The distant South Galaxy, Planet Konats.
The sky was completely shrouded in a thick, viscous, dark red haze.
An oppressive atmosphere, like a solid block of lead, weighed heavily on the vast ancient ruins.
This place is less a relic and more a massive ruin.
Amidst the ruins, only a colossal statue, hundreds of meters tall, stands intact, overlooking this desolate land.
The Phantom Majin Hirudegarn.
A thousand years ago, Hoi and his clansmen, who believed in evil magic, gathered the power of their entire clan and poured endless evil energy into this statue, ultimately transforming a nonexistent legend into a physical demon god capable of destroying stars.
Since that disaster, no one has dared to worship Hirudegarn anymore, and it has become a forbidden place that no one dares to set foot in.
At that moment, a short, hunched figure silently emerged from the darkness.
He was completely wrapped in a tattered cloak, and the pale white halo of death above his head was particularly glaring against the dark red sky.
It was Hoi.
He seemed to be searching for something in the ruins, his withered fingers groping along the moss-covered stone slabs.
" Hoi!"
A clear, cold voice suddenly shattered the deathly silence.
Hoi's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed, and he turned his head in surprise.
At the edge of the ruins, Tapion stood silently, his expression solemn.
" Frieza Force warned me, and sure enough, you've been resurrected too!"
"Back here, what conspiracy is behind this?!"
His voice echoed across the empty ruins.
"Hey-hey..."
Hoi slowly turned his head, letting out a strange laugh that sounded like sandpaper scraping.
"So it's our hero!"
He looked Tapion up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised sarcasm.
"What's wrong? Have you come back to your hometown to retire? How pleasant!"
Tapion ignored his taunts and continued to stare intently at him.
The smile on Hoi's face froze instantly in the next second.
His features contorted in pain, and his voice turned incredibly cold.
"Your comfort seems to be built on my suffering!"
"Just you wait and see!"
"My and Hirudegarn's Revenge!"
The venomous words hadn't even finished.
A terrifyingly powerful black aura suddenly erupted from behind Hoi!
A shadowy figure, obscuring the sun, slowly appeared against the dark red sky!
The phantom let out a deafening, silent roar at Tapion!
Tapion's pupils suddenly contracted!
That phantom figure was none other than Phantom Majin Hirudegarn!
But what chilled him to the bone even more was that above Hirudegarn's enormous phantom was a pale white halo of death!
However, Hoi simply raised a withered hand and waved it casually at the raging phantom behind him.
"Don't get agitated, Hirudegarn."
"Now is not the time for you to make your move."
"Let's go."
A horrifying scene unfolded.
The raging Phantom Majin actually obeyed Hoi's command, its massive body transforming into wisps of black mist and dissipating into the air.
Hoi pulled down the hood of his cloak again, concealing his face, which was filled with resentment.
He didn't look at Tapion again, but turned and staggered toward the huge Hirudegarn statue.
He groped around on the massive, moss-covered pedestal of the statue for a moment.
"Click."
With a soft sound, a hidden door, perfectly matching the color of the surrounding stone walls, slowly opened.
Hoi walked inside without looking back.
Tapion's alarm bells rang in his mind, and he flashed forward, about to chase after them through the small door.
call out--!
A fierce, crescent-shaped blade of air suddenly tore through the air from the shadows on his side, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, directly blocking his path forward!
Tapion's pupils suddenly contracted!
He forced his body to turn, his toes carving a long furrow in the gravel before he could finally steady himself.
His gaze was fixed on the shadow from which the crescent-shaped blade of energy had just flown.
From the surrounding dark ruins, accompanied by a series of heavy and disordered footsteps, four figures slowly emerged.
The moment Tapion saw who it was, his heart sank.
Without exception, all four of them had a pale white halo of death above their heads.
The first person I looked at was Gokua swordsman from the Hera Clan whom I had fought before.
As soon as Gokua appeared, his gaze fell directly on Tapion's empty hands, and a cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey! What happened to our hero? He doesn't even have a sword anymore?"
He deliberately drew out his words.
"Looks like you really are enjoying your retirement! I'm so sorry to have disturbed the hero's peaceful life!"
As Gokua finished speaking, three other figures appeared one by one from different directions, slowly sealing off all of Tapion's escape routes.
A woman with long orange hair and a bewitching face, Zangya.
Bido, a burly, muscular, bald man.
There was also a man, short in stature, with sinister eyes and ten fingers like sharp claws, Bujin.
The four of them looked at Tapion with a mocking expression, as if they were scrutinizing prey with nowhere to escape.
Tapion broke out in a cold sweat, and a chill ran down his spine.
In recent years, he has never slackened in his spiritual practice.
In a one-on-one situation, he was not afraid of any of the four people in front of him.
Even... if he still had the Hero's Sword in his hand, he was confident he could easily defeat two opponents at once.
But reality is cruel.
There are four formidable enemies here, each a seasoned and desperate fugitive.
And the heroes are gone too...
At that moment, an even more oppressive voice suddenly rang out from the highest point of the ruins.
"You lot, you're still incorrigible."
"Didn't you say that things were ruined by the enemy's reinforcements because of your procrastination?"
"How?"
"What are you still rambling on about?"
Accompanied by this sound, a robust and burly figure slowly descended from the top of the enormous Hirudegarn statue at the highest point of the ruins.
Tapion suddenly looked up.
The moment he saw who it was, his heart, which had just sunk to the bottom, was completely enveloped by an even larger shadow.
That figure was completely different from the four warriors of the Hera Clan.
Surprisingly, there was no halo above his head, a symbol of the dead.
Upon seeing the newcomers, the four members of the Hera Clan, who had been arrogant and playful, instantly became serious.
"Lord Bojack!"
Bojack crossed his arms and slowly came to a stop.
He glanced at Tapion.
What are you waiting for?
"You can't expect me to do it myself, can you?"
Bojack's tone sounded slightly impatient.
"I think I don't need to emphasize Lord Hoi's orders any further!"