Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 239 Capturing a Young Skywing Species

Chapter 239 Capturing a Young Skywing Species

"Did your reinforcements arrive? But there's only one unit. With that kind of strength, I can't retreat."

Jibril didn't see clearly how Broly appeared, but that wasn't important. After cautiously sensing her surroundings and finding that no other Mechs had arrived, she felt relieved.

What's terrifying about the Mechs is that they appear in clusters; one or two mechs aren't a big deal.

Broly was a bit stunned. He had just transmigrated to the present of the new world and saw a wife he didn't recognize beating up another wife he didn't recognize either.

Meanwhile, his wife, who seemed to be preparing some powerful move in the distance, appeared to have gained a huge advantage and was about to kill the woman at his feet.

In situations where both parties are targets approved by Crystal Palace, what should one do?

After thinking for a moment, Broly decided to stop the person he was trying to seduce from the distance from trying to kill the person he was trying to seduce from the other side.

"Miss Jibril over there, could you please stop?"

Broly asked very politely.

"What are you talking about, you newcomer? Oh, I get it, you're stalling for time. You guys are really surprising, you've even learned to stall for time with words..."

Jibril wasn't surprised that Broly called her by her name directly; the synchronized thinking of the Machine Race wasn't a secret. However, she mistook the Saiyan boy for a Machine Race and marveled at his use of words to stall for time.

"I don't know who you are, but the Skywing race on the other side is targeting me, so please run away as soon as possible."

Hughie had originally planned to only protect the ring on her hand, but the boy's sudden appearance shattered her plans.

According to the covenant established by Rick, no new casualties are allowed; any further casualties would mean the failure of this game to end the war.

She struggled to support her broken mechanical body, and the thrusters at the broken leg lit up, preparing to move her body to another location.

She wanted to buy the strange boy who had suddenly appeared some time to escape.

However, after only a short time after takeoff, it fell from the sky due to damage to its internal energy circuits.

Broly: "..."

He could only run over and catch the falling mechanical girl, so he didn't have time to pay attention to Jibril over there.

"Sky Strike!"

At this moment, Jibril had also gathered enough energy, and the terrifying Heavenly Strike energy struck Broly at the spot where he caught Schwie.

Exhausted, Jibril's body rapidly shrank. She looked at the two figures who hadn't managed to dodge her attack in the end, and her face fell.

"Ah, so that iron lump really is powerless after all. I should have just gone over and cut off her head."

Jibril watched nervously as the energy ball from her Sky Strike still lingered.

She now only hoped that the two hit machine bodies were tough enough, preferably with intact heads, so she could take them back as spoils of war.

"Please, just keep the head of that Mech named Shubi!"

Jibril's prayers had an effect, but Shubi was left with not only her head but also her mangled body.

Broly's energy barrier easily blocked the Sky Strike attack unleashed by the Skywing, which was made by gathering all the spirit power of its own spirit corridor.

Walking out of the blazing fire, the boy carrying Shubi quickly leaped in front of Jibril, who was in her infant form and could hardly believe it.

"You're not a machine race?"

She asked it.

"What is a machine-type?"

Broly asked, puzzled.

"The thing in your hand is a Mech."

"oh."

Broly looked as if he had just learned something new, and the tip of the tail wrapped around his waist swayed instinctively.

"What exactly are you? Are you a beastman?"

Jibril noticed his tail and was somewhat suspicious.

"But this doesn't make sense. How could a mere creature from the bottom of the sequence possibly withstand my Heavenly Strike?"

In this world, races are ranked.

Those of sequence level six and above are called life.

Those below sequence level six are considered living organisms.

However, there is a huge difference between life and individual organisms.

Generally speaking, a Celestial Wing species individual of Sequence Level 6 can challenge a legion of creatures of Sequence Level 6 or lower.

Moreover, in terms of the outcome of the battle, it is highly likely that a single high-sequence-level individual life form will win.

"Could it be that you are a mutated individual of the beastman race?"

However, there are also unexpected situations. For example, some mutant individuals that may emerge within a race may become creatures with a higher sequence level than their own race.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm a Saiyan, a Saiyan from Planet Vampa. My name is Broly, and I just arrived in this world. You should have seen me."

Broly introduced himself.

"Saiyan?"

Jibril had never heard of this race, but now didn't seem like the time to investigate. She had exhausted all her strength, while the enemy, having withstood her Sky Strike, still appeared completely at ease.

"So, this is the end of my life? I never imagined that I would end my life because of a casual hunt."

In this chaotic world filled with bloodshed, the Skywing race enjoys the act of wantonly slaughtering other races, but it is not uncommon for them to be killed by other races by accident.

Jibril accepted her impending death, but she would not give up the fight until her last breath.

Suddenly, the young Jibril got up from the ground, clenched her little fist, and punched the Saiyan boy in front of her in the cheek.

Her little fist landed, but it didn't hurt at all. Jibril looked defiant, and Broly, who had changed to a hugging position with Shubi, grabbed the collar connecting the blouse to her neck with one hand and lifted her up onto his shoulder.

"You won't die, because I won't hurt you, but I won't allow you to hurt her either."

The young Jibril was being carried on Broly's shoulder, but she was very restless, kicking her arms and legs, trying to get off the boy's shoulder.

However, this didn't help.

Even if she hadn't exhausted her power, she probably still wouldn't be able to break free from Broly's power.

"So, what do I need to do now?"

The situation I encountered after this time travel was quite unusual. As soon as I entered, I saw my wife beating me. Although I managed to stop her, the surrounding area was a wasteland.

The sky was hazy and gray, and his perception of air was severely impaired. There were traces of air everywhere in the atmosphere, so all he could perceive was a hazy gray.

It was like a person with normal vision suddenly being placed in a fog where they couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, which left Broly somewhat bewildered.

"that……"

A soft, sweet voice came from my arms.

Broly lowered his head.

He came face to face with a disguised human eye and a mechanical eye whose outer skin had melted.

"Can you put me down now?"

Hugh asked.

She's still a bit bewildered by how things have turned out, but it seems she's survived.

Do you need treatment?

After putting Shubi down, Broly asked the mechanical girl a question.

"Do you know how to repair a machine?"

Hugh asked in return.

"How about I transfer some life energy to you?"

Broly said it, and he did it.

But it was no use; as a mechanical life form, Shubi's life energy could not heal her damaged body.

(End of this chapter)