I'm Really an Alchemist

He raised his hand, and the golden light flowed like water waves. Looking at this light, the Great Elder actually saw the past history of Namek.

And in his body, a ray of golden light also emerged, gently connecting.

this moment.

The Great Elder's thinking perspective was blatantly elevated, and he saw his own people from the third perspective.

All the Namek people flowed out their wish power, connected with the golden light, and connected with the dragon ball, but they didn't realize it.

"Dragon Ball has an inseparable connection with the Namek people, and you also have a related connection with the wish force and the super dragon."

"This is your true strength."

"It's not force, it's not wisdom, it's not regenerative power."

Zhou Qi controlled the wish power, returned to his palm, and gathered all the rays of light, and the voices of prayers from various civilized races came from inside.

He looked at the dazed elder with a happy smile on his lips.

The Namekians possessed a variety of abilities, but the only one that surprised Zhou Qi was the ability to create from the void.

To create objects out of thin air requires an extremely large amount of energy.

Piccolo can make clothes at will, create swords for Gohan, and create the energy of these substances, which is enough to kill Cell a hundred times!

(Shalu: ???)

And after analyzing the power of will, all this is logical.

In the long course of development, the Namek people have been closely linked with the power of wishes. The so-called creation of the void is only the use of power of wishes.

Dragon Ball can even do resurrection, it's just a creation, it's too simple.

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Chapter 324 Chapter 80 Trunks and the Saiyan Mother Planet (Subscribe)

Fighters roared in the sky, and the city was in ruins.

Huge explosions are always accompanied by strong light and heat reactions, and hot winds rush in all directions.

"You bastards, bastards!"

The scarred soldiers held up laser weapons, guarding in front of the citizens, madly and desperately attacking the oppressive monsters.

"It's pathetic."

The warriors wearing the uniform uniform of the Frozen Empire used air to create a barrier, which easily offset the impact of the laser light.

This initial battle of the interstellar empire showed an overwhelming trend.

In addition to the theory of Kurd and Frieza with over [-] million fighting power, the Frozen Empire also has elite fighters like the Ginuit team with over [-] fighting power, and it also has a large number of cannon fodder with over [-] fighting power.

Inside the empire, they are cannon fodder.

But to the outside world, it is a humanoid nuclear warhead that brings terror and destruction.

Before the Galactic Empire deployed real high-end weapons, this civilized planet under its protection encountered an army of destruction that fell from the sky.

In the face of real force, technology, or low-end technology, has no effect.

Click, click.

The energy lamp of the laser weapon lit up red, and the soldier threw away the weapon in despair, pulled out the dagger from behind, and rushed towards the laughing soldier.

The white air blade surged on the soldier's arm, raised a bloodthirsty and insolent laugh, and rushed towards the soldier.

He raised his hand, and chopped down at a speed that could not be observed by the naked eye.

Whoa!

The scarlet blood spurted out.

thump.

Raising his arm high, he drew a graceful arc in the air and hit the ground.

The soldier's frightened expression remained on his face. He subconsciously touched his arm and found that the severed arm was not his own.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The soldier clutched his bloody shoulder, howling in pain.

He raised his head in horror and anger, staring at the strange purple-haired youth in front of him, his eyes moved to the long sword in the young man's right hand, the sword still had stinky blood remaining.

"Damn you..."

He growled.

嗤—

The long sword was raised, piercing his heart indifferently and mercilessly.

Trunks pulled out the sword, white air floated up in the other hand, wiped off the filth on the sword body, threw it to the sky, turned slightly sideways, and stabbed the long sword precisely into the scabbard on his back.

He looked at the soldier lying on the ground, and said gently, "Are you all right?"

The soldier looked at the soldier's body for a while, and looked at the handsome and handsome young man for a while, shaking his head like a rattle.

"It's fine, take the citizens and flee to a safe place!"

Trunks was about to leave when the soldier suddenly woke up and knelt on the ground.

"Sir, please, please help us!"

"You are so strong, you will definitely help us defeat those monsters!"

Trunks stopped and looked at the pleading soldier.

He raised his head, looked at the dark and dusty sky, at the fragmented city, at the hopeful and desperate eyes of the refugees in the ruins, and thought of the earth civilization destroyed by man-made man.

But this situation is quite different.

Although this is also the destruction of the civilization of a planet, it is not the cause of civilization itself, but war.

Both sides of the war are not worthy of sympathy, nor can they intervene.

Trunks is not the silly, white and sweet heart of Monkey King. He is a descendant of Vegeta and inherits the blood of the Saiyan royal family, which is different from himself who enjoys the warmth of his family in the main story.

He was born in the Nightmare worldline.

After the artificial human crisis, the demon crisis, and the alien god crisis, Trunks' behavior became more ruthless.

Simply put.

This mixed race Saiyan, he doesn't care.

"This is war, not a simple battle between good and evil." Trunks raised his hand slightly, and the invisible Qi machine propped up the soldiers kneeling on the ground, "If I help you defeat them, it is equivalent to joining the war among."

Trunks turned his head cruelly, ignored the soldiers' cries, and disappeared.

He started from the earth to look for Zhou Qi's trace, but the universe is so big that finding someone is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

But Huangtian pays off.

Trunks finally found some clues. He knew that Zhou Qi had gone to Planet Namek.

That's a coincidence!

The spaceship that Trunks was on happened to be Piccolo's, and the coordinates of Namek were recorded on it.

And just when he was about to set off to buy supplies on a civilized planet, the interstellar war officially started.Trunks was born on the earth. After his birth, the earth's civilization has been destroyed by man-made humans, and he has not recovered when he left.

Of course he doesn't know whether this war happened in real history?

It's just that seeing that this war was initiated by the Kurds he had killed, there are always some unpredictable thoughts in the world.

Rescuing the soldiers is also emotional, and reminds me of the man-made disaster.

But if he is allowed to participate in this war, the one who will be destroyed is nothing but the other side.

War is different from natural disasters, and Trunks is well aware of this.

On the wilderness on the other side of the planet, Trunks released the spaceship in the universal capsule, and took a last look at the distant battlefield with flames shining in the sky, and drove the spaceship into the vast space.

"Namek, I heard about it from my mother."

Trunks took a hot bath, wiped the water off his muscles with a towel, and gazed at the starry sky from the gazebo.

He recalled the Namekian planet Bulma had mentioned.

According to her mother, Namek is an unforgettable experience. There are peace-loving Namek people, and there are Dragon Balls that fulfill wishes. Back then, she and Mr. Sun Wukong, Mr. Krillin and... Gohan were on Namek. Fight wits with Frieza.

It was also on that beautiful planet that Mr. Sun Wukong turned into a Super Saiyan for the first time.

What would the Namek planet look like three hundred years ago?

Are there any peace-loving Namekians who are cold on the outside and hot on the inside like Mr. Piccolo?

Trunks was full of anticipation.

...

"Three glasses of wine, six six six, you lose, drink quickly!"

"Al, add another roast with more cumin!"

"Bei Namek wants to organize a football team, please don't sign up if the combat power is less than [-]."

at the banquet.

The Great Elder took a deep breath, and then another deep breath. He could only hypnotize himself as much as possible, so as to control the urge to kill this group of people who were drinking, eating meat, bragging and laughing.

The Nameks, who have a long lifespan, devote their infinite lives to entertainment.

Like self-taught, learned a variety of recreational activities.

Smoking and drinking burns my head...not to this extent.