Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1624 Killing the Dragon

The power emanating from that figure was so strong that every cell in his body screamed in awe and worship.

But at the same time, a deeper sense of shock and bewilderment, rooted in his blood yet utterly distorted by the scene before him, lingered in his eyes, impossible to dispel.

The father's image at this moment was unparalleled in power, yet... terrifyingly unfamiliar, as if he had become power itself, rather than the being that gave birth to him.

That icy will, that pure aura of destruction, made him feel an unprecedented loneliness and coldness.

The aftershocks of the maniacal laughter still echoed between heaven and earth, making the souls of Danbalin and Simbalu buzz and unable to calm down for a long time.

Piccolo slowly stopped laughing, but a cruel yet satisfied smile still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

He tilted his head slightly, and his narrow eyes, burning with an eerie flame, suddenly locked onto the enormous and majestic figure in the sky—the dragon that was about to dissipate and leave after fulfilling his wish.

The dragon's enormous body meandered among the clouds.

"Alright, your wish has been granted. See you next time."

Having completed its mission, it awaits its return to the Dragon Balls as a beam of light.

It exudes an aura of order, solemnity, and almost law-like grandeur.

However, this sacred aura seemed somewhat out of place, even fragile, in the face of Piccolo's pure, cold, and destructive evil pressure.

"Do you think you can leave peacefully after completing your mission?"

Bick's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a peculiar penetrating power, coldly cutting through the frozen air. Each word was like an icicle, smashing into the heart of every living being present.

"How ridiculously naive."

The dragon's movements stopped.

Its enormous head lowered slightly, and a hint of doubt and confusion seemed to appear in its eyes.

As a creation that grants wishes, its logic seems to lack the concept of "being attacked," especially by the summoner who has just granted its wishes.

Danbalin and Simbal looked up in alarm, staring at their king in bewilderment, a strong sense of unease rising within them.

The awe of the dragon was deeply ingrained; even for these demons, it was an incredibly great being.

Piccolo stretched his neck, making a sickening "crack" sound.

The power within his new body was like boiling magma, yearning to erupt, yearning for a test subject, yearning to declare to the world who the true master is!
What could better demonstrate his absolute power and his will to trample everything than destroying a sacred being that has just bestowed everything upon him, a being that symbolizes "creation" and "miracles"?
Unlike the sense of threat Piccolo felt when he was almost killed by Chiaotzu's wish in the original story, Piccolo's desire to kill Shenron now is simply to prove his power.

"You are nothing more than a tool."

Bick's voice was full of contempt.

"And a tool that has lost its usefulness..."

He slowly raised his right arm, his five fingers spread, aiming at the huge dragon head in the sky.

On the deep green palm, there was no dazzling light gathering, no violent energy flowing, only an extreme, restrained "force" gathering.

The surrounding space began to distort slightly around his palm, light was swallowed up, as if a miniature black hole had been born in his hand. "...The best fate is utter annihilation!"

Before he finished speaking, Bick's figure suddenly vanished from the spot!
It wasn't a visual residual from high-speed movement, but a terrifying speed that was almost instantaneous!

Not even a wisp of wind was stirred up!

The next second, he appeared out of thin air in front of the dragon's huge head, his tiny body forming a striking contrast with the dragon's mountain-like head.

For the first time, the dragon clearly saw this tiny figure that exuded an aura of infinite danger, and its pupils seemed to contract slightly due to the threat it instinctively sensed.

But it was too late.

"Die."

Bick's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

That seemingly ordinary palm, carrying an absolute power capable of shaking continental plates and shattering stars, was thrust out simply, directly, and brutally!

The target is the very center of the dragon's forehead, the most core and mysterious area!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only one extremely unsettling, dull, deafening sound—the sound of tearing apart some incredibly tough substance!
"Pfft——!"

Piccolo's arm plunged into the dragon's head, elbow-deep!
Those hard scales and sacred bones that could withstand the impact of a meteorite were as fragile as wet paper in the face of his newfound power!
"Awooo!!!"

A mournful cry, unlike any it had ever heard before, filled with extreme pain, shock, and disbelief, suddenly burst forth from the dragon's mouth!
This mournful cry was no longer the majestic roar of a dragon, but had turned into the pitiful howl of a dying beast, shaking the entire sky with its lament!
Its enormous body writhed wildly, its massive tail smashed a cliff, and the clouds were turned upside down!
Golden, shimmering, blood-like energy gushed from the horrific wound on its forehead, like a beautiful, poignant rain of light.

Piccolo hovered in the air, letting the sacred blood of light splatter onto his dark green skin, making a sizzling burning sound. He didn't care at all; instead, the cruel smile on his face became even more ferocious.

He relished the process of destruction, relished listening to the dying lament of a great being.

He suddenly exerted force with the arm that was inserted into the head of the god!

“Rip——!!!”

An even more terrifying sound rang out!

Amid the desperate and dazed gazes of Dambalin and Simbal, and the bewildered stares of the newborn, Piccolo Daimaō actually managed to tear a huge, penetrating wound through the dragon's massive head with sheer brute force!

The dragon's mournful cry abruptly ceased.

Its massive, wildly twisting body suddenly froze.

The brilliant light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, like a candle flame going out.

Immediately afterwards, its enormous body began to disintegrate from the torn wound!
It didn't dissipate into light, but rather shattered like a mountain that had been blown up!

It turned into countless dull, ash-like fragments, scattering across the sky!

The once sacred and majestic dragon, representing hope and miracles, is now like a shattered piece of porcelain, heading towards complete and physical annihilation!
A gray "rain of corpses" fell from the sky.

At the same time, the seven Dragon Balls seemed to sense the death of their original form, and simultaneously let out a final, faint wail. Their once incredibly hard surfaces, which shimmered with a star-like luster, instantly lost all their brilliance, turning gray and lifeless.

(End of this chapter)