for the communication to be connected.
The holographic screen flashed, and the somewhat lazy and impatient face of Universe 11 God of Destruction Belmod appeared.
Belmod was crossing his legs and holding a still-steaming unknown drink in his hand. He was probably forcibly pulled up from some leisure time to answer this call.
"Oh? Mule... Why did you remember to call me? Is there anything you can't talk about at the God of Destruction regular meeting?" Belmod's voice floated lazily from the other end of the screen.
"Belmod... My son Merus lost contact! The vital sign signal turned red! Didn't the two of them go out for training together? Do you know what happened?" Mule was so angry that he even threw away the respect he usually maintained for Belmod, and spoke in a tone like he was interrogating a suspect.
"What? Your son has lost contact... what does it have to do with me? I'm not his father." Belmod's round face suddenly sank, and his already small eyes narrowed into a thinner slit.
Mule's eyes twitched sharply, and he choked several times at Belmod's cold rhetorical question.
He took a deep breath and forced the anger that was about to burst back into his stomach.
Using his strength to confront Belmod is purely self-inflicted. His God of Destruction was inherited from his family's robot, and Belmod was punched by himself. The two of them are not on the same level as Combat Power alone.
"I mean... your intern God of Destruction Toppo, how is he now? Can you contact him? Merus went out with him, they should be in the same star field." Mule changed his wording to a slightly more polite word, and the trembling in his voice was barely suppressed.
"Is Toppo still good? He got my true inheritance. He punched out the position of captain Pride Troopers with one punch. In Universe 11, almost no one is his opponent." Belmod curled his lips, picked up the cup in his hand and took another sip.
"I remember... they told me before that they were going to Universe 7. Because several members of Pride Troopers got lost in the wormhole and were teleported to Universe 7, so they went to look for someone." Mule had gradually calmed down at this time, and his thinking started to work again.
"I did say that! Pride Troopers is a peacekeeping force established with my personal approval. The team leader lost contact and the captain led the team to find it. It makes sense." Belmod tapped his chin lightly with his finger, still somewhat impressed by this matter.
"You said... is it possible that Beerus guy is awake?" Mule's voice suddenly dropped very low, with a bit of uncontrollable fear in his tone.
"Impossible. It's not like you don't know that lazy cat, he sleeps for years... no, it's decades. How long has it been now? How could he wake up early?" Belmod chuckled, but still turned to Angel beside him. Marcarita waved, "Marcarita, help check if Beerus has woken up."
"Okay, Master Belmod." Marcarita gently raised Angel Scepter in his hand, and the light inside the crystal ball on the head of the staff flowed for a moment.
The answer came out almost instantly.
"Lord Beerus is still sleeping..." Marcarita turned the test results on the crystal ball to Belmod and gave the conclusion with a smile.
"Did you hear it now? Beerus didn't wake up at all. Universe 7 The only guy who can pose a threat to my apprentice is drooling and snoring." Belmod spread his hands and turned his face to the screen.
"Belmod... You'd better check how Toppo is doing now." Mule gritted his teeth and dropped this sentence, reaching out to cut off the communication on the control panel.
Mosco fell silent again in the cockpit.
Mule sat quietly in the spherical seat, staring unblinkingly at the holographic screen that continued to flash a dark red alarm, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
No.
We can't just sit here and wait for news.
I have to go to Universe 7 myself to find out what happened.
Meanwhile, God of Destruction Realm of Universe 11.
Belmod frowned, looked down at the communicator in his hand that had only a busy tone left, and was silent for several seconds.
Mule Although the last sentence just sounded unpleasant, that guy has never been a person who panics for no reason...
Since he is so nervous, it means there is indeed a reason to be nervous.
Belmod stretched out his finger and pressed the exclusive call button of Toppo on the communicator.
The standard God of Destruction channel direct signal is sent out, and then there is waiting...
Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute.
No response.
There was only a dead busy tone on the other end of the communicator, not even a prompt to automatically transfer to voicemail.
"What? Toppo really encountered something unexpected?" Belmod's brows furrowed even more tightly, and the carelessness on his face was replaced by obvious displeasure, "This idiot... go to Who else can Universe 7 lose to? Beerus has not woken up yet. Besides Beerus himself, is there any living creature in Universe 7 that can pose a substantial threat to an intern God of Destruction?"
An internship God of Destruction...
The direct disciples he Belmod trained personally, the use of God of Destruction power has reached the quasi-God of Destruction level...
How can someone beat him to death in Universe 7, who is sleeping in Beerus?
If this matter spreads out, where will his Belmod face go?
Belmod The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt, so I placed the cup heavily on the coffee table next to me.
"Marcarita... Check for me where Toppo is now. No matter where in Universe 7 he is, use your Scepter to bring up his current status and location! See if he is really dead." Belmod said through gritted teeth.
"Okay, Master Belmod, I'll check it right now." Marcarita gently turned Scepter in front of him, and the crystal ball on the head of the staff bloomed with a circle of soft light. Halo, Angel Power circulates silently inside the sphere, and begins to search for the life signal of Toppo across the entire universe with the unique information network of Angel.
Angel's search capabilities are indeed impressive.
Not long after, Marcarita clearly saw the final outcome of Toppo in the crystal ball...
In the sky above Cooler Planet 1, the photoelectricity emitted by a big pink fat man with his tentacles was turned into chocolate, and then the fat man stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.