Dragon Ball Roshi

Connected mentally with the North King's spirit, Taro sensed the distant planet in the North Galaxy—Yardrat.

Whoosh.

The last tens of thousands of people on Magic planet vanished.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Frieza's spaceship landed on the ground with a loud boom, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Shh.

The spaceship's hatch opened.

Several warriors, dressed in the standard combat uniforms of Frieza's army, all wearing ring-shaped combat power detectors on their heads, formed two neat rows and flew out of the open hatch. They pressed buttons on their temples.

"Beep, beep, beep."

Electronic data flickered on the dark lenses of their detectors.

The two rows of warriors exchanged glances...

Soon, Frieza, sitting inside the spacecraft, slowly floated out. Seeing him emerge, the soldiers who had activated their combat power detectors had no choice but to repor. "Report, Lord Frieza. Something seems off…"

"What is it?" Frieza asked, sitting in his vehicle and lazily scanning the planet's surroundings, asking indifferently.

"All combat power readings on this planet… suddenly disappeared just now!" A warrior, standing closer to Frieza, double-checked the data on the combat power detector's lens before finally reporting.

"Oh? Disappeared completely?" Frieza raised an eyebrow, a rare look of amusement crossing his face. He gave a cold smile and said. "Probably a race with some special abilities... Hmph, just abilities evolved by weaklings in order to survive. Go search for them. Kill every single one of them without leaving a trace."

"Destroy everything... go wild." He said indifferently.

"Yes!" All the soldiers under his command answered loudly. Not only the first two rows of warriors who had flown out, but also more soldiers in combat uniforms began pouring out of the spaceship, bringing the total number of warriors to nearly a hundred.

These soldiers, used to invading other planets and wreaking havoc as part of Frieza's army, charged into the sky above Magic planet like locusts, scattering in all directions.

Boom boom boom...

Soon, the sound of explosions could be faintly heard from all around. These warriors generally had combat powers above a thousand. After all, if they were too weak, they wouldn't have had the opportunity to ride along in Frieza's spaceship.

"Hahaha! Stop hiding! Come out, you pathetic insects!"

"You should feel honored that Lord Frieza personally came to your planet! Die happily!"

Frieza's army soldiers wreaked havoc all over the continent, unleashing energy blasts that bombarded the earth. Countless forests caught fire, the land collapsed, the seas overturned, and hundreds of animals perished.

These habitual killers and destroyers had no patience to search for people slowly. Since Lord Frieza had said: "Destroy everything," they would simply destroy everything!

No matter where the insects on this planet had hidden, they would destroy everything. If they didn't want to die... in the end, they would all come out on their own. This way, it was much more efficient.

"Lord Frieza." a humanoid alien scientist in a white lab coat stepped out of the spaceship. He looked at the warriors disappearing in the distance, wreaking havoc, and hesitated before speaking to Frieza, "If the person who defeated the Captain of the Twins is on this planet... you should know, no one other than you could possibly be that person's match. Sending them out like this…"

Isn't this sending them to their deaths? The scientist didn't finish his sentence.

Frieza glanced back at him, his expression cold and emotionless. The gaze was so indifferent that it seemed to freeze the alien scientist's very soul.

"Are you... teaching me how to do things, Mr. Kurde?"

Frieza's purple lips moved slightly as he asked indifferently.

The alien scientist, Kurde as Frieza called him, broke into a cold sweat. His hands and feet went numb as he hurriedly said. "I would never dare…"

Frieza gave a soft hum and no longer looked at the man behind him. He sat in the vehicle and floated upwards.

Of course, Frieza knew what Kurde was talking about.

The Twins had given their hearts to him back then, essentially giving up their lives to receive one-tenth of his power, which equaled 10 million in combat power! Frieza believed that if he hadn't relied on the Twins' hearts, he would have had to transform into his perfect form to kill them.

It could be said that before the Twins were killed, Frieza always thought that no one in the entire universe had the power to kill them, except for himself. Even his father, who had long been injured and couldn't fully transform to release his true power, would find the fully-powered Twins quite troublesome.

Therefore, the one capable of killing the Twins was certainly not his incompetent subordinates.

But... precisely because of that, he chose to let his subordinates cause a massive ruckus, searching for people, killing, and destroying as much as possible to make noise.

Frieza was not interested in how the enemy had detected their arrival or how they had evaded the combat power detectors... those were abilities for the weak to study. If his incompetent subordinates hadn't needed them, Frieza wouldn't have even bothered with the combat power detectors—if you wanted to hide, and you could endure it, then let you hide and endure.

Frieza wanted to see how long they could hide and endure amidst such destruction.

And when they couldn't hold back anymore and came out...

"Heh…" Frieza extended his purple tongue, his eyes cold as he muttered to himself. "I hope you're a smart one... Otherwise, I'll have to kill you."

As for killing someone with a combat power of 10 million, would that be a loss?

Frieza didn't care.

He had never cared about how strong his subordinates were or how weak they were.

No matter how strong they were, they could never be stronger than him, and even if they were weak... with his skills, even if it were a Quirlo pig, he could make everyone fear that pig. They would shiver just by looking at it. That was him—Frieza. The terrifying, despair-inducing, powerful, and invincible emperor of the universe.

"By the way, Mr. Kurde, any news from my father recently?" Frieza asked as he floated in the air in his vehicle.

The alien scientist, Kurde, answered honestly, "King Cold is still the same, searching the universe for various biologists and genetic scientists... However, as of now, there hasn't been much progress in the research into King Kurde's injuries."

Frieza gave a slight nod, his expression cold.

Across the Magic planet, flames of war erupted everywhere, the sky and earth splitting apart.

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Around 400,000 citizens had been successfully relocated to the planet Yardrat in the North Galaxy.

When the first wave of people was transported, North Kai had already informed Taro about the extremely sparse population of native species on Yardrat. Hundreds of thousands of people quietly descended in areas far from where life forms were concentrated on the planet.

Taro and the Holy Mage flew into the sky, with the crimson Phoenix following closely behind.

"This is an alien world... the sky really is different," the Holy Mage said, gazing at the blue sky of Yardrat, which was as clear and blue as a large inverted sapphire, quite unlike the pale purple sky of the Magic planet.

"Ang—" the Phoenix let out a long cry. It didn't feel much, flapping its wings and soaring freely with the wind.

When it was still a small bird with seven colored feathers, it had followed Taro all over Earth, collecting Dragon Balls. It then went with him to the Underworld, crossed the Snake Way, descended into Hell, traveled to the Heavenly Kingdom with the fortune teller, and later followed Taro to Namek. Finally, it had arrived at the Magic Planet, and in its twilight years, it was reborn in the flames, transforming into the immortal bird.

Such an experience would be legendary for any bird, so when the immortal bird came to this unfamiliar world, it appeared quite calm, just like its master, Taro.

Taro glanced at the vast land below. The hundreds of thousands of people had scattered, gathering in several large regions across the vast plains. They were being guided by many mages who helped build simple shelters and distribute rations. Those who had arrived earlier were actively helping the newly arrived.

Thanks to Holy Mage Ivan, the people were generally proficient in spiritual cultivation. Among them, the mages were especially skilled. While they couldn't boast of mastery in all magic, they were deeply versed in spiritual and mental magic. Because of this, the people were not necessarily "good" or "just," but their hearts were undeniably pure. Under the spiritual guidance of the Holy Mage and other mages, the hundreds of thousands of people were well-organized and focused on their tasks.

"Let's go. After all, we came without notice... Let's meet the inhabitants of this place."

Taro reached out and grabbed the Holy Mage's shoulder, sensing the distant group of energy signatures. That's where the Yardrat people gathered.

The immortal bird, seemingly connected to Taro's thoughts, folded its wings and landed on his shoulder.

With a flash, the three of them vanished into the air.

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