Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 84: The Cannonballs Finally Get Energy Bombs
"Hey, the young master of the Thrace family was not killed?"

The Chief of the Armament Department looked through a telescope at the friendly handshake scene over there and was somewhat surprised.

"Humph, that kid Cassim is used to saying stupid things, maybe he fooled the assassin."

Marquis Bossier thought about how he had easily deceived an assassin before. After a moment of surprise, he quickly stopped being surprised.

"That assassin seems to be leaving, Lord Marquis, should we still use artillery to bombard him?"

By this time, Broly was already saying goodbye to his new friend.

"Of course I did. If this guy doesn't die, I won't be able to sleep well tonight."

Just as Broly was about to fly away, the sound of artillery fire from the army rang out again.

Dozens of solid shells were fired, instantly covering the area where Broly was located.

Flames flooded the area.

"Broly!"

Cassim Thrace's eyes widened.

"Master, don't go over there, it's dangerous."

When the bombing sounded, he immediately knocked down his followers and stopped the young noble who was getting up and trying to rush to the explosion area.

Smoke and dust were billowing, and no one thought that anyone could survive such an attack. The nobles and slave traders in the army were flattering Marquis Bossier.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your contribution to the safety of Bossier City and for getting rid of that dangerous assassin for us!"

While they were celebrating, the man who was observing the situation over there with a telescope suddenly said in a trembling voice: "My Lord Marquis, the assassin is not dead yet, and he doesn't even look injured!"

The sounds of celebration suddenly stopped, and everyone picked up tools that could see far away to see the specific situation of the bombing over there.

In the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, a boy's face was stretched out, most of his clothes were blown off, and the few remaining fabrics were burning. He looked covered in dust, but that was all. It seemed that the concentrated bombing of the shells only achieved the effect of blowing off the other person's clothes.

"My Lord Marquis, my stomach suddenly hurts a little. Please allow me to go to the toilet."

"My Lord Marquis, I suddenly remembered that I have some things to deal with at home. Please allow me to leave first."

Realizing that the situation was not good, the powerful people began to find various reasons to prepare to retreat first.

Are you kidding? The monsters over there can’t be killed by artillery shells, and now they seem to be irritated by them. If we don’t leave now, are we going to stay here and wait for death?

"Aino, you are the person I trust the most. I believe in your loyalty and strength, so I leave this place to you."

"My Lord Marquis, I am your loyal subordinate and will do whatever it takes to protect your safety."

As the Chief of Armaments said this, he handed over the responsibility of commanding the army to the lieutenant below, and he himself was preparing to escape with the Marquis de Bossier.

The slave traders looked at each other in bewilderment, but still followed the example of the Chief of Armaments and expressed their willingness to mobilize their elite troops to escort the Marquis to evacuate.

"Okay, okay, you are all my loyal subjects!"

Marquis Bosier said this with gritted teeth. He knew exactly what this group of people were thinking. They just wanted to control him.

If that monster caught up and killed people, these guys would most likely push him out and make him compromise, but now he had no choice but to be forced to leave by these loyal people.

At this moment, Marquis Bossier thought of his true loyal minister, the former Baron of Thrace, who really cared about the city and himself.

It was just that the huge profits from allowing human trafficking at the time made him ignore the other party and even acquiesced to others joining forces to murder the annoying guy.

If the other person were here now, he would probably be willing to stand up for himself like his son, right?
[As long as I can survive, this account will be settled sooner or later! ]

"What you just said to me, weren't they lies?"

Broly walked out of the smoke and dust, his good mood was blown away, and asked the young noble who was looking at him with some surprise and a little joy.

"The bombardment of you has nothing to do with me. This is probably the idea of ​​the real Marquis Bosir."

Cassim Thrace sighed and quickly explained.

"Okay, I believe you."

Broly nodded and still believed in the other party. After all, some of the guards around the other party were also injured by the bombardment.

If they were not at a distance, they would probably be in trouble too. With this judgment, Broly looked at the army over there, and a green light gradually appeared in his hand.

"The soldiers are just tools following orders. The real mastermind is the group of people who are evacuating over there."

As he was not injured even under the bombardment, Qasim had a clear understanding of the strength of his new friend. The other party counterattacked and killed those who attacked him at will, which showed that he was not a merciful person. This matter could definitely not be resolved peacefully now, but most of the soldiers over there were just trying to make a living.

Qasim was a smart man and he immediately pointed out the location of the mastermind who commanded the army to attack the enemy.

"understood."

Broly paused, then responded and lowered the power of the energy bomb in his hand.

The body floated up and aimed at a team that was fleeing behind the army.

With a wave of his hand, he threw an energy bullet the size of a ping-pong ball over.

The energy bomb landed and expanded rapidly. The group of people who were thinking about how to beg for mercy from the monsters and murderers when they were caught up were drowned by the exploding energy.

The energy bomb came and went quickly. After the hot wind blew down a bunch of people, only a basin-shaped hole was left at the place where the energy exploded.

The group of people who escaped were directly vaporized. Not to mention their corpses, even their ashes might not be found.

Cassim Thrace: “…”

The lucky surviving soldier: "..."

Citizens who watched this scene from afar: "..."

"You're worthy of being the boy I like!"

Maillard waved his arms.

"I've already told you that this is a boy that I and Akahime share. It has nothing to do with you!"

Esdeath hit her rudely, and her face turned red.

This kind of power of one man against an army, oh no, the power to crush the army, is really enviable and fascinating.

"Sir, shall we continue to attack?"

The lieutenant who was pushed out to cover the rear opened his mouth, then took off his service gun and sword and threw them on the ground.

"I'm going to attack you. I'm going to vote."

Although they might not survive if they surrendered, they would definitely die if they resisted. This was beyond doubt. Like dominoes, after the lieutenant dropped his weapon and knelt, the other soldiers also dropped their weapons one after another.

At this moment, everyone could feel the pressure on their heads. It was a completely unreasonable destructive force that could easily wipe people out of the world. It was a pure violence.

Broly floated in the sky, looking down at a group of people kneeling in surrender.

(End of this chapter)