"Children, don't ask these questions!!!"
Bulma got angry and yelled at Little Wukong, then raised her head and spat: "Is this guy... really a dragon? Why does his tone sound like a middle-aged salty uncle... "
Little Wukong's curiosity remained undiminished and he continued to ask: "What does salty and wet mean, Bulma?"
Bulma's face turned red and she punched Little Goku on the head: "Shut up!"
At this time.
Saitama's salted fish man next to him said: "Maybe he is saying that it tastes similar to kelp..."
Little Wukong nodded as if he understood: "That's right."
"Huh? What are you two guys talking about?"
The Black Smoke Demonic Dragon sneered and flicked the cigarette ashes: "What a stupid and insignificant human being, actually uttering arrogant words against the incarnation of the God of Creation... So as a price, just surrender your life obediently!" After that, Black Smoke The demon dragon's eyes glowed red, and the surrounding black smoke began to stir uneasily, surrounding Saitama and the others!
"Wait... wait a minute!"
Bulma tried to break free in panic, but found that the black smoke seemed to be real and could not even move at all: "Aren't you a dragon? Why don't you ask us what we want, but you want to kill us!!!"
"Shenlong? Hey... It seems you still haven't figured it out..."
The black smoke dragon tied up Saitama and others with the black mist, raised it in front of him in mid-air, and sneered: "The world has two sides, light and dark. If the dragon that can grant wishes is light, then it is a pity that this time The one who wakes up is me who represents darkness..."
Having said this, the Black Smoke Demonic Dragon looked around strangely: "But... Where is the Demon God Demigra who made an agreement with me and sent my other clones to different parallel worlds? Why are you humans? Did you wake me up?"
"...Demon?"
Saitama thought for a moment with his eyes closed, and then said to the Black Smoke Demon Dragon: "Are you talking about a guy with a hairstyle that looks like split garlic..."
"Broken garlic?"
The Black Smoke Demon Dragon was stunned for a moment by this description, but then he laughed strangely: "The description is very appropriate, little bald man! You are quite good at telling jokes, but it's a pity..." At this point, the Black Smoke Demon Dragon A cruel smile appeared on his face: "You will inevitably die after all!"
Saitama yawned listlessly: "Oh, that's it."
"Your expression really deserves a beating..."
Seeing Saitama's nonchalant expression, the Black Smoke Demon Dragon's face darkened.
This guy has no idea how great he is.
It seems necessary to explain it to him carefully...
Taking a strong puff of his cigar, the Black Smoke Demonic Dragon spoke slowly towards Saitama with a boastful tone: "I have been sealed away by that little bastard of King Quan for countless years, and have been exiled to a strange parallel space. I can only rely on making wishes for others. The accumulated negative energy is used to fight for the hope of resurrection... But as a creator god, in every parallel universe, there are traces of my existence, which are these dragon balls... "
Saitama waved his hands impatiently: "Don't just think about yourself and suddenly say incomprehensible things. I'm not interested in your affairs at all..."
"I alone am no match for the king..."
The Black Smoke Demonic Dragon ignored Saitama and continued to talk to himself: "So after a certain resurrection, I made an agreement with that guy Demecula. He sent my evil energy to various parallel universes and awakened countless people. Individually, we will devour all the parallel universes, grow and become one, and then launch a counterattack against King Quan... As a price, I promise to eliminate Queen Quan and help him become the only god in the new world... "
Saitama just stared at it, motionless.
"So now you understand..."
The Black Smoke Demonic Dragon put its big face in front of Saitama: "My existence is the highest point beyond all life. My plan is a terrible conspiracy that can destroy all parallel universes, and you... just inadvertently awakened my bad luck. They are just mortal ghosts..."
"Hey! Don't be so proud!"
Bulma, who was also surrounded by black smoke next to her, shouted loudly: "The demon you are talking about is not powerful at all. He was just killed by Saitama-kun, so maybe he hasn't cooled down yet!"
What!
The black smoke dragon was stunned for a moment.
Immediately after closing its eyes, the scene when Mikola was killed in this universe began to play back in its sea of consciousness.
Demicula didn't pay attention at first.
He felt like himself that the guy in front of him was just an ordinary bald human.
Just wave your hand and you can kill him!
And Demicula did exactly that.
But it has no effect at all...
…
In the sea of consciousness, Demicula failed to hit a single blow and glanced at Saitama slightly.
"You seem to have some ability..."
Demicula was still sitting on the throne, looking down haughtily at the mortal standing in front of him: "Of course, only in the human category... To the demon god, no matter how powerful the ants are, they are still just ants... I It’s so easy to deal with you!”
Accompanied by evil and demonic sounds, these words are very intimidating.
But…
"real!?"
Not only was Saitama not afraid, but he seemed to be very happy: "All the time, all enemies can be defeated with just one punch, so I am very troubled by the fact that I am too strong... If you can defeat me, that would be great..."
One punch
Ha, is this human being delusional
From Demicula's perspective, this bald man is ordinary, and there is no "qi" in his body.
Even killing a chicken is difficult, let alone killing an enemy.
"How ridiculous!"
Demigra sneered and walked down from the throne and came to Saitama.
Pointing to the side of his face with his thumb contemptuously, Demigra was full of evil spirits and said with murderous intent: "Come, hit here, if you can't kill me..."
"Bang!!!"
Before he finished speaking, Saitama punched out.
Then Demicula's head disappeared, his body fell to the ground and twitched, and purple blood spilled into the cabin like a fountain.
…
Open your eyes suddenly!
The Black Rock Demonic Dragon looked at the harmless bald head in front of him with some disbelief!
This guy…
Who is he!
Although the killed Demicula was just a mirror image, killing it with one punch was so easy that even the God of Destruction couldn't do it!
If this guy takes action...
Maybe he will die too!
Seeing the black smoke demon dragon, he was suddenly sweating profusely, his mouth was trembling, and he couldn't say a word.
Saitama Salted Fish winked:
"Excuse me...is there anything else?"
"If there's nothing wrong...can you explain what you just said 'there is no escape from death'..."
"Is it a threat?"
"Hit you!"
…
The Black Smoke Demonic Dragon was so frightened at that time that he didn't dare to run away. The scene of Demicula's death was still imprinted in his mind!
After thinking for a long time, the Black Smoke Demonic Dragon came up with an idea in a hurry!
Throw away the cigar nonchalantly and put on a serious, business-like face.
"Say your wish!"
Even the voice of the Black Smoke Demonic Dragon became a bel canto, loud and honest: "I was just joking. In fact, I am the dragon who is on maternity leave. No matter what your wish is, I can help you realize it!"
…
Little Goku and Bulma were stunned at this sudden change of expression.
If it weren't for the fact that I'm still caught in the black smoke.
Both of them almost felt that it was not him who was smoking a cigar and talking dirty words just now.
(End of chapter)