Simbalu is also dead.
Demon King Piccolo belatedly sensed the news that his second subordinate had been killed.
It should be with Danbalin...
That is to say…
Was it the same person who did it
One after another…
For those crazy people who dare to go against the demons, I, the Great Demon King Piccolo, will come over immediately and let you experience the horrors that you cannot imagine!
…
Extreme anger was suppressed in his heart.
When the plane flew over the Budokan, Piccolo directly broke through the glass window and jumped out without asking Demigula for instructions!
At this time, the hospital staff had just placed the bodies of Klin and others, and Oolong and the others accompanied them to the hospital.
Little Goku is asking Bulma for the Dragon Ball Radar.
I want to make a wish to the dragon to resurrect all the people who were killed.
But…
"Boom!!!"!
Demon King Piccolo, who has returned to the peak of his youth, broke through the roof and landed in front of little Goku.
Danbalin has been reduced to ashes.
But the smell of demon blood couldn't hide from the nose of Demon King Piccolo!
"Who... killed my demon warrior!?"
Demon King Piccolo glanced at Little Goku and Bulma with a fierce look in his eyes.
But no matter how he looked at it, Bulma was just an ordinary human woman.
So his final gaze was fixed on little Wukong: "Did you do it? The little devil with a tail?"
Little Wukong turned around and looked at Big Devil Piccolo. He always felt that he looked very similar to Danbalin who had just been killed by him: "Who are you?"
"I?"
Big Demon King Piccolo arrogantly held his hands in front of his chest and looked at Little Wukong with a sneer: "I am the embodiment of all evil, and I am also the Demon King who turns all justice, courage, and love into nothingness... You are wearing a martial arts uniform, are you a martial artist? Home?"
Little Wukong didn't know why Piccolo asked this, so he just nodded: "Ah! I am the disciple of Grandpa Kame Sennin!"
"Oh? Is that so..."
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Piccolo's mouth, and he stretched out his right index finger, aiming at Little Wukong: "That's a coincidence... What I hate the most is bugs like you who call themselves martial artists..."
Little Wukong raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
…
five minutes later.
Piccolo, who had been beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, lay on the ground, his body twisted and twitching constantly.
Standing in front of him.
It's Goku who transformed into a Super Saiyan!
"How...how could this happen..."
Piccolo's pupils contracted violently and trembled, his face full of shock and disbelief: "My majestic Piccolo... would actually be... beaten like this by a kid... I have obviously regained my youth... and obtained the Demon God. The power bestowed by the Lord... Why...!?"
"What are you doing?"
Little Goku released the Super Saiyan transformation and said angrily to Piccolo: "You suddenly hit me, and you seem to really want to kill me... For an opponent like you, don't expect me to do it anymore." Show mercy!"
But at this moment.
Suddenly, a purple light fell from the sky and directly enveloped the Great Demon King Piccolo!
Immediately afterwards, all the wounds caused by little Wukong healed!
Demon King Piccolo actually stood up again!
Little Goku immediately went on alert and transformed into a Super Saiyan!
Be prepared at any time for the continued attack of Big Devil Piccolo!
But before that, what comes first is...
Demon God—Demicula!
A ray of red light soared into the sky, and the scheming demon slowly descended in the red light. The pressure that inadvertently radiated from his body made little Wukong almost breathless!
Demicula finally took action himself!
"drink!!!"
Demicula raised his right hand, and a rotating dark cloud suddenly appeared above his head!
And then, countless purple energy arrows infected with evil suddenly emerged from the dark clouds!
As Demicula waved his big hand, countless energy arrows poured down like rain!
Its coverage actually includes everyone in the martial arts hall!
Little Goku's combat power base is too low. Even if he becomes a Super Saiyan, he will not have time to react to Demon God Demicula's attack! He could only barely stand in front of Bulma and eat all the magic arrows for her!
Less than a second!
Little Wukong was pierced by Demicula's chaotic magic arrow and nailed to the ground!
And he immediately lost all power and returned to his normal state.
Like a tattered rag, hanging limply on the magic arrow.
Let others slaughter you!
"Wukong!"
Bulma shouted desperately, rushed forward, hugged Sun Wukong's little body tightly, and for the first time in her life, she was so anxious that she was about to shed tears: "How are you... You can't die... You must not die, Sun Jun!" "
"ha… "
Little Wukong's eyes drooped weakly, and his limbs lost all strength.
But he still smiled so innocently: "Sorry... I don't even have the strength to speak... You run away quickly... Bulma..."
"I already… "
"I can't protect you anymore..."
That moment of despair.
Bulma burst into tears, but she still kept beating the magic arrow that pierced little Goku's body, trying to save him.
The powerful enemy that Demon King Piccolo couldn't defeat was defeated by Demicula with just a casual blow.
They are both demons, but their status and power are completely different!
"It's really useless."
Demicula ignored Bulma and slowly said to the recovered Demon King Piccolo: "They are now at your mercy, and you can do whatever you want... But don't let the matter of finding the Dragon Balls fall behind, your miscellaneous soldiers If you die, go and collect all the Dragon Balls for me!"
Demon King Piccolo glanced at those magic arrows, then looked down at the palm of his right hand. After a long time, he responded: "As you command... Lord Demon God."
Demicula nodded, disappeared, and returned to the plane.
Pilaf and his gang flew away.
Piccolo then slowly walked towards Goku and Bulma, who had all their powers sealed away.
"To be honest, this feeling is terrible..."
The fingertips of Piccolo's right hand gradually gathered energy: "I became a demon not to be a slave to this kind of guy... But when such a strong and monster-like guy came to my door, I could only fulfill his wish as soon as possible. , let him leave this world quickly..."
Bulma hugged little Goku and begged desperately: "Please, let him go!"
"What a pity, I hate martial arts practitioners..."
The corners of Piccolo's mouth were raised, showing his fangs: "Reality is not a story. When facing fate, there is only misery and despair. Heroes will not appear, and even if they do... they will never be my opponent, Piccolo. !”
Of course he was telling the truth.
Bulma, who had long since grown up and no longer believed in fairy tales, seemed to have lost even her last glimmer of hope.
But for the sake of little Wukong’s life…
Even if I am naive and ridiculous once more, what does it matter...
Even just a little bit…
The slimmest possibility!
"anyone there!?"
Bulma bit her lip, trying not to shed tears: "It doesn't matter who it is! If there are really heroes in this world... please save us!" The last sentence was shouted out at the top of her lungs, crying with sadness.
The breeze blew by, and a figure passed by in a daze.
"I heard… "
A bald man walked past Bulma: "Your cry for help... I heard it..."
As long as someone calls, he will arrive no matter where he is.
because…
This is what a hero is.
(End of chapter)