blogombal Chapter 845 Demons, Chapter 845: The fear of being brutally beaten by the Saiyans resurrected.
Chapter 845 Demons, Chapter 845: The fear of being brutally beaten by the Saiyans resurrected.
Chapter 845 The demons recalled the fear of being brutally beaten by the Saiyans.
Okay, Broly, Dad has agreed to let you come.
Okay, Xiaoyu, I'll be there after I finish eating.
After closing the Crystal Palace panel, Broly quickly finished his meal, greeted his father, and told him about his trip to another world.
"Oh, you're leaving so soon? When are you coming back?"
The one who asked this question was not Paragus, but Tseren, who had been given a more comprehensive explanation of sexuality by his friend.
"It shouldn't be too long. By the way, how were you all doing on Planet Wanpa while I was away?"
Broly reached out and touched the head of his childhood sweetheart from the same world; Tseley's white hair was very smooth.
"Okay, every day, Luna, Mays, and I, besides studying with Teacher Kaguga, play with Baya and the others —"
Tselai and her two friends were living a fulfilling life on Planet Wampa. They were free to arrange their studies and entertainment as they pleased, and no one forced them to do anything.
If there's anything a bit boring about it, it's that Wanpa Star isn't as lively as Lyca Star. There are no cities here, and the population is mainly composed of demon soldiers.
What do a group of demon soldiers and these three half-grown alien girls have in common? If you have to say what they have in common, it's probably playing cards.
"As long as you're doing well, that's all that matters."
Judging from the increased happiness value on the Crystal Palace panel belonging to Tzley, it's clear that the other person is doing quite well on Planet Wampa.
"Broly, I can actually have your children!"
Just as Broly lowered his hand and prepared to head to Jade World, Tselai suddenly spoke.
"Okay, then when I get back, I'll have a baby with you too."
Upon hearing this, Broly was taken aback, but then readily agreed.
The next moment, his figure disappeared right in front of Tsering and the others.
In the world of adventure, Jade is doing her homework in her room.
"Does a meal really take this long, Broly? Why aren't you here yet?"
American middle school students don't have much homework, but Xiaoyu had no interest in doing it at all. Her ballpoint pen was sandwiched between her pouting lips and nose, and her legs were crossed on the desk in front of her.
The chair beneath her bottom was tilted by Xiaoyu, hovering between the point of inclination where she would fall and the point of inclination where she wouldn't fall, swaying like a rocking chair.
"Hey, Xiaoyu, long time no see."
Just then, Broly, who had suddenly appeared in the room, greeted the familiar girl in front of the desk.
. . . .
"Broly, you're finally here! Ahh ...
The sudden sound didn't startle Xiaoyu, but when she turned around and saw the massive figure of Cambitru, she was startled. Instinctively, she kicked her leg, causing her and the chair to fall backward, letting out a series of instinctive screams as she lost her balance.
"What's wrong, Xiaoyu?"
Jackie Chan heard the scream and rushed upstairs.
He pushed open the door and rushed in, only to see his niece lying on her back, sprawled between the legs of a muscular young man.
"Are you Broly?"
Jackie Chan looked at the profile of the person who appeared in the room and asked somewhat uncertainly.
"Hello, Uncle Long."
Broly was very polite and nodded in greeting.
"Goodness, I'd heard before that kids grow fast during puberty, but in just over a year, you've grown so much! It's unbelievable!"
Jackie Chan was somewhat amazed. When he first met Broly, the boy was about the same age as his niece, but now he looked a head taller than him.
"Hey, Uncle Jackie, Broly, I've fallen down, aren't you going to help me up?"
Xiaoyu, lying on the ground, crossed her arms, feeling very unhappy that her uncle and best friend were chatting and reminiscing on their own.
Upon hearing this, Jackie Chan shifted his attention back to his niece. After confirming that she wasn't actually injured, he sternly began to lecture her: "Xiaoyu, did you turn a normal chair into a rocking chair again? I've told you before, when you sit, you need to sit properly and not adopt any dangerous sitting postures!"
Xiaoyu's displeased expression froze. She quickly got up from the ground and defended herself, saying, "Uncle Long, don't misunderstand, I was sitting properly."
However, Jackie Chan clearly didn't believe his niece's nonsense. He looked at Xiaoyu with a scrutinizing gaze and asked, "Then how did you fall?"
Xiaoyu felt a little guilty and shrank her neck to avoid her uncle's scrutinizing gaze: "Ah, I was also startled by Broly suddenly appearing in the room, which is why I fell down."
Is that so?
Jackie Chan turned his gaze to Broly, wanting to confirm with him. When Broly saw Jade winking at him from behind, he nodded and took the blame: "Yes, Uncle Jackie, I scared Jade."
Hearing this, Jackie Chan was somewhat suspicious, but he didn't intend to pursue the matter further: "Alright, Jade, I misunderstood you. I apologize. By the way, Broly, would you like some fruit?"
What kind of fruit should we eat?
"True bought a big watermelon today and it's in the fridge. If you want some, I'll cut it all up."
The seasons are different in every world, and in the world of Adventure, it's the height of summer.
"Okay, Uncle Long, thank you."
Broly thanked him.
"Phew~"
After Jackie Chan left, Xiaoyu in the room finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks, bro."
The girl clenched her fist and raised her hand, only to find that she could no longer touch her best friend's chest.
"We're all good buddies, don't be shy."
Broly clenched his fist and met hers.
Although we hadn't seen each other for a while and hadn't communicated much in the group chat, the familiar feeling of having spent time together quickly returned after we met and exchanged a light fist bump with Xiaoyu.
Broly and Jade chatted about their lives after they separated. Of course, Jade mainly talked about her own life. As for Broly's life, you can find his past chat messages in the Crystal Palace group chat room, since they are all there.
"Broly, you have no idea, after the Twelve Symbols left this world, a lot of interesting things stopped happening—"
With the twelve talismans removed, Xiaofeng replaced the Holy Lord in his original position on the black aura side. And with Xiaofeng not causing trouble, the yin and yang of this world are now in balance, so many strange and supernatural things no longer happen.
Although Jade is still working as a special agent for District 13, the cases she handles have changed from incredible and mysterious events to ordinary cases.
According to Xiaoyu, these so-called international thieves, financial crime magnates, and Mexican drug kingpins are just a bunch of petty thieves who offer no surprises.
As for why Xiaoyu was so confident in saying this, it was naturally because of her White Shadow Legion. If ordinary police officers and special agents couldn't handle the opponents, how could they possibly defeat a group of immortal ninjas?
"So, Broly, since you've made my life so boring, this time you're going to hell to fight the fake Broly. Can I come along and have a look?"
After saying so much, Xiaoyu finally revealed her true intentions.
"Uh, do Dad and Uncle Long agree?"
"Ha, are you asking a question you already know the answer to? How could they possibly agree?"
"Then I can't agree to that either."
"Hey, why? Aren't we best buddies? Has your true friendship been betrayed now that you've grown up?"
"No, it's just that I think the physical aftereffects of a fight, which I want to quickly adapt to through combat, are probably not something you can handle."
"Ha, what's the big deal? Just give me the dog talisman and the horse talisman."
Xiaoyu didn't take it to heart.
"The watermelon is ready, come down quickly."
Just then, Jackie Chan's voice came from downstairs.
"Those two talismans only prevent you from dying, but you can't avoid the pain. Besides, without those two talismans, I doubt he could fight against me in my current state."
Broly and Jade went downstairs and pointed to the fake Broly statue placed in the corner of the antique shop.
"What you say makes sense, but are you really going to let me miss out on a chance to watch the show?"
Xiaoyu looked at him longingly, like a little girl with cavities who couldn't eat candy.
"I have an idea."
"What idea?"
"When I go to hell to fight, you can just watch the live stream in the Crystal Palace chat room."
Before Broly came over, Jibril and Esdeath had privately messaged him, asking him to livestream the fight, saying it was to be the opening battle for the upcoming Crystal Palace Martial Arts Tournament.
"Wait, is that possible? Okay then."
Although Xiaoyu was disappointed that she couldn't see the event live, she had no choice but to accept the outcome.
"Broly, you and Jade were whispering to each other, are you planning to take her to hell with you?"
The old man's gaze was sharp as a knife.
"If you agree to do that, then I, your old man, will not help you open the gates of hell."
He warned.
"No, Master, don't worry, I won't let Xiaoyu go to hell with me."
Broly quickly denied it, and Jade chimed in, saying that she wouldn't go to hell.
"That's good."
The old man nodded, walked over, and patted Broly on the chest.
"Broly, you've grown really strong now, no wonder you're Dad's good apprentice."
Yes, your arrival may cause the balance of Yin and Yang in this world to be disrupted once again.
So, I'm going to prepare the magic to open the gates of hell.
"At the latest, by tomorrow, I'll send you and that statue to hell."
Tru watched his master walk back to his room, scratched his cheek, and complained, "Master, what you said was too ominous."
"Is there?"
Broly scratched his head.
"By the way, will he agree to your plan to get into a fight?"
Jackie Chan handed over a slice of watermelon, pointed to the statue over there, and asked.
I don't think they'll refuse.
Broly took the watermelon and answered.
"Why don't you say hello to him first?"
Jackie Chan suggested.
"Um."
Broly accepted the advice, ate the watermelon in his hand, took out the Rat Talisman, and walked towards his small statue.
As for the fake Broly, his memory is stuck at the time when the Rat Charm was removed.
So, after being reactivated by the Rat Talisman, he looked at the muscular young man in front of him with some confusion.
"Who are you? How did I regain consciousness?"
"Friend, I am the real Broly, just grown up now."
"Oh, so what do you want from me?"
"I want you to help me cultivate myself—"
Broly explained in detail his sudden increase in strength and his desire to fight someone of sufficient strength. After listening, the fake Broly did not refuse, but was eager to fight on the spot. Fortunately, Broly dissuaded him.
"Let's wait until Dad sends us to hell tomorrow before we do anything else. For now, let's eat watermelon."
Of course, it wasn't just watermelon; Broly also brought out a bunch of good things from his spatial storage to entertain this friend who was pretending to be him.
The rat charm is very magical; the activated inanimate object will act like a real life, eating, drinking, defecating, and even getting injured or feeling tired.
"Thank you for the treat. I'm about to go for a walk. Broly, are you coming?"
After the fake Broly had eaten and drunk his fill, he asked...
"I won't go; my powers are a bit hard to control right now."
Broly pointed to the watermelon rind he had crushed and shook his head in refusal.
"If he won't go, I will. Take me for a walk."
Xiaoyu, on the other hand, was in high spirits.
"Don't stay out too late!"
Jackie Chan gave instructions.
"Understood, Uncle Long!"
Xiaoyu waved her hand, rode the fake Broly, and flew away.
"master.
"
Broly didn't knock; he just called out to his father through the door.
"What's wrong, Broly?"
The old man opened the door, poked his head out, and looked at him with some confusion.
"Here, take this."
Broly handed over the dog charm.
"Honestly, you little rascal, I, this old man, still want to get some sleep tonight, and you're making this old man stay up all night!"
The old man kept rambling on and on, and after taking the dog talisman, his previously hunched back immediately straightened up.
Upon returning to the original world, the dog charm's ability to maintain its youth and regenerate its physical strength was also restored.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master. I'm going to meditate now."
The antique shop didn't have many rooms, and Broly didn't plan to sleep. He simply sat down on the floor of the antique shop and began to meditate.
He could also gradually adapt to his current strength through meditation, but this method would be slower to show results.
"Broly, if you're not going to sleep, I'll leave the task of getting Xiaoyu to open the door when she comes back to you."
As midnight approached, Jackie Chan felt a bit sleepy. He saw a young man meditating on the floor of the shop and walked over to him.
"Okay, Uncle Long, you can go back to sleep now."
Broly nodded and accepted the task.
However, Xiaoyu and the fake Broly didn't return until the morning.
"Xiaoyu, didn't you promise Uncle Long you wouldn't stay out too late?"
"It's not late. It's daytime there in China."
Broly: "————"
"So you're not planning to watch today's battle livestream?"
Looking at the girl who kept yawning and had dark circles under her eyes, Broly couldn't help but ask.
"What's the big deal? You can just use the dog charm to restore my energy."
"6".
"By the way, you can't tell Uncle Long that I just got back."
"Xiaoyu, what don't you want to say to Jackie Chan?"
"Uh, Dad?!"
"Hmph, staying out all night, I—"
"Dad, haven't you always wanted to eat the snacks from our hometown? I bought a lot of them this time."
Before her father could continue, Xiaoyu quickly took out some snacks from the Crystal Palace space.
Shrimp dumplings, steamed siu mai, char siu buns, steamed chicken feet with black bean sauce—
"Well, I'll let it go this time, but don't do it again."
The old man swallowed hard, completely won over, and grabbed a bunch of snacks to eat.
While eating, he said, "I've found the magic to open the gates of hell, and the spell-casting materials are all available at the shop. When are you planning to go to hell?"
"I'll go down after breakfast."
Broly answered.
"What's that smell? It smells so good!"
"Jackie Chan, wake up! Come over and grab something to eat."
"Rice noodle rolls, and these Chinese dim sum—"
Jackie Chan was stunned. Just when he thought he had bought it at the Chinatown restaurant, he noticed the word "Hong Kong" written on the bag containing the items.
"Xiaoyu, did you buy all this? Did you go to Hong Kong last night?"
"I missed my mom and dad a bit, so I went back home. I swear, I rested at home, and my dad can vouch for that."
Jackie Chan stared at the dark circles under his niece's eyes, then looked at his father with a questioning gaze.
"Ahem, Jackie Chan, Jade's parents did call last night."
"He who eats another's food is bound to him," so the old man, unusually, told a lie.
The lie was full of holes, but since his father had said so, Jackie Chan couldn't really take it seriously.
After all, he was quite craving those snacks.
However, while eating, Jackie Chan didn't forget to lecture his niece: "Jade, I know you're rich as a special agent, but you can't spend money recklessly."
"There are two Brolys at home, and Tru."
Seeing that the matter was over, Xiaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After Broly had eaten and drunk his fill, he went into the room with his father.
"I'll open the gates of hell for you. Take this communicator."
Broly took the dried pufferfish his father handed him, without asking why the communicator was this thing.
"When you're done fighting and want to come out, just squeeze this thing, and your father will open the door for you."
After giving his instructions, the old man opened the gates of hell, but before Broly could step in, the old man stopped him.
"There's one more thing. Remember the time. Dad needs to sleep at night and take a nap at noon. Don't disturb him at those times."
"understood."
"There's one more thing: don't let the demons from hell escape."
"Okay, sure."
"There's one more thing—"
Broly lowered his raised foot and looked at the old man with a helpless expression: "Master, I'll wait until you finish speaking before I go to hell."
"This is the last one. I don't know if you're strong enough to shatter Hell, but if you are, remember to hold back a little."
"I've got it! I've figured out a way to escape hell."
"In hell," the Holy Lord suddenly said.
"What method?"
The other six demons immediately gathered around.
"The History of Time"
The Holy Lord's Way.
. . . .
"Hiss, it really is that thing. But using that thing to tamper with history could easily destroy the world, or even wipe out demons like us, if we're not careful."
"Besides that, do you have any other ideas?"
"Hmm, it seems that's the only way. However, the Book of History is outside of hell; how can we use it to help us escape?"
"That's easy. It's difficult for our physical bodies to escape, but if we just need one of our souls to leave Hell, we should be able to do it by working together. Then, we can possess someone, find the Book of Time, and change our fate!"
"Good idea, but who should we send?"
The demons looked at each other; they were all in hell, but none of them wanted to lose their physical bodies.
Finally, the other six demons turned their attention to the Holy Lord.
"No, why are you looking at me?"
"Holy Lord, this idea came from you, and all of us brothers and sisters agree that you are the most suitable person to carry out this mission."
The Holy Lord remained silent for a moment, then began to hurl profanities: "I was the one who suggested this idea, and you want me to lose my physical body and die again?!"
"Your stone body is of little use anyway, so it's only right that you do your best for your brothers and sisters. Besides, if you hadn't betrayed us in the past and forgotten about us after you went out into the world, we wouldn't be suffering in hell now!"
Under the pressure of bringing up old grievances, Shendu was quickly bullied by the other six demons. The stone that Broly had thrown in a year and a half ago was smashed, exposing his soul.
In order to prevent Shendu from committing treachery again after he left, the six demons also cast a spell on Shendu's soul.
"Hell is a space of exile. If we can't get out, even if you escape using the history books of time, we can still pull your soul back."
Just as the Holy Lord, burdened with the heavy responsibility of rescuing his six brothers and sisters, was about to have his soul sent out of Hell, a gate to Hell suddenly opened, saying, "Wait, it seems we can go straight out now."
Although the demons did not know who opened the gates of hell that had suddenly opened, they undoubtedly understood that they could now leave hell.
Since there is only one gate to hell, under normal circumstances, only one demon can escape. Therefore, the six demons who were originally united and bullying the Holy Lord directly entered into a fighting mode.
In his soul form, the entire dragon was paralyzed. These faithless brothers and sisters had completely forgotten their own lives and were preparing to flee from hell!
"Haha, brothers and sisters, I, Ximu, am leaving!"
Just as Ximu used his size advantage to arrive at the Gates of Hell, delivered his speech about escaping Hell, and plunged into the Gates of Hell, his head was grabbed by a large hand that reached out from the Gates of Hell.
"Bang!"
The various attacks launched by the other demons were directly deflected by another small hand that reached out from the Gates of Hell, exploding in front of the Gates of Hell.
"It's you!"
As the smoke cleared, the demons, after clearly seeing the two figures, one large and one small, appearing in Hell, fixed their gazes on the fake Broly. They recalled the fear of being brutally beaten by the Saiyan boy, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
"It's so lively here! Is this a welcome ceremony for me?"
Broly spoke, once again drawing the demons' attention.
The Ximu in his hand flapped its wings and struggled with all its might, but it couldn't break free at all, just like a pheasant flapping its wings in a human's hand.
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