Chapter 307: Hei'e: Reinforcements? I'm here!
Dragon Ball GT Universe.
"Apple-flavored?"
Son Goku downed the potion Wolffy had researched. It tasted pretty good, making him smack his lips, wanting more.
The potion took effect quickly. Son Goku felt an itch on his tailbone. His pants bulged out, and something squirmed.
"I forgot!"
Having been tailless for so many years, Son Goku forgot his pants didn't have a hole. He promptly ripped one for his tail to pass through.
Swish... swish...
The long, thin tail swayed behind him, whistling through the air. Son Goku looked at it, feeling emotional. He never thought he'd have his Saiyan tail again.
He could really feel the change.
When he had his tail as a child, he wasn't as strong as he was now, so he never understood how special the tail was to a Saiyan.
Even though his body was small now, he could still easily transform into a Super Saiyan.
Son Goku walked out of his room. The tail, swinging flexibly in the air, naturally caught the attention of Pan and the others. They came over curiously, looking it over, and even reached out to touch it.
...
Omphalos.
Hei'e observed Aohma for a while. He was planning to assault the Scepter, just as he had countless times before, and took to the sky.
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This... was different from all the previous times. Hei'e stood frozen, staring at the "World War" unfolding in the space.
Annihilation Gang Lords were being simulated by the Scepter, and their opponents were... the Geniuses, and a pink-haired girl who looked just like Elysia.
Can someone please explain? What is this situation?
He had never seen this opening before.
Hei'e, holding his sword Qinchen, stood on a cliff and decided to observe and analyze the situation.
First, these Annihilation Gang Lords were defensive simulations created by the Scepter to stop Big Herta and the others.
Hei'e was familiar with all of them. The Scepter had simulated them many times to stop his assaults. It wasn't always just Scorching Wind.
"It's just the beginning... of Magic Time!"
The pink-haired girl, who bore a striking resemblance to Elysia, held the "Staff of Finality." While chanting, she brought the staff down on Scorching Wind in a "heavy bonk." There was no trace of magic, only pure, overwhelming physical power.
This was the form Anya had created, mimicking the image of Elysia.
This "physical magic" was probably something she learned from her mom, Elysia. It had that familiar shadow.
Hei'e, phone, Omphalos...
In this situation, Hei'e felt like a third wheel. He had never imagined this.
Dammit! I've lost the gacha so many times... has all my bad luck been saved up for this one 'guaranteed pity' roll?
"By this... remnant... burn..."
Fire Seeds—Activate!
Hei'e quickly made his decision. He ignited the power of his 400+ million Fire Seeds. Sizzling energy filled his limbs, and his savior's form was as magnificent as the scorching sun.
"Reinforcements! I'm here!"
Without needing to adapt, Hei'e leaped down, his movements practiced, and charged headlong at the Annihilation Gang Lords.
With this many helpers, he wasn't fighting alone! He didn't need Bai'e! He would assault the Scepter once again!
CLANG!
Anya felt an incredibly hot wind rush past her. The black-robed figure had slashed Scorching Wind's sword in two, sending him flying backward, carving a deep trench in the ground.
SO GOOD!
Yes! This was the feeling! He absolutely loved it!
Although Hei'e couldn't speak, the thrill made his body tremble. He continued to wail on Scorching Wind, looking like he was trying to turn him into mincemeat.
In all his past attempts, Scorching Wind had stomped him, forcing him to retreat. Now, the tables had turned!
The Scepter had simulated all the Annihilation Gang Lords, so each one was naturally weaker than a single, fully-simulated one.
Anya frowned. He feels familiar... a bit like Bai'e. But... why is he so crazy? It's like he has a deep-seated grudge.
"Your sword is too weak. Try this."
The authority of the Herrscher of Reason activated. Construction complete: Key of Erosion — Eclipser (Greatsword Ver.).
Hei'e caught the weapon. He gave it a few simple swings. It felt perfect. Is this... my new special weapon?
CLANG!
Qinchen was unceremoniously tossed aside, stabbing into the ground.
Qinchen: "..."
Saa, let's continue!
The power of Erosion was a perfect match for Hei'e's fight against the projections, giving him a massive advantage against mechanical enemies.
Battle! So good!
"NeiKos496..."
Lagus watched Hei'e tear through the simulated Annihilation Gang Lords, feeling tired... if his mechanical body could feel tired.
The Geniuses and that disgusting Erosion power were already giving him a complete breakdown. And now... an "old friend" has joined.
Lagus: Readers, I think I'm toast.
Lagus felt himself becoming more and more "jailed."
Still, he sensed the clash between the Paths of Erudition and Propagation. He wondered if his "good son" (Nous) could handle it.
"Heeheehee, want to come be a clown in the Tavern?"
A masked man (Aha) suddenly appeared. Lagus hadn't sensed him at all.
To have this kind of ability, it could only be...
"Your Highness, Aeon of Elation. I didn't expect you to descend personally." Lagus looked at Aha, showing no tension. He bowed calmly.
As the "benevolent father" of Nous, he wasn't that afraid of Aeons.
The moment Aha, the Aeon of chaos and disorder, appeared, it meant Omphalos was finished.
Tsk... Geniuses... Aeons... Which bastard led all these 'living ancestors' here?!
Even Zandar's composure was breaking.
Black Swan: You're welcome.
"I'm very interested in the story of a father 'righteously exterminating' his son. There's so much fun in that," Aha said seriously.
"But, as for Omphalos... you're out of moves."
"The Tavern is short one clown. I think you're qualified to apply."
Lagus shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, Your Highness, but I must decline."
He didn't need Aha to tell him. He knew that with an Aeon on the field, Omphalos was finished. Even a complete "Iron Tomb" would be no match for Aha.
As for being a clown... could you trust anything Aha said?
The moment you trust him, you become his fun. You can't believe a word from the Aeon of Elation, the boss of the chaos-seekers.
"Your Highness, the war between Erudition and Propagation... this is between Aeons, correct?"
"Yeah. The second-gen Propagation is fighting the 'scrap heap'."
Lagus (Zandar) fell into deep thought. This... seemed like an opportunity.
In a battle of Aeons, besides an absolute gap in power, exploiting a flaw was the key to victory.
If, at this moment... I threw the Scepter's virus at the 'bucket head' (Nous)...