Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 620 The Great Western Territory Has Become the Great Western Kingdom
On the boundless desert plain, the Conqueror King stood on a chariot pulled by a divine ox, behind him were silent and elite soldiers who had always chosen to follow him, both now and in the past.

"Mass teleportation?"

Broly looked around at the drastically changed scenery with some surprise and subconsciously asked a question.

"It's not teleportation; this is a bounded field. It should be a Noble Phantasm formed from the other party's mental image. But it's really surprising that they even have a Noble Phantasm like this?"

Medea explained to Broly, she was also somewhat surprised.

The vast army of Heroic Spirits opposite her, even if they were all Heroic Spirits without Noble Phantasms, could overwhelm her simply by sheer numbers.

Unless she is given the golden parchment scroll that can summon dragons, and a place that can provide enough magic to continuously summon dragons, she will not be able to compete with Iskandar, who has summoned an entire army of heroic spirits.

"Hahaha, of course there is, but this is not a Noble Phantasm formed from my own thoughts. Rather, it is a Noble Phantasm formed together with countless soldiers who have followed me and were willing to trust me. The King's Army is proof of the bond between me and my soldiers!"

Medea glanced at Broly. Her Master had said that Broly was extremely powerful, and even the Counter Force would react to him, but since she had never seen him in person, the betraying witch was inevitably curious.

But she didn't say anything. Instead, she turned to look at Hercules, who had rushed into the room and been brought into this enchanted realm as the King's army was deployed, and asked, "Do you have a way to defeat such a conqueror king?"

Hercules glanced at her first, then at the Conqueror King, before nodding and replying, "Yes, as long as you take his head from among the enemy troops."

For him, doing this was not difficult; he didn't even need to charge into the enemy lines. He could simply take out his Noble Phantasm, Shoot Down a Hundred Heads, and throw it at Iskandar.

Ordinary shields and the bodies of heroic soldiers cannot withstand this attack, which can even destroy the Hydra.

If only he weren't surnamed Guan anymore, otherwise, perhaps someone would have said, "A scoundrel who sells his head for a pittance."

"If you don't want to fight him, I can do it for you."

Archer Berserker looked at Broly. Although he knew the boy should be strong, the boy's appearance still made him feel that the fighting should be done by him.

"No, no need. I'm not interested in an opponent that can be easily defeated, but if there are enough opponents, I don't mind doing some post-meal exercise to aid digestion and practice some of my Qi-intercepting fist techniques, which I haven't practiced in a long time."

Broly waved his hand in refusal. If it were just the King of Conquerors alone, he wouldn't be interested. But if it were the vast army of Heroic Spirits in front of him, he would be interested in practicing the Qi-Intercepting Fist, a skill that required technique.

"Go, Broly!"

Sakura cheered him on.

"Wait, Broly, you're not thinking of dropping one of those energy blasts here that could destroy an entire area if it falls, are you?"

Rin Tohsaka hurriedly asked, "What if my boy accidentally breaks this Reality Marble? The aftershocks of the energy blast could blow up the Emiya mansion."

"No, this is just practicing boxing techniques, not a life-or-death battle. I have no need to take those people's lives."

Broly quickly shook his head; he had no intention of using any of his energy blast techniques.

"Ah, so you're planning to fight bare-handed? Or how about we ask that bearded guy over there to give you a sword?"

Fujimura Taiga knew that the boy was very skilled in swordsmanship, and she felt that Iskandar should at least give Broly a set of weapons.

"Ah, Fujimura-nee, isn't it a bit too difficult to wield a sword?"

Even Broly felt that it would be difficult to avoid taking the lives of his opponents, who out in a sparring match with so many people, since if he wasn't careful and his hand slipped, he might end up killing some people.

"what?!"

Fujimura Taiga had something to say but didn't know how to express it. He always felt that what Broly said and what he thought were on two different levels.

"Alright, since you think it's simpler not to use weapons..."

Broly stretched his body slightly, then looked towards Iskandar in the distance and asked, "I'm ready, are you?"

"We've been prepared for this for a long time, come on!"

The Conqueror King responded loudly.

"Then, I'll start."

Broly ran forward at a normal pace for a distance, and when he felt he had widened the distance between himself and his wives behind him, he suddenly accelerated like a shot arrow, rushing towards the opposing army. However, he was not fast enough to catch the enemy off guard, but rather kept his speed within a range that was not too aggressive.

"Archery!"

A hail of arrows quickly fell on the yellow sand area where Broly was located. Although he could have ignored them, Broly kicked up sand, deflecting most of the arrows as a sign of respect for the attack by the army there.

"phalanx!"

Seeing that the arrows were ineffective, the Conqueror King quickly issued a new order: the regular soldiers swiftly stepped forward, armed with round shields and spears over ten feet long, forming a Macedonian phalanx, awaiting the Saiyan charge.

Although the opponent was just one person, none of the Heroic Spirits would underestimate an opponent who was valued by their own king.

"Bang~"

Broly leaped up as soon as she reached the formation, her petite figure soaring high over the outer defenses and landing inside the legion.

Before the lightly armed infantrymen around him could react and thrust their short spears at him, Broly delivered a precise, intercepting punch to their forehead.

With his brain blocked, the light infantryman didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground and losing consciousness.

"Spread out! Cavalry, prepare to charge and intercept!"

As Broly moved like a ghost, wreaking havoc among the infantry, the Conqueror King immediately ordered his legions to respond.

The outer infantry quickly dispersed, while the cavalry charged from left to right, along with the light infantry who were trying to entangle Broly.

War is never a game without death. Therefore, sacrificing a small number of your own men to delay the enemy, thereby allowing the others to launch a more effective attack, is also a tactical success.

However, before the cavalry could charge, Broly had already set his sights on them. He charged towards a group of cavalrymen, unleashing a barrage of punches and finger strikes as if they were free. After passing the charging cavalrymen, horses and riders fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Iskandar's lips twitched.

Ten years ago, when the Knight King Artoria used the Sword of Victory to break through the cavalry charge of his legion, he didn't even feel impressed.

But this was truly a divine being; the scene of hundreds of cavalrymen and their horses falling into a deep sleep and collapsing on the battlefield was simply spectacular.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour, and finally Iskandar took the initiative to withdraw the Realm of the King's Army and bowed his head in defeat to the Saiyan boy, thus ending the battle.

"Aren't you going to stop playing?" "No, we're not playing anymore. If we keep going, it'll just be the same result. We can't win, we can't win at all. You're ridiculously strong."

If Iskandar had to describe Broly's strength in one sentence, it would probably be the strength of "stepping on ants without harming them."

He and his army were like ants that had been stepped on, and the enemy's refusal to kill was more terrifying than killing, which meant that the enemy had always been able to control their strength at will when fighting them.

Two equally matched opponents will fight with all their might and be unable to hold back, but what about a fight between an adult and a child?
During his battle with Broly, Iskandar felt that he and his army were probably no better than children, perhaps just babies waiting to be put to sleep in the opponent's arms, who could give them a peaceful sleep with a single punch.

"Alright, as long as you're satisfied."

Broly was also satisfied with this unparalleled mowing-down-the-grass training session. After all, since he created the Intercepting Qi Fist based on the Finger Acupoint Fist, he had never made so many training subjects lose their fighting ability in a single training session.

"Thanks to you for taking care of that Hero King guy ten years ago, I got a huge advantage!"

After thanking him, Iskandar left with Waver (the Queen), who had been worried about him.

"Could you also have a match with me?"

Hercules, however, after witnessing his battle, also came to inquire about such matters.

Of course, Hercules was not warlike by nature; it was just that as a fellow warrior, he was somewhat eager to face a powerful opponent.

"That's no problem. Shall we fight here now?"

“Hey, this won’t work. Hercules doesn’t have a Reality Marble.”

Rin Tohsaka stopped the boy and the Heroic Spirit from continuing their sparring, postponing the exchange of combat skills until noon the next day, when everyone went to the abandoned castle owned by the Einzbern family near Fuyuki City to continue the sparring.

Well, with picnic blankets and food, they sat on the upper floor of the castle as if they were camping, eating while watching the two people, one big and one small, competing in pure combat skills in the castle courtyard below.

"Your aggressive and wide-ranging style of play reminds me of an old friend."

"Who?"

"Marta, an otherworldly demon warrior you don't know, and like you, he has a fighting style that is both bold and skillful."

As Broly answered, he dodged Hercules' kick, but the statue behind him wasn't so lucky; it was smashed to pieces by the Archer-class Hercules.

How should I put it? Apart from his poor physical stats (compared to Saiyans), his other attributes, such as combat awareness and fighting skills, were among the best Broly had ever seen and fought.

Some might think that in a world with a significant difference in power levels, combat skills wouldn't be very advanced. However, sometimes the opposite is true. In worlds with significant differences in power levels, people might actually focus on refining their combat techniques.

Hercules' teacher was Chiron, and his opponents in the Twelve Trials were mostly beasts, which fostered his rather unrestrained fighting style.

The outcome of the sparring match was predictable: Hercules couldn't touch Broly's body at all; on the contrary, Broly kicked him in vital areas several times.

Of course, it wasn't with much force; it was just a gesture indicating, "I can hit you here." And later on, Hercules stopped on his own initiative.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to continue sparring?"

“You attacked my vital points twelve times. If it were a real life-or-death battle, I would probably have been killed by you twelve times by now. I have lost.”

Hercules, however, showed no sign of disappointment. He had never had any particular interest in the Holy Grail, but now he had a new goal in life.

"If possible, I hope we can have another match next time we meet."

He needs to live in the present world, hone his martial arts skills, and then continue to challenge the boy, this mountain of combat skills.

"no problem."

Broly did not refuse; when it comes to combat skills, having an opponent to chase is better than having one not.

Every time he went to the Six-Sided World, he would inevitably have a sparring match with the Dragon God.

Now, in the Type-Moon world, there's just one more opponent to exchange combat skills with.

Broly stayed in the Type-Moon world for five days before bidding farewell to Sakura and the others and heading to the world of Akame ga Kill!

. . . .

The Great Western Territory has now become the Great Western Kingdom, where the Southern Revolutionary Army overthrew the corrupt imperial regime a year ago.

"Of course, the imperial regime is not completely finished; it has only begun its exile. Minister Ernest has made some traitorous promises to the Western kingdoms without any bottom line, causing some of them to switch from supporting the revolutionary army to supporting the exiled imperial regime he represents by holding the young emperor hostage. They are now fighting against the revolutionary army that occupies the central region..."

At the headquarters of the Assassin's Guild in Atlantis, Broly listened to Merard's description of the changes in the world's landscape in recent years and asked him with some doubt, "Don't you plan to intervene and end this chaos?"

“We considered it, but ultimately we didn’t do it.”

"Hey, why?"

Broly looked at Akame with confusion.

"The reason is simple: the chaos in the outside world is more beneficial to Atlantis itself."

Black Eyes Explanation.

“People who cannot survive will continuously flee to the stable Great Western Kingdom, while nobles and wealthy merchants will also bring their accumulated wealth to our side, offering two-thirds of their wealth as payment for our protection…”

Mine added that in times of chaos, a stable, neutral place is like a paradise, which is very attractive to people from all walks of life who have suffered from war.

If the correct entry policy is formulated, the neutral Great Western Kingdom can easily gain the greatest benefit from the chaotic situation.

With the contrast from the outside world, the people of Atlantis can better understand the value of their peaceful life there, and thus cherish the peace they have now.

Of course, another reason is that Esdeath likes chaos, and the neutral stance of the Atlantean Kingdom is a thorn in the side of the Western Kingdom.

Why is it that the Western powers, who support each other, are fighting to the death for their own interests, while Atlantis, which does nothing, gets the biggest benefits?

This resentment led to frequent attacks on Atlantis by (not) random armed forces, while Esdeath led armies from different city-states to fight back, living a very happy life.

To put it simply, Broly's wives in this world are not dissatisfied with their current lives and have no intention of becoming the savior of the world. They only want to protect the stable kingdom they created.

Broly had no objection to this. As long as his friends in this world were doing well, he didn't really care how other strangers were doing.

(End of this chapter)