Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1666 Super Assimilation Warrior Piccolo
Frieza looked down at Piccolo, who was badly injured but still refused to give in, his crimson eyes filled with a mixture of anger and admiration.

He was annoyed by the Namekian's stubbornness, yet he couldn't help but admire his unyielding pride.

Such a tough warrior was truly rare in his long career of conquest.

"It's such an unpleasant kind of stubbornness."

Frieza's cold voice held a hint of amusement, "But it is precisely this trait that makes you more interesting than most races in the universe."

He began to ponder how to get the warrior to talk, while secretly rejoicing that the Namekians did not seem to have fully explored the potential of their race.

If this race could fully master its own power, given their advanced combat capabilities, they would probably have already dominated the universe and become formidable rivals on his path to becoming an emperor.

Just then, a violent energy fluctuation erupted in the distant sky.

Captain Ginyu finally exhausted himself under the relentless onslaught of Namekian warriors, his massive body crashing down like a meteor, creating a deep crater in the scorched earth.

Frieza glanced at it, his brow furrowing involuntarily.

The complexity of this trip to Namek far exceeded his initial expectations.

Let's start communicating again.

Frieza's voice suddenly turned icy cold, each syllable carrying a chilling killing intent, "But this time, I'll set the rules."

He slowly raised his right hand, and dark purple energy began to gather in his palm, forming an ever-expanding sphere of light.

The energy was directed at a quiet Namekian village in the distance, where wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, indicating that there were still many residents.

Piccolo instinctively wanted to ignore the threat, but after assimilating Nair, he gained not only power, but also a deep bond with his fellow countrymen.

He could sense the energy fluctuations of every living being in the village, while the innocent villagers were completely unaware of the crisis.

Just then, a call echoed in Piccolo's mind.

The heavily wounded Namekian warriors pleaded with him telepathically: "Assimilate us, defeat Frieza..."

Bick hesitated.

Assimilation means that these warriors will forever lose themselves and become a part of him.

But looking at the energy ball in Frieza's hand, powerful enough to destroy the entire village, he knew he had no other choice.

The Namekian warriors seemed to sense his hesitation. They endured their pain, helped each other to their feet, and formed a circle by holding hands.

The lead warrior smiled with relief at Beck: "For the future of Namek, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Bick was deeply shaken.

He had always felt somewhat distant from Namek, but at this moment, the heroic act of these warriors sacrificing themselves made him feel a deep sense of identification.

Piccolo finally reached out and touched the nearest Namekian warrior.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the point of contact, spreading rapidly to all Namekians like a chain reaction.

Six warriors, each an assimilated from dozens of Namekians from six tribes, were successively integrated into Piccolo's body.

With each new experience he absorbed, Piccolo felt a surge of power as countless memories, emotions, and experiences flooded into his consciousness.

As the last warrior completed assimilation, Piccolo felt an unprecedented power awaken within him.

This power was so immense that he could not fully control it for a time, and the green flames leaked out uncontrollably, causing a change in the world.

The earth began to tremble, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the shockwaves formed by the energy fluctuations spread in all directions, even causing the distant mountains to tremble.

Startled by this sudden turn of events, Frieza withdrew his foot from Piccolo and turned to face the center of the energy burst.

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly: "Another Namekian? Where are the other injured Namekians?"

As the smoke cleared, Piccolo's figure gradually became clear. He hovered in mid-air, surrounded by a suffocating vortex of energy, his eyes gleaming with a wise and sharp light.

"Frieza!"

Bick's voice seemed to come from the heavens, carrying multiple echoes.

The next moment, Piccolo appeared in front of Frieza, moving so fast that even Frieza could only catch a fleeting afterimage.

"Nani?"

Frieza's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block.

Piccolo's powerful punch landed squarely on Frieza's abdomen.

The emperor's expression twisted instantly, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through three rocky mountains before barely coming to a stop.

"Are you okay?"

Piccolo reached out his hand to Piccolo, his voice calm yet carrying an unprecedented air of authority.

Although his appearance has not changed much, the energy field surrounding him distorts the air, and the wisdom and power in his eyes are far greater than before.

Piccolo struggled to sit up, coughing up a mouthful of purple blood: "...I'm not dead yet."

Looking at Piccolo, who had undergone a complete transformation, he felt the vast energy fluctuations that were as boundless as the heavens and the earth, and realized that Piccolo had far surpassed him at this moment.

In the distance, Frieza burst out of the ruins, his white armor cracked and a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Anger contorted his face; he had never been so humiliated since he began conquering the universe.

"You lowly creature!"

Frieza roared, gathering a destructive energy wave in his hands.

"go to hell!"

Piccolo calmly raised his hand, and a small, emerald-green energy ball spun in his palm, seemingly small but containing terrifying energy.

The moment the two energies collided, Frieza was horrified to find his energy wave being rapidly devoured.

Piccolo's energy blast overwhelmingly shattered the Emperor's attack, with all the explosive energy flowing back towards Frieza.

Amidst the deafening explosion, Frieza was consumed by his own energy, his body riddled with wounds and his white armor shattered.

He knelt on one knee, his breath coming in gasps of disbelief and shock.

Since he came of age, no one had ever been able to push him to such a point.

"Impossible... a mere Namekian..."

Frieza muttered to himself, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by resolve.

He slowly stood up, and his body began to undergo terrifying changes.

The muscles swelled up like balloons, and the bones made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Unlike the relatively elegant transformations of the past, this change was filled with pain and violence, as if some kind of imprisoned and terrifying force was forcibly breaking free of its restraints.

Compared to his previous forms, Frieza's third form is more visually striking, with his body expanding horizontally, sharp bone spurs protruding from his back, and his skin turning into a dark purple armor.

His face became unusually ferocious, revealing a pure sense of evil, strikingly similar to the alien creature in the famous science fiction film "Alien".

This form of Frieza possesses a power level exceeding 200 million, more than double that of his second form.

(End of this chapter)