Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 285 God, This is the True God
Spring went and autumn came, and before they knew it, Yamcha and Kanon had been on the Queen Island of Death for a whole year.

However, the two rarely met.

Garlon practiced all day long in the magma of the active volcano on Death Queen Island, while Yamcha lurked in the storage place of the dark armor and practiced with those dark armor.

The dark black and silver holy robe of the Immortal Warrior Seat was made by him.

Although he was only making holy clothes, as his proficiency in making holy clothes increased, Yamcha felt that his own little universe was growing at an incredible speed, even faster than regular training.

The difference between the two is like the difference between ordinary training and gravity chamber training in the Dragon Ball world.

So his enthusiasm for forging the holy garment rose again.

Death Queen Island.

The Dark Saints have been practicing day after day for several years.

The Dark Saints currently in service, like workers on an assembly line, all wear the same dark armor - Dark Phoenix.

This is the most easily recognized of all the dark armors.

Although the Dark Cloth is an informal Cloth, it has its own life. If one wants to wear it, one also needs to obtain the recognition of the Cloth.

It's not about love and justice, nor is it about protecting the earth and peace, but at least you have to prove that you are strong enough, otherwise the armor will not recognize you, even if it is an irregular dark armor.

Therefore, the Dark Saints who are not recognized by the Sanctuary are actually no less diligent in their training than the Sanctuary's candidate Saints.

However, even so, most of the Dark Saints can only become the most ordinary Dark Phoenix, let alone the Dark Dragon, Pegasus, and Fairy, who are extremely special among the Bronze Saint Cloths.

The Death Queen Island does not teach the Microcosm as systematically as in the Sanctuary. It even arranges bronze and silver Saints to teach. Most of the Dark Saints practice in a unified way, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate a Microcosm.

Not to mention escaping death, at least he managed to struggle back from the brink of death.

But sometimes hard work alone is not enough. These dark saints cannot reach the silver level even if they practice more, unless someone can teach them to change their fate.

After all, this group of people have only mastered their own small universe, and few of them understand the mysterious sixth sense at all.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, accompanied by bursts of terrifying thunder, as if the end of the world had come.

This is a sign before the rain of fire that often occurs on Death Queen Island.

"Retreat! Get out of here!"

Although the Dark Saint has already transcended the realm of mortals, he has not yet reached the point of fighting against nature. When encountering such a phenomenon, the first thing he does is to find a place to hide.

However, today was an unusual day. Before these dark phoenixes could take a few steps, an extremely large microcosm suddenly erupted in the center of Death Queen Island, as if a king had descended, extremely domineering, and instantly enveloped the entire Death Queen Island. In just a moment, the dark phoenixes were pinned to the ground, and they were unable to get up for a long time.

The same scene was happening on the other side of Death Queen Island. The astonishing microcosm pressed a tall man wearing a mask to half-kneel on the ground.

His gaze turned to the location of Xiao Yuzhou, and his face under the mask was full of horror.

"Is this microcosm a god? Only gods can possess such a powerful microcosm, right? ! "

The dark saints lying on the ground all thought that they had no ability to resist this small universe.

But they could not act, because the rain of fire from the sky would not wait.

A red light was faintly visible under the black clouds, and the flames mixed with fluid seemed to be about to penetrate the body, and the temperature around began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even those as strong as the Dark Saints could not resist the heat. Many of them had varying degrees of burning on their faces and hands, and could no longer bear it and let out painful howls.

They are just Dark Saints who are not even as good as Bronze Saints, have initially mastered the Microcosm, and are only slightly stronger than the miscellaneous soldiers of the Sanctuary.

At this moment, a figure emerged from the depths of the magma of the active volcano on Death Queen Island. He was completely bald except for his hair and eyebrows, without any clothes. He stood at the top of the volcano, proudly looking up at the sky. "Get lost!"

A thunderous roar sounded, and it was the master of that small universe.

That roar contained the power of the microcosm and was deafening. It was just a roar. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. The dark clouds that had originally condensed into something like substance gradually dissipated and finally disappeared into thin air, revealing the originally clear sky.

'God! It's the true God!'

The Dark Saints all knelt down in the direction of the man.

The Dark Saints worship power in their original way. Now seeing this scene and such a powerful existence, they naturally worship it first.

They believed they had encountered a god.
In a sense, that's true.

Because this man has a title - Demigod.

Garlon didn't even look at these Dark Saints. To him, these Dark Saints were no different from ordinary people, even the man who was in charge of guarding the Dark Saints on the Queen Island of Death.

After a year of practice, he felt that the small universe in his body had expanded several times.

Now he just wanted to shout loudly to express his inner joy.

There is nothing more gratifying than growing rapidly in strength.

The method of cultivating the microcosm in magma is truly amazing.

"Don't show off, come here as soon as you get out!"

Another voice that sounded in his heart instantly calmed Garlon's originally excited mood.

He immediately put away his small universe, crossed his hands and waved them, and the brass-colored scales immediately attached to his body, and he obediently went towards the location indicated by the voice.

Since it is a cultivation, it is impossible to practice while wearing scale clothes. The original clothes would have been completely swallowed by the magma long ago.

It was a long time after Garlon left that the Dark Saints recovered and climbed up from the ground one after another.

The Dark Phoenixes all looked at the most burly man among them.

"Chief, what should we do?"

The leader of the Dark Saints, who was also a dark madman, looked at the place where Garlon disappeared with a fanatical look on his face.

"Find this great being!"

"Become his subordinate!"

On the other side, Kanon, who was worshipped as a god by the Dark Saints, had already arrived at where Yamcha was.

"Commander-in-chief, here I come!"

Kanon said excitedly when he saw Yamcha, but the latter was too busy to pay attention to him and just waved his hand to signal him to stop making noise.

So the former immediately shut his mouth.

At this time, Yamcha was frowning and looking carefully at the two holy garments in front of him.

Two lifelike holy garments.

Two extremely special holy garments.

The Bronze Cloth of Pegasus and the Silver Cloth of Altarpiece!
(End of this chapter)