From the Cooler Force's proactive attack to this point.
Without exception, all the battle reports Frieza received were accounts of defeats.
They were on the defensive the whole time, and what's worse, they couldn't hold on!
Planets were lost one after another.
This made Frieza completely lose his smile.
This made Zarbon and Dodoria afraid to submit any more reports to him.
This situation finally changed with a single battle report!
It's the Sixth Branch!
The general's territory.
Congratulations!
Zarbon and Dodoria were overjoyed.
It's a completely different world from other places!
It can be described as a graveyard for invaders.
They went and never returned; no one survived!
What's even more critical is that, while defending its own territory, the Sixth Branch still has surplus troops to extend its influence to the surrounding trapped star systems.
The difference is quite obvious!
Just as they expected, Frieza's mood finally improved after seeing this result.
However, just as things were starting to improve, another major crisis erupted at the front lines where Commander Sorbet was stationed.
They suffered defeat after defeat, retreating step by step.
Frieza is having a terrible headache right now.
The tail that usually thumped and flicked was now limp.
Just then Zarbon and Dodoria walked in happily.
Seeing their performance, Frieza's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation.
This looks like good news!
"How about it??"
"Has the Ginyu Force successfully taken control of the situation?"
Zarbon and Dodoria were taken aback by the question.
He then shook his head in denial.
Frieza frowned again.
Zarbon quickly explained, "Although the Ginyu Force suffered some setbacks, fortunately, the General's reinforcements arrived at the crucial moment!"
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Frieza instinctively sat up straight.
The hovering seats also straightened out.
Zarbon then reported the situation at the front to Frieza.
Frieza listened and nodded repeatedly.
This is Turles's doing again!
Frieza felt a mixture of relief and lingering fear.
If it weren't for Turles, wouldn't Frieza Force have been utterly destroyed?
Fortunately, the outcome is now positive.
At least he has capable subordinates...
As he pondered this, he subconsciously asked, "So, is Turles currently at the Sixth Branch or at the front lines?"
"No, the general said he had returned to headquarters."
"They're probably still on the road..."
Before Zarbon could finish speaking, the door to the room suddenly opened by itself.
I've arrived.
Turles appeared in the doorway.
"General!" Zarbon and Dodoria immediately turned around and bowed.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work. You can go ahead and get back to work." Turles waved his hand as he started walking.
Zarbon and Dodoria nodded in acknowledgment and respectfully withdrew.
After the two left, Frieza's hover chair came down from the observation platform.
"I was just about to inform you that I'd personally go to the front lines to oversee things. I'm also planning to go there myself. What do you think?"
Frieza had barely stepped down when Turles went up to the observation platform.
The former paused for a moment, then, still looking puzzled, manipulated the hovering seat back onto the stage.
"You should go now, Your Majesty."
"Oh? I thought you were going to persuade me to stay at headquarters," Frieza laughed.
"Ms. Berryblue's troops will be arriving at headquarters soon. You can leave this to her."
"The defeat at the front was too sudden. At this time, Your Majesty's personal visit will help stabilize the morale of the army," Turles stated his plan.
"Furthermore, this war is probably nearing its end."
Upon hearing this, Frieza pondered for a moment and then nodded.
"Hehehe, that's exactly what I think."
"This time it's all thanks to you, otherwise..." Frieza shook his head irritably.
"I can't believe those guys down there are such useless trash..."
"That's not how it is, Your Majesty!" Turles shook his head.
Then he looked down at Frieza.
"This defeat has little to do with our soldiers."
"We were too slow!"
"The rhythm is completely in the opponent's hands!"
"This isn't a spur-of-the-moment decision, King!"
Frieza's eyes narrowed.
He immediately understood what Turles meant.
A grim expression appeared on his face. "You mean, Cooler... was prepared all along?"
"That's right, he realized we've also entered a state of combat readiness, so he won't wait for us to be truly ready."
"This is my dereliction of duty. I didn't consider that Cooler had been planning this for a long time..." Turles, blaming himself.
Frieza, however, directed his anger at Cooler, shouting, "No! This is none of your business!"
"It seems my dear brother has long wanted to challenge my throne as the 'Emperor of the Universe'!"
"Hmph--What a good brother of mine!"
"Shall we set off now?"
"Yes, I'm here to pick you up." Turles pointed down from the observation deck.
The Turles can be seen on the helipad.
"What's going on? They've come to pick me up? What's the explanation?" Frieza also looked at the Turles, completely bewildered.
He himself has a spaceship.
"Traveling in my spaceship will be much faster. I've recruited some outstanding scientific talent, and this spaceship has been improved, especially in terms of the thrusters!"
"Oh?" Frieza was greatly shocked.
Are there really people like this?
"By the way, Turles, do you have some secret to discovering talent?"
"Oh! Your Majesty has discovered me! But that's not all. I'm not only good at discovering talent, I'm also good at cultivating talent!"
"It seems there really is such a thing!"
As they spoke, they both turned and walked out of the room at the same time.
Then he gave some instructions to Zarbon and Dodoria.
They headed towards where the Turles was waiting.
After we got there...
Some professional cleaners were finishing wiping the surfaces.
An octopus-faced alien with purple skin suppressed his excitement.
They walked toward Frieza and Turles.
"Your Majesty! General!"
"The spaceship's cleaning is complete!"
Frieza and Turles were both completely confused.
They didn't explain any related services.
However, the two still habitually returned a polite smile to the octopus head in front of them.
At that moment, Turles suddenly felt that the guy in front of him looked somewhat familiar.
"You've done a very good job. May I know your name?"
Upon hearing this, the octopus-headed man's breathing became rapid.
The general is asking his name!
What merit did he possess to deserve the general knowing his name?
"Don't be nervous, you're working very hard!"
"Conscientious people are the most respectable."
The octopus-headed creature excitedly knelt down on one knee.
"Thank you for the compliment, General! My name is Cui!"
Turles suddenly realized.
I finally remembered.
But isn't this guy always picking on Vegeta?
Why are you here cleaning the spaceship?
"Keep it up!"
Turles patted him on the shoulder.
Frieza, however, was pondering whether such actions should be encouraged.
He had always thought he was being very polite.
It seems that Turles is much more courteous and respectful to scholars than I am now!
Is this Turles ' secret to discovering talent?