Dragon Ball: Special Sanctions Bells

Chapter 167 The Almighty Lord

In the shelter, most people are sitting or lying in groups of three or four.

Try to preserve your physical strength and reduce energy consumption.

Or maybe they don't have the strength to get up and walk at all, they are just waiting numbly for the end of their lives.

Yaqiluobei, who was originally fat and balled, also became thinner in the long-term food shortage.

With a lush beard and a samurai sword in his arms, although he is weak, there is still a sharp swordsman's sharpness in his eyes occasionally.

The sallow and emaciated Wu leaned against a corner, holding an AK47 tightly in her hand, which was her only reliance in this end of the world.

"Trunkes, you must succeed, everyone depends on you! Aunt Bulma, don't worry!"

Just as she was praying secretly, the entire refuge trembled slightly.

The sudden change made the shelter suddenly noisy.

"What's going on, is it crustal movement?"

In the monitoring room, a heavily armed man asked loudly.

"No, when we practiced the refuge, we carefully checked the geological conditions here, and there will be no crustal movement!"

A man with glasses and bloodshot eyes tapped on the keyboard with both hands.

A blurry picture appeared on the display screen, and there was a long list of various numbers.

He carefully looked at the content that appeared on the screen, and suddenly took a step back, as if he had lost all hope.

"Tony, what's the matter, Tony, are you talking?" the armed man asked loudly.

"It's over, the earth is over, human beings are over, the magnetic field energy is completely chaotic, the earth itself is completely unsuitable for life, we can only wait to die slowly in this shelter!"

Tony stared blankly at the numbers flashing on the display, and murmured.

"Impossible, no, how could this happen, no, I don't believe it, by the way, there is also Trunks, he must have a way, I will go to Wu, she has a way to contact Mr. Trunks!"

The armed man turned away from the control room and walked towards the hall where the refugees were concentrated.

Suddenly the shelter trembled, the panicked refugees staggered to and fro, and the armed men also swayed, trying to control their balance.

Then the shaking disappeared, and everyone looked up in panic, not knowing what happened.

In the control room, Tony continued typing on the keyboard, and more pictures and numbers appeared on the display.

Looking at the pattern on the display, Tony slowly opened his mouth.

"Oh my god!"

"The refuge is rising, what the hell is going on!"

Looking at the constantly changing numbers on the screen, Tony felt that all the science he had learned was so absurd.

Finally, a god-like man appeared on the screen.

He was floating in mid-air, with boiling magma under his feet, and lightning constantly falling around him.

But none of this seemed to affect him in the slightest.

Suddenly Tony noticed that the man on the screen turned his head slightly and smiled, his eyes seemed to see himself from the screen.

He opened and closed his mouth, and a magnetic voice appeared in Tony's ears.

"Don't worry, you are saved!"

While speaking, the man looked up, his brows were slightly frowned, then the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he stretched out his hands.

In an instant, the energy value on the display soared rapidly, and the man on the screen also rapidly grew in size.

It was quickly out of the screen's capture range, and in the end, all Tony saw from the screen was a large hand covering the sky and covering everything.

"Huh...huh...God, God...you have finally come to save your people...woo...woo...praise you, Almighty Lord!"

Tony, who admired science since he was a child and believed in science changing his destiny, knelt down piously on the ground, weeping, his forehead pressed tightly against the floor.

In the refugee hall, no one knew what had happened, only pairs of frightened eyes kept flickering.

"Wukong, Immortal Kalin, we will meet in another world soon, I'm sorry, I ate all the fairy beans, so everyone will die in the battle, this time, let me fight to the end!"

Yaqiluobei walked out of the crowd slowly, holding the scabbard tightly in his hand, a flash of relief flashed in his eyes, and then there was a sharp edge like a sharp blade.

"Dance, dance..."

"Captain, I'm here!" Wu struggled to walk to the side of the armed man.

"Wu, when can Mr. Trunks come back..."

……

Outside, Wang Quan held a shrunken model of the shelter in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, proud of his mastery of the laws of space.

Suddenly he frowned, and a shadowy voice appeared in his mind.

"Praise...beauty...thousand...Lord..."

The sound was intermittent and not very clear. Following this sound, a hidden connection emerged.

Wang Quan curiously followed this connection to explore the past, and then looked at the model in his hand with a strange smile on his face.

His eyes passed through the space and landed on one of the people the size of Mira.

"Hehehe, interesting, there is a believer who worships me. Do you think there are gods in the world of Dragon Ball?"

King Quan stopped paying attention to the model in his hand, and looked up at the battle between No. 18 and Zamasu in the sky.

in the time machine.

"My God, what did King Quan do?" Bulma hugged her daughter, her eyes widened.

"That's..." Future Trunks' eyes widened suddenly.

"Refuge, the last refuge, Noah's Ark, that's Noah's Ark, the people inside..." Elderly Bulma said tremblingly.

"Don't worry, he knows that everyone inside is fine." Big Bulma's eyes flickered, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Right?" The elderly Bulma turned to look at the other two girls-like selves.

She discovered that the two selves in parallel universes had an unusual relationship with that Quan.

The way they looked at 'Quan' was exactly the same as the way they looked at Wukong before.

She knew that that kind of look was not the look of nympho when facing Yamcha, nor the look of pity and admiration when looking at Vegeta.

That is unreserved trust, love without complaint or regret.

Thinking of this, she also looked curiously at the man floating in mid-air outside the time machine.

"It's amazing, the power can still be used like this, hahahaha, Vegeta, I thought of some fighting methods." Watching King Quan turn a huge underground building into a small model.

In particular, they can still feel that the breath of life in it has no effect at all. This way of using power makes Monkey King very addicted.

"Hmph, which woman is stronger!" Although Vegeta was curious about King Quan's actions, he still focused more on the battle between Sky 18 and Zamasu.

"Hey hey hey..."

……

"You lowly earthlings, how dare you hurt my precious divine body!"

Zamasu's face was twisted ferociously, and he turned around viciously.

"Lowly... human, I will let you taste the power of lowly human!"

There was a strong murderous look in No. 18's eyes.

This was the first time in so many years since she left Dr. Gallo's control that she wanted to kill.

"Heh heh heh, stupid earthlings, it was just a despicable surprise attack, you thought I would be defeated by you, but I am a noble god, a life completely different from yours!"

Zamasu stood up in the air, the huge torn wound on his chest disappeared in a blink of an eye as if time had flowed back, and even the blood on his body merged into his body.

"Hahahaha, have you seen it? This is the body of immortality. Only as a god can I have such a precious body, hahahaha..."

"Hmph, your immortal body, let me see if your immortal body can make you immortal!"

No. 18 snorted coldly, and instantly appeared beside Zamasu.

boom!

With a punch, the small white and tender fist, with terrifying power, slammed into Zamasu's chest heavily.

Zamasu crossed his arms to block No. 18's fist, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"It's useless... ah..."

An unbelievably powerful force slammed into Zamasu's arms.

Click!boom!

Zamasu's arms bent for an instant, and finally landed heavily on his chest.

Visible to the naked eye, his chest collapsed, and his body flew backwards like a meteor.

Zamasu flew hundreds of kilometers away before finally stopping his body.

His collapsed chest and twisted arms, although he had fully recovered, his expression was extremely gloomy.

Whoosh!

No. 18 spanned hundreds of kilometers in an instant, and appeared more than ten meters in front of Zamasu.

"My dear god, is human power okay?" No. 18 had a mocking smile on his face.

"Damn it! Lowly human, die!"

Zamasu exploded in an instant, with full combat power, and rushed to No. 18 with all his strength.

It's a pity that the absolute gap in combat power cannot be made up for by an outburst of anger. Although he obtained the body of the Monkey King Saiyan, he obviously did not inherit the aura of the protagonist of the Monkey King.

No. 18 turned slightly sideways, and avoided Zamasu's full attack.

At the moment when the two crossed each other, No. 18 suddenly waved his arms, and a sharp light flashed.

Pfft!

Blood splattered, and a scar with deep bone visible appeared on Zamasu's body.

"Is this such an expensive god? It's too weak!" Number 18 swung his arm, and the blood on his palm flew out instantly.

"Damn, damn you!"

The wound on Zamasu's body healed instantly, but the wound in his heart was even bigger.

"Damn me?"

Number 18 said softly.

The ten years of wanton destruction on the earth emerged in his mind, and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

But that trace of remorseful pain immediately turned into a happy smile, and finally turned into a look of determination.

She thought of the man who pulled her out of hell, her younger brother Rabos who was wandering in the universe and protecting animals, the three Bulma daughters who lived and played happily together, and the earth they protected again and again.

"No, it's you who deserves to die!"