On the other side, the huge body of Mosco is suspended in the void at the junction of Universe 3 and Universe 7.
Mule sat in the spherical cockpit, tapping his fingers on the control panel several times anxiously. Finally, he gritted his teeth and reached out to press the direct communication button with Campari.
"Mr. Merus lost contact? When did it happen?" Campari's voice came out from the communicator, with the right tone.
There is a hint of surprise that you just learned the news, but it is not exaggerated enough to make people suspicious.
"Okay, Mr. Mule, please don't worry. I will use Angel search to check the current location and status of Mr. Merus for you. Angel's search range covers all twelve universes. As long as his life signal is still there, we will definitely find him."
After finishing speaking, Campari gently twirled Scepter in front of him, and the crystal ball on the head of the staff bloomed with a soft silver halo.
He lowered his eyebrows and stared at the light flowing inside the sphere, his lips slightly parted, as if he was silently interpreting some extremely complex information.
She did the whole process unhurriedly, with a calm and professional attitude, and perfectly interpreted the standard procedures that a Angel should have when assisting a God of Destruction in investigating missing persons.
The results of the investigation will come out soon...
To be precise, it was packaged with the words he had prepared at the right time.
"What did you say? He might have been involved in the turbulence of time and space? Are you sure you read that correctly?" Mule's voice boomed over the communicator.
"Sir Mule... You should have heard of the consequences of entering the space-time turbulence. First, once you are involved in the space-time turbulence, it is difficult to find the precise coordinates to return to the original time and space. The positions of those space-time cracks are constantly drifting. Even if you use Angel search to locate them, it will take an extremely long time. Time. Secondly, in the turbulence of time and space, the body and spirit of ordinary life forms will be affected by extremely severe distortions of time and space..." Campari said this and did not continue. The blank space at the end is enough for anyone who understands the basic common sense of turbulence of time and space to complete all the terrifying pictures on his own.
"How... how could this happen? He just went to Universe 7 to find a few Pride Troopers team members who had wandered. How could he get involved in the turbulence of time and space?" Mule felt that the sky above him collapsed without warning, crushing him along with all his hopes and luck.
"Sir Mule... My personal suggestion is that you can consider re-cultivating a son. Call your own backup genes from the gene pool to complete the cultivation and accelerated growth in vitro. Although the process will be longer, it is more realistic than waiting for a relative who may never be able to return." Campari used an extremely sincere and considerate tone to put forward a suggestion that was completely feasible technically but was explosive in terms of human ethics.
The other end of the communicator was silent for several seconds.
Mule opened his mouth, the muscles on his face twitched several times, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this sentence.
"Idiot... do you think God of Destruction reproduces offspring as casually as you Angel make dolls? I only have this one son! Starting from my father's generation, we Mule Family Each generation is a single transmission! You asked me to re-train one... Who will I find to train him!" Mule shouted angrily at the communicator, his voice bouncing back and forth several times in the narrow spherical cockpit of Mosco.
"Sorry, that was just a joke. It's really my fault for making inappropriate jokes at this time." Campari replied with a smile on his face, his tone still elegant and calm.
"How long has it been... and you are still kidding me! My son's life or death is unknown, and you are here discussing with me how to have another one!" Mule was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and even the fingers that controlled Mosco were trembling slightly.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger a little, and asked again, "Besides waiting, is there any other way?"
"Let me think about it..." Campari transferred Scepter to the other hand, tapped the staff a few times with his fingers, and frowned slightly, as if he was really thinking about some highly feasible rescue plan.
"I can't care about that much anymore... I'm going to go to Universe 7 myself now! I want to see with my own eyes what is going on in the place where Merus last disappeared, whether there are any traces of residual space-time cracks, and whether there are any energy clues that can be tracked!" Mule gritted his teeth and reached out to the control panel to snap a command to move forward at full speed.
"Okay, Master Mule! I wish you a safe journey." Campari did not offer any unnecessary persuasion, but calmly gave his farewell blessings.
Mule cut off the communication, grasped the control rod of Mosco with both hands, and poured Destruction Energy into the propulsion core of the body without reservation.
Mosco's pair of dark red electronic eyes suddenly brightened, and purple-red destructive flames exploded on the surface of the machine, turning the surrounding universe into a dark purple.
He no longer hesitated at all, and controlled the huge combat robot to turn into a purple-red stream of light that tore through the starry sky, and galloped in the direction of Universe 7 at the unique space-crossing speed of God of Destruction.
Three days later.
Planet King Cold 1.
The news that Cooler Planet 1 was completely destroyed, the speed of information transmission in the universe is far slower than the speed of light itself...
After all, the entire planet and all the garrisons on it were reduced to pieces, and no one alive could send out any form of distress signal or battle report.
It wasn't until the Frieza Force logistics department discovered that Cooler Planet 1's routine communications had been interrupted for several cycles, and no one on the planet could be contacted from any channel, that they finally realized something was wrong.
They sent a reconnaissance ship to conduct on-site investigation in the star field where Cooler Planet 1 is located. The reconnaissance ship only found a slowly spreading interstellar debris belt where the dark blue metallic planet should have been...
Cooler Planet 1 has completely disappeared from the universe, along with every building, spaceship and soldier on it.
The captain of the reconnaissance ship trembled and reported the discovery through the encrypted channel, and the news finally reached King Cold's throne room.
King Cold is the biological father of Frieza and Cooler.
His appearance is obviously similar to Frieza, but his height and body shape are much larger than Frieza's first form. He also has two thick curved horns on his head, and his skin shows a deep purple color that has accumulated over time.
He has maintained the appearance of the second form of the Frieza Clan all year round. That transformed form on him is not just a fighting posture, but more like a king's majesty integrated into his bones and blood.