In another location, Slug’s army was getting closer to Planet Bahert. As Planet Slug was closer to the East Area, Slug would arrive at the planet earlier than Cooler’s army.
“King Slug, we will enter the starfield of Planet Bahert in fifteen minutes.” A cyan-skinned alien standing on the side reported.
“Oh, this is great!”
Slug sat on a golden chair while donning a purple headgear. When his subordinate was done with its report, Slug asked with a smile, “How long would it take for Cooler and his army to arrive at the planet?”
“At least one hour, and if they advance at full speed, maybe half an hour!” After careful calculation, his subordinate replied honestly.
“Half an hour?” Slug suddenly stood up and cackled, “Ha ha ha, it is already sufficient. After arriving from so far away, what expression will Cooler have once he discovers that the Tree of Might’s fruits has already been plucked clean by someone else?”
“Have the army prepare; the window of time that we’ll have to pick up all the fruits, before Cooler arrives, is not much!”
Slug’s voice was low yet filled with enthusiasm, which made evident that this aged expert’s mood was good. His elation was filled with lofty spirits!
Slug reined in his elation and sneered. He had decided to avoid the Frost Demon Race as much as possible until he regained his youth. As for the future… Slug smiled sinisterly, “A Super Namekian isn’t someone mediocre.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
His alien subordinates quickly carried out their duties as they made their final preparations.
However, both Slug and Cooler wouldn’t have imagined that, not far away, a small army has been trailing behind them. It only consists of three disc-shaped spaceships.
In order to avoid to escape the detection of the fleet in front, King Cold’s spaceships had been travelling slowly all along the way, only content with following from not far behind.
“Hehehe, say… when Cooler obtains the Tree of Might’s fruits, and this King suddenly appears, would he be shocked? At that time, what choice would he make?”
King Cold was sitting on a throne, shaking the cup of crimson red wine in his hand, and asked leisurely, “Would he obediently offer the Tree of Might’s fruits, or…. would he stubbornly resist?”
No one answered him.
No one dared to answer him!
King Cold snorted, and a cold light flashed in his eyes; it looked capable of completely freezing the soul.
Familial love was non-existent in the Frost Demon Race. As Cooler’s strength continued to grow, and his Force gradually became stronger, he dared to openly defy King Cold’s orders.
In his heart, King Cold dreads his son, Cooler. If Cooler was as obedient as Frieza, not only would King Cold have to be afraid, but he could also happily continue to grow stronger.
But, unfortunately, Cooler was not as obedient as Frieza!
The incident of the Tree of Might’s fruits was the fuse that completely ignited a full-blown conflict between the Eastern and Northern Forces. King Cold is already prepared to turn hostile, after all, he can no longer allow Cooler to grow stronger!
“King Cold, we are done with our preparations and can attack any time!” His subordinate reported in a loud voice.
King Cold nodded and drank the rippling blood-red liquid in his cup. Then his tall figure stood up, as his long, dark-red cape dragged on the ground, “Everyone, listen carefully, if any conflict arises, completely destroy your opponents, and spare no one. My, Cold’s, strongest army shouldn’t be worse than Cooler’s Armored Corp, right?”
“Of course, please rest assure, Your Majesty!”
“Destroy! Destroy!”
Hearing King Cole’s order, the strongest corps formed of the North Area’s elite warriors, who were gathered below, burst into loud cheers, their blood boiling.
As he watched his valiant and battle-ready subordinates, King Cold had a pleased expression on his face while the corners of his mouth curled up into a faint cruel smile.