The area below the main hall was not empty.
Familiar faces came into Turles ' view.
Son Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo.
On the other side were Android 17, Android 18, and that round Android 19.
Turles's gaze slowly swept across their faces.
The result was truly disheartening.
Good heavens, they're all key figures from the Planet Turles...
The entire Frieza Force... has fallen.
He looked around but didn't see Dr. Gero.
Did that old man escape?
Or is it already...?
"You've arrived a bit early..."
On the throne, the figure bearing Frieza's face straightened slightly and lowered the hand that had been supporting his chin.
He had a smile on his face.
"We just finished here and haven't had time to prepare a grand welcome ceremony for you yet!"
Upon hearing this, Turles slowly turned his gaze back to the throne.
He gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, his tone devoid of any emotion.
"So it was you... This is your masterpiece, isn't it?"
Turles ' voice was flat, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"I never imagined that even the King could be fooled by you... The heroes of the world are truly as numerous as carp crossing a river..."
These words caused " Frieza " on the throne to pause slightly.
He turned slightly to the side with interest, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his scarlet eyes.
"Oh? It sounds like you know me?"
Turles did not answer the question directly.
He simply spoke.
"In short, I can tell at a glance that you are not the king..."
These words immediately created a subtle atmosphere in the hall.
The smile on the face of the person on the throne froze.
He stared intently at Turles below, as if trying to read something from his face.
But Turles ' face was as calm as a bottomless ancient well.
After a brief silence.
Hahaha... Hahahahahaha!
With his laughter, the three eerie dark red lines on his face instantly burst forth with a sinister light.
The light grew brighter and brighter.
"Interesting! Absolutely interesting!"
" General Turles has a good eye."
He slowly straightened up.
He stretched out a hand and slowly stroked his cheek, as if admiring a captivating work of art.
"That's right, I'm not Frieza!"
"Indeed, someone as powerful as him, I really don't dare say I have any way of getting my hands on him under normal circumstances."
"But perhaps it was fate's favor! Amidst the chaos, I found an opportunity!"
"I am the embodiment of the Tuffle's hatred! You can call me Baby!"
" General Turles surely knows who our Tuffle hate, doesn't he?"
Turles certainly knew.
Another race wiped out by the Saiyan...
No wonder they have such a strong obsession with Saiyan...
If Turles ever got to meet King Vegeta, he'd really like to say "thank you" to him.
Why do those guys always manage to make him pay for the monsters they kill...?
Baby saw that Turles didn't answer, she laughed even louder.
He suddenly raised his hand and pointed heavily at his chest.
"The harm you Saiyan inflicted on us Tuffle back then..."
His voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"I've written it all down here!"
"I remember every single blood debt, every single scream!"
"You savage monkeys, you have taken our planet and slaughtered my people."
You have trampled the dignity of the Tuffle underfoot!
Turles continued to stare at him coldly.
The feud between the Tuffle and the Saiyan, these villains.
She came to this extraterrestrial demon to complain about her grievances, but she's come to the wrong person.
Baby's gaze slowly shifted to Turles.
A cruel pleasure gleamed in his eyes.
King Vegeta is dead, Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta, and the Saiyan have long been an endangered species in the universe.
"This is really bothering me."
Baby stood up from the throne.
He opened his arms, tilted his head back, and his voice echoed throughout the hall.
He suddenly lowered his head, his finger pointing downwards, directly at Turles.
" General Turles!"
"Now, it is up to you to pay off the debts of your people!"
"Today, you can't escape!"
Baby she talked.
He had even begun to fantasize about that scene, and his arrogant laughter rang out again.
"Killing you and then completely assimilating all the Saiyan here will finally put an end to this ancient feud!"
"After!"
"My Tuffle Force will replace Frieza and become the new rulers of this universe!"
"The entire universe will bow down before the Tuffle!"
Baby's shrill laughter echoed through the hall.
Turles stood still, his breathing rate unchanged.
He watched Baby, who was caught up in a frenzy, and found it utterly annoying.
Are you finished speaking?
Baby's laughter stopped abruptly.
Turles crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly.
He made no attempt to hide the contempt in his eyes.
"A very good plan."
"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in listening to your story."
Turles lowered his arms, his fingers slowly unfurling at his sides.
"And it certainly doesn't mean I'm paying off a debt for a bunch of wild monkeys I've never even met."
He took a step forward.
With just this one step, the gravity inside the hall suddenly increased dramatically.
Turles raised his eyelids, his pupils locking onto the person on the throne.
A chilling murderous intent emanated from him.
Don't worry.
"I will help you resolve the feud between you and the Saiyan."
"I'll send you to Hell so you can settle accounts with them yourself."
Upon hearing these words, Baby's fervor vanished completely.
He slowly lowered his arm.
His scarlet eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Hehe..."
With that cold laugh, the atmosphere in the hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Turles keenly sensed the changes in the surrounding airflow.
Several terrifying auras erupted simultaneously from his left and right sides, as well as behind him.
Son Goku, Piccolo, Vegeta.
There are also Android 17, Android 18, and Android 19.
They all burst forth with ever-expanding flames!
It rippled outwards!
They slowly approached Turles, forming an encirclement.
Baby sat back on the throne.
He shifted to a more comfortable position, resting his chin on one hand.
They looked down from their vantage point at the encirclement below.
"Then, General Turles."
Baby's tone was full of mockery.
How would you deal with a former subordinate?
He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne.
A malicious glint flashed in his eyes.
"Should we surrender, or kill them all?"
"How about we use this instead of this for today's welcoming ceremony?"
"Not bad, right?"
"There's nothing we can do, we Tuffle are as warm and hospitable as ever..."