I’m Really An Alchemist

Zhou Qi calmly said: "I will, as long as the final experiment is completed, I will leave Namek."

"What else do you want to do?" The first elder couldn't bear it at all, his angry aura suddenly spread, and a pure white arrogance was formed around him, burning the air. This power was far higher than Will.

After he regained his youth, his strength also fully returned to its prime state.

"Leave our planet, Mr. Zhou." The chief elder strode closer to Zhou Qi, his tall figure exerting pressure, but his tone and eyes were pleading.

Zhou Qi laughed.

He was not frightened by the Great Elder's threat, but turned around and opened the secret door in the cave.

One after another, Huang Chengcheng's giant dragon **** are built in them.

The seven dragon **** that can summon Polunjia have long been gathered by Zhou Qi.

But instead of summoning, he studied the connection between Dragon Ball and the Nameks, and at this moment, there is no secret of the connection between the two.

"Elder, these dragon **** were created by you, do you know why you were able to create them?"

The first elder looked at Dragon Ball and Zhou Qi, and remained silent.

He restrained his breath and wanted to see what the other party was going to say.

"Wish Star, Super Dragon."

"By drawing on the will and hope in the universe, you can realize the existence of omnipotent dreams."

Zhou Qi calmly said: "The original Namek obtained the fragments of the wishing star and created the original Dragon Ball that stole the power of the wish, but in the long development, the power of the wish has been connected with the Namek."

Looking at the dazed expression of the Great Elder.

Zhou Qi clenched his hands empty, and the environment suddenly dimmed, and a golden light floated in his palm.

"This is..." The Great Elder looked at the golden light and felt a warm familiarity.

"This is willpower."

Zhou Qi replied.

He raised his hand, and the golden light circulated like water waves. The Great Elder looked at the light and saw the past history of Namek.

And in his body, a ray of golden light also appeared, and it was gently connected.

this moment.

The Great Elder's thinking perspective is outrageously high, and from a third perspective, he sees his own people.

All the Nameks shed their willpower, connected with Jinmang, connected with Dragon Ball, and they were unaware of it.

"Dragon Ball has an inseparable connection with the Nameks, and you are also related to Wish Power and Super Dragon."

"This is your true strength."

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

Zhou Qi controlled the wishing power, returned to the palm of his hand, concentrated all the rays of light, and heard the prayers of various civilized races.

He looked at the absent-minded Great Elder, and a happy smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

The Nameks have a variety of abilities, but the only thing that makes Zhou Qi feel strange is the ability to create a void.

To create objects out of thin air requires a huge amount of energy.

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

(Sharu: ???)

And analyzing the willpower, all this is logical.

In the long development, the Namek people are closely related to the power of will. The so-called creation of the void is only the use of the power of will.

Dragon Ball can even be resurrected, it's just a creation, it's too simple.

PS: The current subscription is so low that I can't bear to watch it

I'm so hard woo woo

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Section 324 Chapter 80 Trunks and Saiyan Mother Planet

The fighter jets roared in the sky, and the city was in ruins.

The huge explosion sound is always accompanied by a strong photothermal reaction, and the hot wind rushes in all directions.

"You bastards, bastards!"

The scarred soldiers held laser weapons, guarded in front of the citizens, and attacked the oppressed monsters frantically and desperately.

"It's really pitiful."

The warriors in the uniforms of the Frozen Empire used Qi to create a barrier that easily offset the impact of the laser.

This initial battle of the interstellar empire is overwhelming.

In addition to the theory that Kurd and Frieza have over 100 million combat power, the Frozen Empire also has elite warriors such as the Ginuit team with over 10,000 combat power, as well as a large number of cannon fodder with over 1,000 combat power.

Inside the empire, they are cannon fodder.

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

The Galactic Empire has not yet deployed real high-end weapons, and this civilized planet sheltered by it has 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 light of the laser weapon lit up red, and the soldier threw the weapon in desperation, took out the dagger from behind, and rushed towards the laughing soldier.

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

He raised his hand and slashed down at a speed unobservable to the naked eye.

Whoops!

Scarlet blood spurted out.

Thump.

He raised his arms high, drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and smashed to the ground.

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

"Ahhhh!!!"

The soldier clutched his **** shoulders and cried out in pain.

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

"You damn..."

He opened his mouth to growl.

snort—

The long sword was raised, indifferently and ruthlessly running through his heart.

Trunks pulled out the sword, his other hand floated white air, wiped away the filth on the blade, threw it into the sky, turned slightly sideways, and the long sword accurately pierced into the scabbard on his back.

He looked at the collapsed soldier and said gently, "Are you alright?"

The soldier looked at the corpse of the soldier for a while, and then looked at the unfamiliar handsome young man, shaking his head like a rattle.

"It's fine, just take the citizens and escape 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 be able to help us defeat those monsters!"

Trunks stopped and looked at the pleading soldier.

He raised his head, looked at the dark and dusty sky, looked at the broken city, looked at the hopeful and desperate eyes of the refugees in the ruins, and remembered the earth civilization destroyed by artificial humans.

But the situation is quite different.

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

Neither side of the war deserves sympathy, nor can they interfere.

Trunks is not the silly and sweet heart of Sun Wukong. He is a descendant of Vegeta, and he inherits the blood of the Saiyan royal family.

He was born in the nightmare world line.

After the cyborg crisis, the demon crisis, and the otherworldly **** crisis, Trunks' behavior was even more ruthless.

Simply put.

This half-race Saiyan, he doesn't waver.

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

Trunks turned his head ruthlessly, ignoring the cry of the soldier, and turned away.

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

But the emperor pays off.

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

This is 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 and buy supplies on a civilized planet, the interstellar war officially started. Trunks was born on Earth. After his birth, Earth's civilization has been destroyed by artificial humans, and he has not recovered when he left.

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

Just seeing that this war was actually initiated by the Kurds who he once killed, there are always some unpredictable thoughts.

Rescue the soldier, also touched the scene, remembered the man-made disaster.

He can be allowed to participate in this war, and the only thing that will be destroyed is the other side.

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

In the wilderness on the other side of the planet, Trunks released the spaceship in the omnipotent capsule, and looked at the battlefield in the distance with a last glance, driving the spaceship, escaping into the vast space.

"Namek, I heard from my mother."

Trunks took a hot bath, wiped the water droplets from his muscles with a towel, and stared at the stars from the observatory.

He recalled Bulma's mention of Namek.

In the mouth of her mother, Namek is an unforgettable experience. There are peace-loving Nameks and Dragon Balls who fulfill their wishes. Back then, she was with Mr. Sun Wukong, Mr. Krillin and... Gohan in Namek. Fight your wits with Frieza.

The first time Mr. Sun Wukong turned into a Super Saiyan was on that beautiful planet.

What would Namek look like three hundred years ago?

Are there any peace-loving Namekians with Mr. Piccolo?

Trunks was expecting.

 …

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

"Al, add another piece of barbecue and put more cumin!"

"North Namek wants to organize a football team, please don't sign up if the combat power is less than 1,000."

at the banquet.

The first elder took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath. He could only try his best to hypnotize himself, so that he could control the urge to beat to death this group of people who were drinking, eating meat, bragging and laughing.

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

Like a self-taught teacher, he has learned various recreational activities.

Smoking, drinking and scalding your head...not yet to this level.