Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 246 A Saiyan Appears Out of the Box

Chapter 246 A Saiyan Appears Out of the Box

As the anticipated time for a major war drew near, Rick grew increasingly anxious.

He and Hugh are currently in an area far from the battlefield.

"Richard, are you worried that Jibril won't make a move?"

"A little."

"Don't worry, if she doesn't make a move, our mechs will when the time comes."

Hughie comforted her.

"I know, but in this way, casualties among the mechs are inevitable."

"Machine-types are just tools, machines."

Hughie answered.

"This is what the Commander [Einzshi] asked me to tell you."

Rick managed a weak smile. Shubi's presence made him realize that the Machine Race was neither a machine nor a tool.

But the rules he set for the game did not allow anyone to die, which was an extremely unreliable thing to begin with.

As the weaker party, he can only rely on the machine gun to control the direction of the battlefield; this is the reality.

"It's alright. Each machine has already had its data backed up. Any damage to the body can simply be repaired by manufacturing a new one."

Hughie hugged Rick, which made Rick feel a little better.

"The expected time has arrived, and Jibril has not made a move. Should we relocate the combat unit above Avant Heim and launch a simulated aerial attack on the area surrounding the Forest Elf and Goblin Alliance?"

The designer who was standing next to Rick asked him a question.

"Wait, the Skywing has sprouted..."

Just as Rick was about to give the order, the Skywing Legion flew out from Abant Heim.

"I wonder why Lord Artesius issued such a strange order, only allowing us to launch Skystrikes around the two major alliances?"

"Who knows? Maybe they want those ignorant creatures down there to be smart and leave this place."

The Skywings muttered to themselves as they lined up in the sky. Black energy from their Sky Strike emerged beneath their wings, blasting towards the battlefields on either side of the Forest Elves and Goblins like a meteor shower.

. . . .

"Lord Sink, the Skywing race has launched the first attack on us."

On the front lines, the observer quickly reported the situation to the commander beside him.

"Damn it, what's the situation with the goblin race?"

The golden-haired, long-eared elf had a gloomy expression, but first inquired about the situation on the goblin side.

If the Skywings only attack the Forest Elves, then they must retreat immediately.

"The battlefields on the goblin side have also been attacked by Skystrike."

The observer quickly replied.

"Prepare all legions to unleash the Void Zero Spell."

"Lord Sink Nielbaren, is our target the goblin race?"

A female Mori-sei asked from the side.

"No, shift your target, aim at Abant Heim overhead!"

. . . .

"Lord Ronnie, should we launch our marrow-blasting projectiles at the Forest Elves?"

"No, in a chaotic battle, the strongest should be the one to be eliminated first. Shift the target to Abant Heim."

Almost simultaneously, on the goblin ship, Ronnie Delaunier, the goblin commander, also issued the order to change the target of the marrow-blasting projectiles.

"Lord Ronnie, are we going to fire all the Marrow Burst Bombs? Aren't we leaving a single one for the Forest Elf race?"

The adjutant inquired.

"Who do you think our enemy is? The Winged Race? No, the enemy we face now is the God of War, Altshu, who holds the title of the strongest god behind the Winged Race. Do you think we'll have a second chance if we hold back against him?"

"What about the Sen-seed race over there..."

"Nobody knows Sink Nielbaren better than me. That long-eared bastard is probably all set and waiting for us to make the first move."

With the Skywing race now expressing hostility towards both sides, even though the Goblin and Forest Elf races have a long-standing feud, they are unlikely to risk total annihilation to resolve their mutual grievances at this time.

Having fought with Sink Nielbarn for many years, Ronnie Delaunier knew very well what kind of guy the opposing Forest Elf commander was. You could say he was a petty, vengeful bastard, but he definitely also had the ability to make rational decisions.

"Since you're waiting for me to make the first move, then I'll do it myself. On my command, all the marrow-blasting shells will fire!"

Ronnie glanced down at the forest elf land-based warships below and immediately issued the attack order.

. . . .

"All twelve goblin marrow-blasting projectiles have been launched, Lord Sink Nielbaren..."

"All warlocks, heed my command! Void Zero Protection Spell, activate!"

Almost two seconds after the marrow-blasting bullet was launched, the forest elves followed up with their own race's strongest attack.

These two sworn enemies, under the pressure of the strongest god, launched a joint attack on the Skywing race on the battlefield without holding back.

. . . .

Azriel was already yawning, but the sight of attacks coming from both the forest elves and goblins immediately snapped her to attention.

"A mere inferior creature dares to retaliate?"

Lord Artesius's orders to them were to cooperate with Jibril in launching a feint attack on the positions of the two alliances, and if the two alliances chose to retreat, to let them leave.

but now……

"Let these inferior creatures witness the power of God."

High in the sky, the Skywing species quickly formed an array.

Wings unfurled, connecting with the elven corridors within their bodies.

At this moment, this group of Skywing races also possessed the ability to unleash a divine strike.

"God's Strike".

As Azriel, the leader, uttered these words, enormous wings of light covered the entire sky.

Immediately following was a terrifying surge of elven power that poured down like light, engulfing both the Marrow Burst and the Zero Void Technique.

The three attacks merged into a small sun in the sky, which was heading towards the center of the confrontation area between the goblin and forest elf species.

"Is this the power of the God of War?"

Sink Nielbaren stared wide-eyed at the small sun that seemed to be falling slowly but was actually fast. He felt that his own Forest God was really useless. The Void Zero Protection Spell developed with His power was so easily swallowed up by the power of the God of War.

"Commander Ronnie, let's retreat."

The red warning lights on the goblin airship were flashing continuously, and the adjutant spoke to the commander at the bow.

"Retreat? Where can we retreat to?"

Ronnie shook his head; he knew it was over when the attack failed.

"By any chance, our airships won't be able to escape the blast radius before that thing hits the ground. And with the combined power of twelve explosive bombs, plus other even stronger forces, do you think we can withstand it?"

"Commander, what should we do now?"

"What else can we do but wait to die?"

The goblin commander, Ronnie Delaunier, shrugged, not to show weakness but because he was truly powerless, and said helplessly.

"Of course, we still have options."

"What choice?"

"We can choose how we die. I'm going to remove my spirit armor and use the spell without it before that thing falls and kills me. I want to experience the situation where our predecessors would often self-destruct because the spirit power within us was excessively amplified before we created the spirit armor. Explosion is art, and I've wanted to try it for a long time..."

The adjutant was somewhat desperate; their commander had gone mad first.

Traffic control

Just as the goblin commander on the airship was about to throw his precious magical equipment off the airship and commit an artistic self-destruction, the traffic control device that had been set up on the battlefield was activated.

They altered the flow of elven power, deflecting the small suns falling from the sky towards the southwest of the battlefield.

An unexpected event occurred: the machine gun's tactics appeared on the battlefield, causing Ronnie Delaunier to stop his self-destruction.

Everyone began to use their own remote observation methods and saw the machine-type analytical entities that were forming an array in the sky far away, preparing to meet the attack of the terrifying energy ball.

"So, the one pulling the strings behind this battle is the Machine Race?"

"When did those iron lumps switch from neutrality to join this war?"

Compared to the surprise of the forest elves and goblins, the God of War understood somewhat after seeing the machine-type analytical entities forming an array to prepare for a terrifying attack.

"I see. They wanted to combine the powerful attacks from three sides through the analysis of the machine-type attacks, thereby gaining the ability to simulate such powerful attacks."

"And the goal shouldn't be to defeat me with this attack, but rather the planet itself, to destroy the planet's Elf Corridor...?"

The God of War, standing at the edge of Abant Heim, suddenly smiled.

If the Planetary Spirit Corridor is destroyed, the power of the deity who was also born from the Spirit Corridor will be greatly weakened.

If that weak opponent also possesses His "strongest" conceptual information—no, the opponent can command Machine Gundams—then it must have possessed His "strongest" conceptual information.

At that time, it is estimated that a group of machine-type creatures whose combined strength will not exceed His strength will surround Him. Even if He is the strongest god, He may be forcibly replaced by a large group of machine-type creatures if His spirit power cannot be replenished.

This sense of crisis was something that even the Dragon King, who also held the title of the strongest in the past, had never given Him. But this was exactly what Altshu wanted: a true opponent who could kill Him.

Even though Rick, his opponent, was an incredibly weak human who couldn't even use his spirit powers, at this moment, the God of War took this weakest challenger seriously and regarded Rick as a true opponent.

However, the God of War, who saw through all of this, did nothing, simply because he knew that whatever he did now would be useless.

Given the Connectivity of the Machine-type, the opponent is probably hiding somewhere, preparing to simulate an attack that pierces through the planet beneath its feet after the Machine-type analyzes the powerful attack. Only after the planet's Spirit Corridor is destroyed will it appear in front of it.

The God of War, who lacks omniscience, doesn't believe he can stop this from happening. Instead of wasting his energy searching for his opponent, he'd rather absorb more of the spirit energy in the atmosphere.

Then, it remains to be seen whether the machine races that come here to challenge Him will defeat Him and strip Him of His essence, or be completely eliminated by Him.

. . . .

The small, sun-like energy ball flew very fast. Just as it was about to reach the Machine Race, a group of Machine Race members with hearts said something like, "We are tools, not lives. Our sacrifice will not be considered breaking the rules of the game." At that moment, a terrifying green energy beam suddenly bombarded them from afar without warning.

When it collided with the energy cluster that resembled a small sun, it was initially of little use. However, as the green energy beam suddenly increased in size three times, the energy cluster that resembled a small sun was forcibly pushed away.

As it flew, it was annihilated by increasingly powerful energy, until it disappeared behind the gaping dark clouds, like a reverse meteor, trailing a green energy tail.

The battlefield personnel observing the situation gaped in astonishment.

"What was that green beam of light coming from?"

Just as everyone was searching for the source of the green energy beam, Broly flew over to a group of Machine Gundams and asked the Machine Gundam that had once captured the burrowing animals for him, "Are you alright?"

The machine being questioned seemed momentarily stunned, remaining silent for a while before understanding the situation and asking, "Lord Broly, what brings you here?"

"I was sleeping when I was startled awake by a sudden burst of air from here, so I flew over to check it out..."

Broly explained the situation: his aura perception was being interfered with by the various elves present, but the battle here was so intense that it was as if a high-powered searchlight had suddenly been turned on in his aura perception fog world, directly waking him up from his sleep on Chronie's lap.

Upon waking up, Broly rushed over to assess the situation. Seeing that the Saiyans were under attack, and remembering that they had treated him to a meal, the Saiyan boy quickly made a decision based on whether they were friend or foe and took action immediately.

"No need to thank me, consider it repayment for the dinner you treated me to yesterday."

After Broly finished speaking, he indicated in advance that there was no need for thanks.

Machine-type: "..."

Commander Einzsch wanted to say something, but in the end, he passed the question to Schubert.

"Rick, didn't you explain your real plan to Broly?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Rick was confused.

"Broly has gone to the southwest of the battlefield, towards the analytical structure..."

Hugh said.

"He's dead?"

Rick tensed up.

"No, not at all. He simply blasted away the combined energy of the twelve marrow-burst bombs from the goblin race, the Void Zero Protection spell unleashed by all the forest elf sorcerers, and the powerful Sky Strike unleashed by the entire winged race."

Rick: "???"

. . . .

"How did you manage to deflect that ball of energy?"

The machine type of question.

"Uh, that's how it was knocked away."

As Broly spoke, he raised his right hand and mimicked the gesture he had made when releasing the energy blast with one hand.

However, this was just his random release of energy blasts, and it didn't have any special meaning.

. . . .

"That's how he flew off."

On the other side, Huggies was mimicking his movements in a very convincing way, showing them to Rick next to her.

"So, our plan to make the Star Cup appear directly and seize it has failed?"

After reading it, Rick fell silent, and only asked a question after a while.

"The attack was deflected, and the parser didn't analyze anything."

Hughie tried to explain, but that was the gist of it.

"No, we still have Broly. He can deflect that energy, so he can definitely pierce through a planet."

Rick quickly came up with another idea, but then he saw that Hughie's expression suddenly turned serious.

"What's wrong?"

"The God of War, Artesius, has descended."

. . . . .

"Hahaha, an anomaly, I thought you were out of the picture, but I didn't expect you to show up here and ruin your own plans?"

The God of War's outward appearance is that of a tall, middle-aged, strong man with a black beard as thick as steel. Eighteen white wings behind him resemble a cloak, while his vital parts are covered by suspenders worn by the Winged Race, with tight underwear covering them.

"Plan? What plan?"

Broly looked at the guy who had suddenly flown over with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"By the way, who are you?"

Unable to figure it out, Broly stopped thinking about it and asked about the identity of the fellow floating in the sky in front of him.

"You don't recognize me?"

"Why should I know a middle-aged man with long wings and a thick beard?"

"I almost forgot, you're not a creature of this world."

Altshu nodded, then exuded a terrifying aura and began to introduce himself.

"I am the strongest god, the war god Artesius, the creator of the Skywing race."

Behind the God of War, dark clouds of corpses flashed and thunder roared, with purple lightning constantly falling, exuding an aura of overwhelming power.

Broly: "???"

Is the other side trying to outdo him in terms of appearance?

Broly's traditional upbringing from the Crimson Demon Clan instilled in him a competitive spirit.

But before he started comparing himself to others, he said to the guys next to him, "Stay away from me, I'm about to introduce myself."

Machine Type: "???"

The fully connected command entity, Einzshi, didn't know what he was going to do, but still managed to move the analysis entities of more than four thousand machines away from the airspace where Broly was located.

As the machine-type creatures left, Broly thought of a cooler way to introduce himself. Just as he was racking his brains, the message "[Sunny and cheerful big boy]" suddenly popped into his mind. So, he gathered his energy and used a technique that made his energy change color.

Soon, the world behind Broly, which had previously been rather colorless, was replaced by a warm hue reminiscent of autumn sunlight.

Once the backdrop had expanded to rival the lightning-filled backdrop of the guy opposite, the Saiyan boy introduced himself: "My name is Broly. I just happened to be passing by and got caught up in this chaotic sunlight... uh, no, I need to sound imposing. Well, I'm the strongest person on Planet Wampa who got caught up in this chaos!"

Looking at the warm-toned world brimming with energy before him, Altshu fell into deep thought. Was this how powerful beings from another world greeted each other?

. . . .

"Is this how gods greet each other?"

Meanwhile, those on the battlefield observed what was happening on this side of the field using various means, and saw that the two airspace environments where the two powerful beings were floating were forcibly distorted by some powerful force, producing various special effects.

The forest elves and goblins thought this might be a unique way for the gods to make their entrance and greet each other, but they regarded the newly appeared Broly as a new god.

. . . .

"Alright, enough talk, let's fight!"

Without considering anything else, Altshu challenged him to a duel.

(End of this chapter)