The light that Granolah gathered at her fingertips did not falter in the slightest.
Pfft--!
A gaping hole suddenly appeared in Elec's face, which was contorted with extreme fear, between his eyebrows.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream before the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he fell straight backward.
The head of the Heeters Family, who once stirred up the winds of the universe, has returned to death once again, without a sound.
"Big... Big Brother!"
Oil, standing nearby, was terrified. Dragging his pierced body, he crawled backward on all fours, desperately trying to escape this grim reaper.
Granolah didn't even glance at him.
A slight twitch of the fingertips.
Another beam of light caught up with the disheveled figure and instantly vaporized it.
With a gust of wind, it vanished without a trace.
In the pool of blood, only Jass remained, his limbs completely destroyed, twitching like a lump of mud.
Granolah walked up to him step by step, looking down at the former "number one in the universe".
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips pointing at Jass's head.
"It's over."
A flash of light.
The once invincible Heeters Family, which struck fear into the hearts of countless powerful individuals, met its demise amidst the bloodshed and scorched earth of their homeland.
call--
A fierce wind howled across the mountaintop, stirring up acrid smoke and the stench of blood.
Granolah withdrew her hand, looking at her enemy who had turned to ashes. Her body, which had been tense with hatred, finally relaxed a little.
He slowly raised his head, letting the cold wind caress his face, and looked up at the gray, sunless sky.
It's empty.
Decades of obsession and pursuit have vanished into nothingness in this moment.
"Mother..."
"I've avenged you..."
Granolah murmured softly, her voice hoarse in the wind, with a barely perceptible tremor.
The heavy shackles that had bound him for decades finally shattered and fell away at this moment.
He closed his eyes and stood quietly for a moment.
When I opened my eyes again, those complex and vulnerable emotions in them had been concealed once more.
He turned his head, his icy gaze sweeping over the Omniscient Zuno, who was bound to the ground by energy ropes and had already collapsed in fear.
The tangible pressure made Zuno tremble violently.
"I... I... I was captured by them!"
Zuno shook his enormous head like a rattle-drum, pleading frantically and incoherently with a sob in his voice.
"I'm not with them! Please, don't kill me!"
Granolah ignored his wails.
He glanced at Zuno for a moment, then vanished silently in a gentle breeze.
All that was left was Zuno, who lay limp on the ground, gasping for breath, having survived the ordeal.
Planet Cereal, the bustling capital.
At this moment, this place has long since been transformed into a brutal battlefield.
Countless hideous and twisted undead surged wildly from the rifts of Hell, wreaking havoc on everything in the city.
Skyscrapers are collapsing, the earth is burning.
The desperate screams of civilians and the piercing howls of the dead intertwined to create a tragic elegy for the end of the world.
However, amidst this chaos and destruction, figures in uniform formed a fragile yet sturdy defensive line.
They are the peacekeeping force of Frieza Force.
Using energy guns and their own flesh and blood, they stood firmly in front of the fleeing civilians, refusing to retreat an inch.
"Quickly! Cover the civilians' evacuation to the underground shelters!"
A peacekeeping force captain, his Battle Suit stained red with blood, was frantically firing an energy gun while shouting at the top of his lungs.
Just then, a gigantic undead warrior roared as it broke through the barrage of fire and punched the trembling mother and daughter behind it!
"Careful!"
The captain's pupils contracted sharply, and without hesitation, he leaped forward, using his back to take the brunt of the powerful punch that was enough to shatter armor!
puff--!
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and was knocked to the ground, the sound of his sternum breaking clearly audible.
But he did not fall.
He clung tightly to the undead warrior's thick thigh, and with the last of his strength, let out a final roar at the terrified mother and daughter.
"Run! Run!"
The undead warrior raised his other fist, aiming it at the captain's head.
At that critical moment, a beam of light killed the undead warrior!
The figure appeared silently on the top floor of a towering building.
The wind whipped his long, pure white scarf as he looked down at the fierce street battle raging below, taking in everything.
It was Granolah.
His feelings were more complicated than ever before.
" Oatmeel..."
He looked at the auxiliary sight for his right eye and spoke in a low voice.
"Can you imagine? One day, we'll be on Frieza Force's side."
The hatred rooted deep in his soul clashed violently with the sight of these soldiers risking their lives to save others.
"This is not your problem, Granolah."
Oatmeel's mechanical voice rang in his ears, seemingly trying to soothe his master's emotions.
"Objective data shows that Frieza Force here is protecting the people of the universe."
Even if you intervene, you're not helping Frieza Force; you're just protecting others.
Oatmeel continued his analysis, trying to untangle the awkward knot in his master's heart.
"But..."
Granolah hesitated, his eyes dimming as he looked down at the terrified inhabitants of Planet Cereal.
"The people living on Planet Cereal now are not my people..."
His fists clenched slightly, and a hint of painful struggle flashed in his eyes.
" The Saiyan killed my people, Heeters sold the planet to them... Should I... should I really help them?"
The sorrow of his homeland being usurped, and the complex feelings he had for these current inhabitants, became the biggest obstacle to his intervention.
Oatmeel remained silent for a moment.
Then, it calmly stated, "Objectively speaking, they were simply aliens who had lost their home planet... It wasn't that they chose Planet Cereal, but rather that the Heeters chose them as clients..."
"You once told me that you didn't hate them..."
Oatmeel's words hit the nail on the head.
Upon hearing this, Granolah gave a bitter smile, and her clenched fist slowly loosened.
"Yes..."
"Perhaps it's because I'm still stubbornly searching for someone to perpetuate my hatred..."
Granolah's eyes suddenly narrowed, flashing with an extremely sharp light!
He brought his two fingers together again, and his right eye, Oatmeel, flashed a blinding red light, instantly locking onto all inanimate objects in the city!
Countless scarlet rays, like a rain of doomsday judgment, shot out from the top of the skyscraper!
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Those rays hit their mark every time, piercing through all the undead in the street with unbelievable precision!
The army of the dead, which was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws just a second ago, was reduced to ashes in the next instant.
The entire city fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
The captain opened his eyes in astonishment. The peacekeeping soldiers who had survived the ordeal, as well as the still-shaken civilians, all looked up in shock at the tallest building.
On the edge of the rooftop, a green-haired figure wearing a long white scarf stood silently, overlooking the entire city.
He looked up and gazed into the distance.
"Regardless of the circumstances... in the end, Frieza and I still have to settle things..."