The universe has once again fallen into unprecedented turmoil.
This time, it was even more intense and unexpected than when the serious criminals in the Milky Way escaped from prison.
Countless evil undead with pale white halos above their heads tore apart the barrier between the realms of Yin and Yang, spreading like a plague to every corner of the universe.
They appear unpredictably on any planet, making them impossible to defend against.
The communication channel was filled with desperate cries and piercing pleas for help, but soon these sounds would abruptly cease, replaced by a deathly silence.
The fragile peace order collapsed in an instant.
New Namek
At the summit of a towering cliff, Piccolo stood with his eyes closed.
A howling wind made the pure white cloak behind him flutter loudly.
He has been practicing here for quite some time.
Grand Elder Mulin inherited almost all of Planet Namek's ancient knowledge from the previous Grand Elder, including fragments about the " Ultimate Namekian ".
Although this knowledge is incomplete, it is already an invaluable guide for Piccolo.
He was unwilling to accept that he could only ever stand behind those Saiyan, watching their backs as he fought.
He needs to find a path that truly belongs to him, to the Namekian.
Whether you can do it or not, you have to try!
Not long ago, he had already received an urgent message from Son Goku.
The universe is in chaos, and yin and yang are out of balance.
The situation is urgent.
" Piccolo!"
Grand Elder Mulin's voice came from behind, interrupting Piccolo's thoughts.
Piccolo opened his eyes and turned around.
Grand Elder Mulin, Monaito, and Dende.
Several young Planet Namek were carefully holding seven Dragon Ball that shimmered with orange light, and respectfully placing them in front of him.
Piccolo's gaze fell on the Dragon Ball, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face.
" Piccolo... it's okay!"
Grand Elder Mulin stepped forward, his aged yet gentle face filled with determination.
" General Turles and Mr. Son Goku must desperately need your help right now!"
"This universe needs you to step forward!"
Moori looked at Piccolo, his tone filled with unquestionable trust.
"Don't worry about us, we're hard to find here, we can take care of ourselves."
Grand Elder Mulin's encouragement dispelled Piccolo's last remaining concerns.
He took a deep breath and stopped refusing.
"I see."
Piccolo nodded heavily to Grand Elder Mulin.
He told his people to step back, then stepped forward and began chanting a spell to summon the Eternal Dragon in the ancient Namekian Language.
"Come forth, Porunga! Grant my wish!"
The sky was swallowed up by endless darkness in an instant.
The seven Dragon Ball erupted with dazzling light, shooting into the sky and converging into a massive, divine silhouette against the pitch-black heavens.
The earth trembled, and the weather changed color.
The colossal, muscular god of wishes, Porunga, tore through the darkness and descended upon the world.
"Tell me your wish... Any wish, I can grant it for you... There are three in total..."
Porunga's majestic and grand voice echoed between heaven and earth.
Piccolo raised his head and looked directly at Porunga.
He almost blurted out that he wanted Porunga to send him directly to Planet Konats, to Son Goku's side.
But...
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.
if...
The enemies there are so powerful that even Son Goku and Vegeta combined couldn't defeat them.
What could he change by going?
Although his strength has improved by leaps and bounds and his confidence has also increased greatly during this period of training!
Even when facing Son Goku in his Super Saiyan 2 form, he was confident he could defeat him.
but...
Once you face a truly strong opponent!
That's not enough.
That's far from enough!
A bitter feeling spread through his heart.
He recalled his time on Old Planet Namek...
He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which had been somewhat hesitant, now shone with an unprecedented sharpness!
He gazed up at the Eternal Dragon Porunga, suspended in the sky...
As in any other place in the universe, the calamity of the returning dead also befell Planet Cereal.
This place was once reduced to ruins by the Saiyan invasion.
The planet was rebuilt after being sold to new aliens by the Heeters Group.
The planet, which had barely maintained peace under Frieza Force's new order, was once again shrouded in war and smoke.
However, unlike the previous conflict, this one occurred not far from Frieza Force's territory, allowing for timely intervention from Frieza Force peacekeeping forces!
They formed a standoff with the army of the dead at the edge of the flame-scorched ruins, minimizing the damage to the indigenous people.
Flames shot into the sky, and explosions echoed one after another.
On the edge of the city's ruins, dense beams of energy intertwine to form a web of death.
"Open fire! Suppress them! Cover the civilians' evacuation!"
A captain of the Cosmic Humans, dressed in Red Ribbon Security Company uniform, roared at the top of his lungs.
Behind him stood rows of neatly arranged, mass-produced " Defender " robots, gleaming with metallic luster.
These protective machines, designed by Dr. Gero himself, are faithfully performing their duties at this moment.
Their chest cores glowed, and the cannons on their arms continuously fired deadly beams, firmly keeping the army of the dead, who crawled out of Hell and roared as they charged forward, at bay.
Behind the Defender robot army, the panicked natives of Planet Cereal were frantically fleeing with their families toward the distant refuge.
A young Planet Cereal person mother, holding her crying baby tightly in her arms, couldn't help but glance back as she ran.
The steel defense line composed of robots appeared incredibly reliable in the firelight.
On the distant mountain peaks.
A cold wind howled, brushing against the four figures standing silently.
Elec, Jass, Maki, Oil.
The four siblings of the Heeters Family, who had long since turned to ashes on Planet Namek, are now standing here unharmed.
A halo of death hangs above their heads.
Elec looked down at the chaotic battlefield below, a sneer playing on his lips.
"Heh... that's really funny."
He slowly and deliberately straightened his collar, his tone flippant.
"Unexpectedly, more than thirty years later... Frieza Force has become the Defender of this place. It's truly a sad story..."
Not far behind the four siblings, on a withered tree, a bloated and obese figure was tightly bound by countless energy ropes that crackled with electricity.
The man had a rag stuffed in his mouth, and could only make muffled "ooh" sounds. His wrinkled face was filled with terror, and his body twisted and struggled wildly.
It was that omniscient man, " Zuno ".