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Chapter 136 Ultimate Father Swap, the Deaths of Paragus and Kurd!
At this moment, Mulin, who was comforting everyone, felt no joy despite having succeeded as the new Grand Elder.

Looking at the few remaining members of his tribe, he couldn't even imagine what would have happened if they had stayed.

This was a massacre that wiped out the entire race!

However, such a massacre would be nothing in the vastness of the universe.
Children cried in their parents' arms, the elderly sighed with tears in their eyes, and some of the younger generation knelt on the ground, overwhelmed by the power of the gods.

Some people clenched their fists in resentment, letting their unkempt nails dig deep into their flesh.

Karu trembled and huddled in Dandy's arms, clinging tightly to his brother, unable to look any longer, until a tear fell onto Karu's head, at which point he blankly raised his head.
Dandy's eyes were fixed on the direction of Namek, one hand tightly protecting him, his resolute gaze as if he wanted to imprint this scene in his mind forever.

Seeing this, Gamora silently held the two children in her arms. She did not intend for them to see this cruel scene, but at this moment she heard Piccolo and Nail's words.

"You all should remember this scene well."

Two deep voices reached everyone's ears. Piccolo and Naru stood side by side, like half-brothers, and spoke in unison.

However, compared to Nail, who always followed the Grand Elder, Piccolo felt this power more directly.

"Sun"

Piccolo muttered to himself, his face frozen in place. He could certainly sense just how terrifying the aura emanating from Namek was.

With his current power, the light of a firefly is even greater than the brilliance of the moon.

"Everyone."

Just then, Elder Mulin spoke up, gathering everyone together and solemnly declaring:

"Let us pray for them, with this gratitude that will be forever remembered, to those who saved us from despair, and to send them our sincerest faith."

As soon as the words were spoken, the remaining Namekians spontaneously formed a circle around them. The adults stood on the outside, while the children knelt on the inside, raising their hands in a prayer ceremony and closing their eyes.
"Earth and ocean, together we nurtured Namek."

"May those who are fighting for us on this planet at this moment have the most sincere wish to offer the Dragon Balls and to forge the purest friendship between their hearts."

"Tch, what a boring thing to do."

Bick twitched his lips, walked silently to the window, and gazed at the world outside the starry sky.

If he hadn't already witnessed similar religious rituals on Earth, he would have suspected these people were insane.

"Let them pray; they need something to hold their hearts."

Seemingly sensing Piccolo's thoughts, Gamora walked to his side, took out her rapier, and stroked the ruby ​​on it.

Among the Namekians, Gamora looked incredibly familiar!
Two identical green faces stared at each other silently. If they had anything in common, it was their calmness and their refusal to do anything pointless.

"But we still have some things to do. If the galaxy is at risk of destruction, the most urgent task is to quickly boost the spaceship to maximum power and get away from this nebula as soon as possible."

With her extensive sailing experience, Gamora was naturally able to assist Piccolo effectively. After calming herself down, she immediately recognized the danger and addressed Piccolo:

"This spaceship operates using a unique language system, and I need your help."

"Yes, that's right, let's hurry up and go."

Bick nodded, somewhat impressed with the girl, mainly because her face was pleasing to the eye. He quickly followed her to the control panel!

Meanwhile, those sincere prayers have crossed the boundless sea of ​​stars, each call seemingly conveying the earliest voice of the starry sky, stretching across the vast distance and tearing open a ray of azure light.

"Boom!!"

At the end of the radiance, the magnetic field twisted into golden lightning, and Carrot El struggled against Frieza's galaxy-destroying bullet, his entire body tense.

"Ahhh! Ughhh!"

That azure blue Kamehameha has become the only hope in the apocalypse, transforming into a straight spine supporting the ground, never bending even a step no matter how great the force in front!
"Ugh... Ahh!!"

Carrot El stared wide-eyed. This kind of energy output was not his area of ​​expertise, and it was something he had hardly practiced since birth.

Therefore, Frieza gained the upper hand for a long time, and before long, he was pushed from mid-air all the way to the ground. Beside the wreckage of the spaceship, the few remaining Frieza soldiers trembled with fear and knelt on the ground, while Sorbet, who was still alive, cried out in despair.

"Damn it, Frieza is trying to pull me into the explosion too!"

Cooler cursed in disgust, clearly displeased with Frieza's actions.

But what really makes him uneasy right now is Carrot El, and the most urgent task is to get rid of him!
"Humph!"

Looking behind Carrot, and facing Al who was doing everything he could to defend against Frieza's attack, Cooler slowly opened his arms:
"It's over, Carrot El!"

"stop!"

Upon seeing this, Paragus, who was being trampled underfoot, suddenly shouted.

"Shut up, you old geezer!"

Gula didn't even use much force; with a single crushing stomp of his foot, he turned Paragus into a bloody pulp. Then, feeling that his feet were dirty, he kicked the corpse aside.

"Ugh, disgusting."

With a disdainful snort, Gula reconstituted an energy blast and was about to fire it at Carrot when something was suddenly thrown at his feet.

"Ok?"

Gula was stunned for a moment because what was thrown at his feet was something that looked like a head, which reminded him of the scene where Carrot used it to disgust Frieza earlier. What kind of fetish is this?
However, the next second, his face darkened.

When the rolling head slowly came to a stop, Gula finally saw clearly that it was his father, the Kurdish King!

"What????"

Gula's eyes were practically spitting fire as he raised them and fired a death beam towards the direction from which the head had been thrown.

"Boom!"

As the explosion rang out and the dust settled, a muscular figure, completely still, gradually came into view.

At this moment, Broly stared coldly at Gura, wearing dirty, tattered white trousers, his upper body's strong muscles bulging explosively.

The crimson blouse that once covered his body had been burned in the battle, leaving only the crown containing the Mind Stone still shining brightly.

There were traces of blood on the corners of his mouth and other parts of his body, but his eyes, which were fixed on Gula, were as cold and sharp as a knife.

This is an extreme case of a father swap!
"Saiyan Broly!"

He gave his name, and his angry words came out in the calmest tone possible. If it weren't for the enhancement provided by the Mind Stone, he would have already lost his mind and gone berserk.

Even the power of the Infinity Stones could not suppress the rage in his heart, nor could it dispel the fury in his soul.

Broly would not rest until he killed the man in front of him.

Cooler was initially startled, but upon hearing the word "Saiyan," a surge of hatred suddenly filled his eyes.

"It's you bunch of monkeys again!"

The Frozen Demon race has little regard for racial kinship, but their tolerance for the humiliation of an individual is extremely high.

In some ways, they are even more arrogant than Saiyans, despite their high self-esteem.

"I never expected there would be a wild monkey wandering around here!!"

Upon hearing this, Broly's gaze lingered on Paragus's corpse, his burning iron fist clenching tighter and tighter.

After his encounter with Kurd, he finally began to understand his father's brutal nature and the humiliation he had suffered on Planet Vegeta.

(End of this chapter)