"Reporting, sir!"
"Friendly ship signal detected ahead!"
"They're approaching us!"
Upon hearing the soldier's report, Amond's expression showed a hint of displeasure and confusion.
"Why are there still people approaching us!"
"Didn't we tell Sorbet to retreat completely?"
Before he could figure it out...
The spaceship was now much closer to them.
New information: the other side has also sent a landing signal to them.
The group arrived at the control room.
Fortunately, Cacao recognized the signal source immediately.
It's the Turles they used to spend every day with!
"Is that the boss?"
"Is he a general?"
In an instant, everyone's face showed an expression of "we're saved!"
"Quickly! Land on the target planet as instructed by the general!"
Then, on this nameless, desolate planet.
Frieza Force successfully reunited with their king and general.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"Greetings, General!"
Turles waved his hand casually.
Let them get up.
Then he looked up.
"They're really pressing hard!"
"You guys are really lucky to have survived this long!"
Upon hearing this, Frieza maneuvered his hover chair to Turles's side.
I looked up at the sky with curiosity.
Unfortunately, all he could see was a clear, cloudless sky.
What are you looking at?
"Your Majesty, I am not seeing, I am feeling!" Turles replied.
At this moment, Piccolo was also observing Frieza from behind.
This was his first meeting with this cosmic emperor.
The sense of oppression was undeniable!
That's the energy!
That's amazing!
Even compared to Cooler, who was always chasing after her, it seemed to be nothing special.
Is this the power of the universe?!
Piccolo's gaze then shifted to Turles.
So, Turles remained calm and composed even next to such a terrifying monster!
Is it due to greater power, or simply superior interpersonal skills?
Piccolo is more inclined to believe the former.
Although Turles usually kept his temper in check, the feeling he gave Piccolo was even more unfathomable!
Finally, the oppressive feeling from the pursuer behind them had transformed into a tangible visual shock.
That enormous silver planet, under everyone's watchful eyes, finally completely occupied the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of silver metal liquefied, like claws reaching out and clinging to the planet where Turles and his group were located.
Countless lines, thicker than mountains, intertwine and extend across the planet's surface.
The buildings above are like flesh and blood, capable of changing and generating at will.
Silver metallic constructs proliferated like cancer cells, rising from the ground to become spires and bridges piercing the sky, completely rewriting the planet's landscape.
The sunlight was completely blocked, and the whole world was plunged into an eerie twilight.
"Gurgle..."
Captain Ginyu swallowed hard.
He couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance in front of this monster.
Piccolo's expression was more solemn than ever before. He could vaguely sense that the life force of the desolate planet beneath his feet was being drained away by an invisible force.
Amond others instinctively gathered around Turles and Frieza.
At this time, only the protection of the king and the general could give them a sense of security.
"Boom--Rumble--!"
The entire planet began to tremble violently, as if a living thing had been pierced by thousands of steel needles, emitting painful cries.
At that moment, at the very top of all the metal constructs, atop the tallest central spire, countless silver liquids began to converge, writhe, and deform.
A magnificent, menacing throne, exuding the aura of absolute rulership, slowly took shape under the watchful eyes of everyone.
A figure quietly appeared on the throne.
With purple skin, white armor, and a cold, stern face, he bears a striking resemblance to Frieza.
He was taller, more imposing, and more intimidating Frieza.
He sat comfortably on the throne, resting his chin on one hand.
Looking down from above.
Turles frowned the moment he saw Cooler.
This isn't right!
Why isn't this Cooler Metal Cooler?
Since even Big Gete Star have appeared, shouldn't Cooler have modified himself?
"Hehehe, my brother, have you finally decided to crawl out of your turtle shell?"
Upon hearing this, Cooler, seated on his throne, smiled with a barely perceptible curve.
"My foolish brother, you always mistake noise for power."
"Have you forgotten that if it weren't for that monkey next to you, you might already be dead?"
"Is this the King Frieza who always acts like the emperor of the universe?"
Frieza's hovering chair slowly approached the towering silver wall.
"But I'm alive and well now, you must be disappointed, right?"
"And your life is about to begin its countdown."
"Really? Then, my brother, what makes you think my life is coming to an end?"
Cooler slowly rose from his throne.
His gaze was fixed on Frieza.
Frieza also raised his sinister gaze.
Their eyes met.
Turles retreated immediately.
At the same time, he waved to signal everyone else to move away.
This could easily escalate into fratricide.
Not everyone is destined to be in the front row.
Without any warning, Cooler above had vanished.
Frieza's hovering seat was now empty.
Everyone present instinctively tensed up, their eyes frantically scanning the empty space, trying to catch a glimpse of the two vanished figures.
d, of course, was also futile.
"Boom--!"
But the continuous sonic booms, like the drumbeats of doomsday, rang out indiscriminately from all directions!
Sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and sometimes in the deepest part of the sky above.
The sky seemed to have transformed into a giant drum, being pounded wildly by two invisible giant hands.
They became entangled at an impossibly fast pace.
Piccolo's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't detect the slightest thing.
This sense of loss made him subconsciously clench his teeth.
His gaze then fell upon Turles in front of him.
Turles stood quietly, arms crossed.
But his gaze kept shifting.
really!
He can see!
In the sky, the two brothers were locked in a fierce battle.
Frieza's knee was pressed firmly against Cooler's chest, while Cooler's elbow slammed into the back of Frieza's neck like a warhammer.
Frieza let out a muffled groan, his body involuntarily stiffening.
Cooler quickly seized the opening, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerting force, his legs wrapping around Frieza's neck like scissors, his body drawing a powerful arc in the air, slamming Frieza hard into a metal spire below!
"Boom!"
The silver spire snapped in two, unleashing a deafening roar.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Frieza's figure shot out like a cannonball.
With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it retaliated with a heavy headbutt on Cooler!
Turles shook his head.
Although the two sides seem evenly matched at the moment, Turles knows that the Great King... is too weak!
Without ever exercising.
This full-power attack isn't going to last long, Your Majesty!