"Of course." Toppo nodded.
"Did something happen?" he asked.
"Let's talk on the way," Son Gohan said.
"Give me a moment," Toppo said, going to put away the monster's corpse.
After all, the meat of this crablike beast was edible.
He had come both to eliminate the monster and to gather food.
As a God of Destruction Intern, he naturally had his own means of storing the monster in his personal dimensional space.
Once he had put the monster away, Marcarita took the two of them toward the mysterious spatial rift, following Toppo's directions.
On the way, Toppo asked again what exactly had happened.
Son Gohan gave him a rough account, leaving Toppo utterly dumbfounded.
Six vanished universes?
Gods of Destruction on the run?
And they might have escaped into the Dark Demon Realm through the spatial rift his team guarded?
This...
Toppo wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. "I don't know anything about this, and none of the others have mentioned it either. Maybe they didn't come through here?"
Please let that be the case! he silently prayed.
"Yes, let's hope so," Son Gohan said.
In mere moments, the three arrived.
It was a remote, barren planet without so much as a single plant, a completely useless dead planet.
But because the spatial rift leading to the Dark Demon Realm was here, Belmod and Toppo had refrained from destroying it.
At that moment, two members of the Pride Troopers were standing guard there.
Dyspo and Boon!
Both were taken aback when they saw Son Gohan and Marcarita arrive with Toppo.
They hurried forward to pay their respects.
One was their universe's Guide Angel, and the other was the strongest fighter in Universe 7.
Both were figures they could only look up to.
"No need for formalities." Marcarita waved