Planet Yardrat.
As always, it was peaceful and serene.
Amidst the peculiar cluster of pointed-roof buildings, Yardratian, dressed in distinctive attire, strolled about, their faces beaming with peaceful smiles.
On a secluded open space.
Turles stood quietly with his hands behind his back.
Behind him were Son Goku, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and others.
A spaceship streaked across the sky and slowly landed in front of everyone.
The hatch slid open smoothly.
"Master!"
"And everyone else too!"
We're back!
Two childlike voices, filled with joy and exhaustion, came from inside the cabin.
Son Goku and Piccolo could see that the two children's auras had become much more refined.
Rapid progress.
If a solid foundation is laid, the progress that follows might be even more terrifying.
It has unlimited potential!
At the same time, Son Goku also noticed a stalker who seemed to be trying desperately to disappear from his sight.
Little did they know that this was merely burying their heads in the sand...
Turles also walked towards the two little ones.
"You did a great job, you didn't let me down."
"Mission successfully completed."
The moment they received their master's approval, Trunks and Son Goten, whose nerves had been on edge for over a month, finally relaxed completely.
My heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Turles then looked at Tapion behind him.
Slowly step forward.
The two looked at each other from a distance.
Time seemed to drag on endlessly...
When Turles came before him, Tapion vaguely felt that the restlessness within him had subsided somewhat.
Is this an illusion?
"You must be the hero Tapion?"
"I've heard your story. Legend has it that a thousand years ago, two heroes from the Planet Konats in the South Galaxy sealed away the evil phantom god Hirudegarn. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir hero."
Turles stopped and smiled.
Tapion paused for a moment, then nodded. "A hero... I am Tapion!"
A thousand years have passed, so it's not surprising that their story has been turned into legend...
Tapion nodded slightly. "Are you a general in Frieza Force?"
"That's right, my name is Turles!"
"We'll talk about what happens next later. Mr. Hero, you should go get treatment first. There are many skilled healers on Planet Yardrat."
In the spacious and bright reception hall.
The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
Tapion then began to tell everyone about what happened a thousand years ago.
After hearing this heavy story, a long silence fell over the reception room.
Trunks and Son Goten, the two little guys, had faces full of sympathy and indignation. They remembered their own future, which was destroyed by Cell, and felt the pain deeply.
In this oppressive atmosphere, an untimely voice suddenly rang out.
"Um, Mr. Hero."
Son Goku scratched his head, leaned forward slightly, and his pure eyes sparkled with undisguised curiosity and excitement.
" Phantom Majin, are you very strong?"
Tapion's body trembled violently, as if those words had once again dragged him back into the despairing memories of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Tapion shook his head bitterly, "The terror of the Phantom Majin... is hard to describe in words..."
"Mr. Son Goku, you can only understand these things when you face them yourself..."
Just then, Turles, who had been sitting silently in the main seat, slowly spoke.
"To be honest, Mr. Brave."
"Our Frieza Force will not stand idly by in the face of this potential threat that could cause terrible destruction to the universe at any moment."
Upon hearing this, Tapion looked at Turles.
With a grateful expression.
However, he still didn't look relaxed.
Although the other party is willing to help, how to help is still a problem.
If the Phantom Majin were so easy to deal with, the High Priest wouldn't have sealed it inside his own body in the first place...
He then clutched his chest tightly, his face once again filled with pain and worry.
The seal within the body is gradually weakening over time.
In the wilderness of the Planet Yardrat, where fierce winds howl.
Amidst the swirling yellow sand, two figures stood facing each other.
"Mr. Turles!"
Tapion's expression changed drastically upon hearing Turles's suggestion; his face was filled with disbelief, and he couldn't help but raise his voice.
"You mean... you want me to release Hirudegarn?!"
Turles put his hands behind his back and nodded calmly.
"That's right, Mr. Hero."
"I want to assess Hirudegarn's strength first before I can better find a way to counter him."
Tapion stared at Turles in disbelief.
This was the first time he had ever heard such a subversive request.
Actively release Hirudegarn?
He backed away repeatedly, as if looking at a madman.
"No! This is insane! You have no idea what that is!"
"Once released, it will be completely out of control! This planet will be destroyed instantly!"
"Mr. Hero, I know this sounds sudden."
Turles patiently guided him.
"But this is already the safest approach."
"Sooner or later, you'll completely lose control of that guy. Once he breaks free of the seal, things will only get worse if I'm not there."
Turles took a step forward, and the invisible pressure he exerted made Tapion instinctively take a step back.
"Right now, here, in front of me, everything is still under control."
Tapion's gaze lingered on Turles's composed face for a long time.
What kind of confidence is that?
It's absolute confidence in one's own strength!
Even when facing the legendary evil demon god, this man showed no fear whatsoever.
perhaps...
Once this thought takes hold, it can never be stopped.
Finally, Tapion gritted his teeth.
A compromise was made!
"Then, Mr. Turles!"
Are you ready?
Turles nodded slightly, seemingly unsurprised by the result.
He turned around and casually waved to Son Goku and the others not far behind him.
Son Goku wanted to say something.
" Kakarot!"
Turles deliberately emphasized his words.
Don't even think about joining in the fun, or I won't hesitate to send you flying first.
Speechless after being shut down by Turles's words, Son Goku could only scratch his head in frustration.
Without further hesitation, the group transformed into streaks of light and flew rapidly into the distance.
Tapion took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and placed the ancient longsword horizontally in front of his knees.
He closed his eyes.
The next moment, he abandoned all suppression of the evil power within him!
"Ugh--!"
Thick, black mist, like ink bursting from a dam, gushed wildly from his seven orifices and from the deep, bone-revealing sword wound on his chest!
The black mist was teeming with life, carrying pure evil and a destructive will; it twisted, swirled, and soared straight into the sky!
The once clear, cloudless sky of the Planet Yardrat was completely shrouded in endless black clouds within mere seconds.