As Jaco and Merus said, apocalyptic scenes are playing out simultaneously in every corner of the universe.
Countless vicious and wicked dead, with pale white halos above their heads, swarmed into the World of the Living like locusts.
Their eyes were filled with endless resentment towards the living. In some remote star systems with weak defenses, news of complete annihilation spread within just a few hours.
The entire universe's communication network was completely overwhelmed by the constant, desperate distress signals.
Planet Aixin, Patrol Security Bureau.
The piercing, high-pitched assembly alarm echoed through every corridor.
Captain Sam, his face ashen, led a group of solemn-looking senior patrol officers, rushing towards the central conference hall.
The heavy military boots pounded on the floor, making a dense and suppressed "tap-tap" sound that mingled with the alarm, making the air feel tense.
A Ding followed closely behind Sam, his once-childish face still betraying his unease.
He leaned closer to Sam, lowered his voice, and asked anxiously, "Uncle Sam, has something serious happened? This level of alert..."
Sam didn't turn around, but nodded solemnly, his pace not slowing down in the slightest.
"Hmm, but I don't know the specifics yet."
"This emergency meeting was personally convened by Commander Krillin. I heard this isn't just about Planet Aixin! In any case, everyone be on your guard!"
The head instructor personally convened the meeting?
It's not just about Planet Aixin?
A Ding subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.
Soon, a group of senior patrol officers arrived at the central conference room.
The conference room, which is usually quite spacious, now felt rather crowded, with everyone finding their seats and sitting upright.
Dozens of huge holographic projection screens on the surrounding walls flickered with a ghostly blue light.
On the screen, faces from different planets and different races, without exception, all wore an unprecedented solemnity.
These are all personnel from the patrol and security departments of other core planets, and they are all online.
Directly in front of the conference room, on the largest and clearest giant projection screen, Krillin's figure stood silently.
After all the division heads were seated, Krillin didn't waste any words.
The highest level of protective measures were immediately implemented.
Such a serious atmosphere caused all the security guards to instinctively tense up.
Krillin seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, but he didn't know how to ease it.
Or rather, at such times, any words that attempt to ease the tension are pale and powerless.
He took a deep breath, his voice becoming even heavier.
"In short, this enemy is no ordinary foe!"
"They are the dead who crawled out of Hell!"
"There can be no room for negligence!"
What?!
A dead person crawling out of Hell?!
What kind of development is this?
Doesn't the art style seem a bit off?
Even these self-proclaimed seasoned police officers, who considered themselves worldly-wise, could not suppress their shock at this moment.
However, after the brief shock came an even stronger resolve.
They are soldiers of Frieza Force! They are General Turles ' subordinates!
Whoever the enemy is, their duty is to utterly crush them!
"Yes!"
Everyone stood up in unison, chests out, right fists clenched and fists pounded on the legion badge on their left breasts, giving a standard military salute.
His voice was booming, resounding throughout the entire conference room.
"Understood, sir!"
The moment those impassioned words fell—
"Waaaaaah!!!"
A more piercing and ear-piercing attack alarm than the previous assembly alarm suddenly blared!
All types of Defender are on high alert!
Deep in space, two circular, single-soldier ships bearing the insignia of Frieza Force are speeding madly one after the other.
These are Son Goku and Vegeta!
These two Saiyan, once they learn that a fierce battle is about to take place, will definitely not let the other get the spoils alone.
Throughout the journey, Son Goku kept expressing his excitement to Vegeta through the internal communication channel.
Hey! Vegeta!
"How strong do you think this guy who escaped from Hell will be? Could there be some unparalleled masters we've never seen before?"
Before Vegeta could respond, there was only silence, clearly indicating that he wasn't going to listen to him. But halfway through his sentence, Son Goku's excitement suddenly froze.
He seemed to realize then that those wicked creatures crawling out of Hell might be wreaking havoc and slaughtering unarmed, innocent lives in every corner of the universe.
Son Goku's expression instantly turned anxious.
"Damn it! I need to hurry!"
"Can the spaceship go any faster?!"
Inside the other spaceship, the veins on Vegeta's forehead throbbed.
He had been closing his eyes, reliving every frame of his defeat at the hands of Son Goku, trying to replay the battle in his mind.
But he was annoyed by Kakarot's incessant, fly-like chatter.
"Shut up, Kakarot!"
Vegeta suddenly opened his eyes and growled into the communicator.
"Shut up!"
"No matter who comes, I will personally send them all back to Hell!"
He snorted coldly, and without hesitation, stretched out his finger and roughly cut off the communication channel.
The world is finally quiet.
Vegeta crossed his arms again, closed his eyes, and completely shut out Kakarot's irritating shouting.
at the same time.
The gaze shifts to the distant South Galaxy, to a remote planet called Konats.
This place boasts beautiful mountains and clear waters, with birds singing and flowers blooming, resembling a secluded paradise untouched by the world.
"Squeak--"
The door of a secluded wooden cabin built on the mountainside was slowly pushed open.
Tapion, who was slender, came out of the house and stood in the warm sunlight.
He looked up at the azure sky, but a hint of gloom involuntarily appeared in his clear eyes.
For some reason, a very bad premonition lingered in his mind, making him restless.
After sending Trunks and Son Goten, Turles sent him back to his home planet, which he hadn't seen for a thousand years.
Although time has passed and the dominant race here is no longer the Planet Konats people of a thousand years ago, the legend of the Phantom Majin Hirudegarn and the Tapion the Brave is still talked about with great interest.
He chose to settle here, listening to children singing ancient songs every day and watching the universe flourish under the new order, his heart gradually became peaceful.
He had thought he would continue living this peaceful life.
The sky seemed to have subtly changed!
as if!
It's like something's about to arrive!
As he pondered this, the sky gradually turned a dark red...