However, this firepower was still powerless in front of King Piccolo and his subordinates. King Piccolo waved his hand, and like a superstorm, a bright blue energy wave whizzed out like a tiger's roar and ape's cry. Soon, a huge fireball rose in place, and the armored troops were wiped out in an instant.
"Let's go. It's time for humans to experience the horror of King Piccolo again." After saying that, King Piccolo swaggered into the king's palace with his two demon subordinates.
At this time, inside the palace, the king was reviewing documents with a focused expression.
"What was that earthquake just now?" The king raised his head and asked the guard next to him.
The guard replied, "I'll immediately send someone to investigate."
At this time, an official ran in while panting. "Not good! Your Majesty, a group of people broke into the palace, and most of the soldiers guarding the palace died in battle. This is the video that was just taken. Please take a look!"
"This is …" The king suddenly stood up and looked at the video with a shocked expression. It showed the scene of King Piccolo breaking through the armored troops.
From the video, it could be vaguely seen that King Piccolo had casually destroyed the armored troops. Large areas of blue energy waves unscrupulously swept across the area, and the rising fireball was like a nuclear explosion, which was extremely shocking to the eyes. In particular, the word "Demon" on King Piccolo's chest made everything look evil.
The king was well aware of this, and his forehead couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
"Who the hell is that person? Did a Demon King appear?"
The king realized that humans might be facing a huge crisis.
… …
One day later, the highest power of the Central Kingdom changed. King Piccolo sat on the Demon King's Throne made of bones, facing countless cameras, and announced to the world, "The era of King Piccolo has come!"
In order to more intuitively reflect the horror of King Piccolo, King Piccolo ignored the decline of his body and personally destroyed a large island in front of many cameras.
Rumble! The moment the island sunk …
Flames shot in all directions, and thick smoke billowed. The huge fireball rose to a height of several hundred meters, and along the rising plane of the fireball, thick shock waves rippled out, forming a very impactful visual effect. It was like a high-yield hydrogen bomb explosion.
"Is this a smokescreen?"
"What's going on? Is this a movie? The special effects are quite realistic. "
"I've been to that island before. It's just like the real thing."
Some of the people in front of the screen were pleasantly surprised, while others were astonished. All of them started discussing. In the current environment, it was somewhat difficult to make these people who lived in a peaceful era suddenly believe that the world had fallen into the hands of a person called King Piccolo. Only a few people realized that the explosion on the screen was too real. Because of this, they were the first to feel that something was wrong and felt uneasy.
How was this special effect? This was clearly real!
Soon, the large words at the bottom of the screen and the continuous appearance of refugees confirmed their guess. The world had fallen into the hands of a demon king named King Piccolo. This was not an act!
"That is …"
"King Piccolo? Could it be that legendary Demon King? We're doomed! "
"The enemy seems to be very powerful. With a light wave of his hand, he erased an island from Earth. It's too terrifying! Is there anyone who can defeat such a powerful Demon King? "
This time, everyone believed it, and the whole world boiled over.
The incident of King Piccolo three hundred years ago had already become a legend, but not everyone had forgotten it. Some ancient martial arts schools and clans still remembered the terror of King Piccolo when he reigned over the world. For a time, all kinds of rumors spread like wildfire.
Then, people began to stir, and noisy shouts came from all areas. Many vagrants and gangsters began to attack shops, banks, and even government agencies …
"From today onwards, the whole world belongs to me, King Piccolo."
"Fear and tremble! Just like three hundred years ago, crawl under the darkness of the demons! "
With a smile on his face, King Piccolo proudly announced to the world.
Thus, under his despotic power, Earth was shrouded in an atmosphere called fear.
At this time, King Piccolo sat upright on a stone chair, his old arm supporting his chin. "Cymbal, go and eradicate all the martial arts schools on Earth. Remember, uproot them! I don't want martial artists to exist on Earth. "
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Cymbal responded, then flapped his wings and flew away.
Looking at Cymbal's back as he flew away, King Piccolo rhythmically tapped his fingers on the stone chair. After a long while, he suddenly stood up and announced to the camera that he would draw lots to destroy cities all over the world. If any city wanted to survive, it needed to contribute an orange-red crystal ball with stars on it.
"Only by contributing this thing called the Dragon Ball will this Demon King let you go!" King Piccolo threw a life-saving straw to the desperate people!
If possible, he didn't want too many people to know that his goal was the seven Dragon Balls! However, King Piccolo was well aware that his body was aging. He urgently needed to collect all seven Dragon Balls and summon Shenron to restore his youth. In order to seize the time, he had no other choice but to do this.
King Piccolo's announcement was like adding oil to the fire, causing the whole world to fall into an even more chaotic situation. After two or three cities were destroyed one after another, humans fell into extreme fear.
In the Kame House, Master Roshi looked at the TV with a pale face. The beard at the corners of his mouth swayed, showing how restless his mood was at the moment.
"I can't let King Piccolo bring disaster to the world anymore. Even if I have to risk my old life, I will seal him again," Master Roshi thought.
"The next city to be destroyed is … West City."
On the screen, when the crystal ball with West City written on it was shaken, King Piccolo solemnly announced with a smile on his face.
Master Roshi's eyes widened. "Isn't West City Bulma's home? Monkey King and Bulma are there." Thinking of this, Master Roshi quickly grabbed the phone and called, but no one answered Bulma.
After making more than a dozen calls in a row, the phone finally connected.
"Old pervert, why did you call me?" On the other side, Bulma said in an unfriendly tone.
"Bulma, is Monkey King by your side?"
"Of course, we just returned from exploring the primeval forest." Bulma's voice was calm, as if she didn't know what was happening outside.
Master Roshi shouted anxiously, "Hurry up and let Monkey King answer the phone."
"What's wrong, Master Roshi?" Monkey King's voice came from the other side.
"Monkey King, it's not good. King Piccolo has now ruled the world, and several cities have been destroyed in his hands. His next target is West City. You have to be careful." Master Roshi briefly explained what had happened in the past two days.
Monkey King was dumbfounded after listening. He didn't expect that so many things had happened in the few days that he and Bulma had gone out.
"Old pervert, is what you said true? King Piccolo has really destroyed several cities? "Bulma's trembling voice came.
"Of course it's true!" Master Roshi replied with certainty. "According to official news, the number of people who have died in the hands of King Piccolo in the world has reached 10 million! In order to celebrate the feat of killing 10 million people, King Piccolo decided to add an additional destroyed city. Ah, he has started the lottery again! "
"Ah! That guy is so evil! I'm going to destroy him now! "Monkey King said indignantly. Especially West City, which was Bulma's home!
"Monkey King, don't be reckless. King Piccolo is too terrifying. You'd better look for Lanchi and Krillin to act with you." Master Roshi exhorted, "Krillin and Yamcha should be on Kerin Tower. As for Chi-Chi, she may also be on her way to Kerin Tower …"
Master Roshi didn't know whether Monkey King would be King Piccolo's opponent or not, so he strongly suggested that he join forces with Lanchi and the others.
"…"
A busy tone came from the other end of the phone, and Master Roshi was dumbfounded.
"Monkey King won't set off directly, right?" Master Roshi's lips trembled.
He quickly looked for Hasky and said, "Hasky, do you know how to fly a plane? Send me to West City immediately."
"Of course!"
Hasky said as a matter of course. As the world's number one godly thief, how could she not know how to fly a plane? This was a skill used to escape.
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