Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 84: Cannonballs finally exchanged for energy bullets

Chapter 84: Cannonballs finally exchanged for energy bullets

"Huh, the Thracian young master wasn't killed?"

The commander of the Armaments Department looked through binoculars at the friendly handshake scene and was somewhat surprised.

"Hmph, that kid Qasim is always spouting nonsense; he probably fooled that assassin."

Marquis Bossier thought of how he had easily fooled the assassin before, and after his initial surprise, he quickly calmed down.

"That assassin seems to be leaving, Your Excellency. Should we continue to bombard them with cannon fire?"

By this time, Broly was already saying goodbye to his new friends.

"Of course we bombed it. If that guy doesn't die, I probably won't be able to sleep well tonight."

As Broly prepared to fly away, the army's cannons roared again.

A dozen or so solid cannonballs were launched, instantly creating a barrage of fire on the area where Broly was located.

The fire engulfed that area.

"Broly!"

Qasim Thrace's eyes widened.

"Young master, don't go over there, it's dangerous."

As soon as the bombing began, he tackled his attendant to the ground and stopped the young nobleman who was getting up and trying to rush to the blast zone.

Smoke and dust billowed, and no one believed anyone could survive such an attack. The nobles and slave traders in the army were flattering Marquis Bosier.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Marquis, for your contribution to the safety of Bosir City and for eliminating that dangerous assassin for us!"

While they were celebrating, the man who had been observing the situation through binoculars suddenly stammered, "My lord, the assassin! The assassin isn't dead yet! He doesn't even look injured!"

The celebrations abruptly ceased as everyone picked up their binoculars to examine the extent of the bombing.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a boy's face was long and drawn out. Most of his clothes had been blown off, with only a few pieces of fabric remaining burning. He looked ashen and disheveled, but that was all. It seemed that the concentrated bombardment had only achieved the effect of blowing off the boy's clothes.

"My lord, my stomach suddenly hurts a little. Please allow me to go to the restroom."

"My lord, I have suddenly remembered that I have some matters to attend to at home. Please allow me to take my leave now."

Realizing the situation was dire, the powerful and wealthy began to find various excuses to prepare for their retreat.

Just kidding, those monsters over there can't be killed by cannon fire, and now they look like they've been angered. If we don't leave now, are we going to stay and wait to die?

"Aino, you are the person I trust the most. I believe in your loyalty and ability, so I'm entrusting this place to you."

"My lord, I am your loyal subordinate, and I will do anything to protect your safety."

As the commander of the Armed Forces said this, he handed over the responsibility of commanding the army to the officers below him, while he himself prepared to slip away with Marquis Bosier.

The slave traders looked at each other, but following the example of the military commander, they all expressed their willingness to mobilize their elite troops to escort the Marquis on his retreat.

"Very well, you are all my loyal subjects!"

Marquis Bossier said this through gritted teeth. He knew exactly what these people were thinking; they simply wanted to control him.

If that monster catches up and kills people, these guys will most likely push him out and compromise, but he has no choice but to be dragged away by these loyal subjects.

At this moment, the Marquis of Bosier thought of his true loyal subject, the former Baron of Thrace, who truly cared for the city and for himself.

However, the enormous profits from the human trafficking trade at the time made him ignore the other party and even tacitly approve of others conspiring to murder that annoying guy.

If the other party were here now, he would probably be willing to stand up for him, just like his son.

As long as I survive, I'll settle this score sooner or later!

. . . .

"What you just told me, wasn't it a lie?"

Emerging from the smoke and dust, Broly, his good mood completely ruined, asked the young nobleman who was looking at him with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"The bombardment of you has nothing to do with me; it was probably the real Marquis Bosier's idea."

Qasim Thrace sighed and quickly began to explain.

"Okay, I believe you."

Broly nodded, still trusting the other party, after all, some of the guards around him had also been injured by the shelling.

If they weren't some distance apart, they would probably have suffered as well. With this in mind, Broly looked at the army over there, and a green light gradually appeared in his hand.

"The soldiers are just tools to follow orders; the real masterminds are a group of people who are evacuating over there."

Having withstood artillery fire unscathed, Qasim gained a clear understanding of his new friend's strength. The fact that the other party could casually retaliate and kill those who attacked him clearly showed that he was not a merciful person. This matter could not be resolved peacefully now, but most of the soldiers on that side were just people trying to make a living.

Qasim was a clever man, and he immediately pointed out the location of the mastermind who was directing the army to attack the enemy.

"understood."

Broly paused for a moment, then responded by lowering the power of the energy blast in his hand.

His body floated up, and he aimed at a group of soldiers fleeing behind the army.

With a wave of his hand, he tossed an energy ball the size of a billiard ball over.

The energy blast landed and expanded rapidly. The group of people, who were thinking about how to beg for mercy from the monsters when they were caught, were engulfed by the exploding energy.

The energy blast came and went quickly. After the hot wind it generated knocked a bunch of people down, all that was left at the site of the energy explosion was a basin-shaped crater.

The group that escaped were vaporized; not only were their remains lost, but even ashes might not be found.

Qassem Thrace: "..."

The lucky surviving soldier: "..."

Citizens who witnessed this from afar: "..."

"He's definitely the boy I've got my eye on!"

Melard waved his arm.

"I've already said, he's a boy I share with Akame and the others, it has nothing to do with you!"

Esdeath didn't hold back in her retort, and her cheeks flushed red.

This kind of power—one person against an army, or rather, crushing an army—is truly enviable and fascinating.

"Sir, shall we continue the attack?"

The lieutenant who was pushed out to cover the rear opened his mouth, then immediately took off his sidearm and knife and threw them on the ground.

"Go ahead and attack, I'm surrendering."

Although surrendering might not guarantee survival, resistance would certainly result in death—this was an undeniable fact. Like dominoes, after the lieutenant dropped his weapon and knelt down, the other soldiers followed suit.

At that moment, everyone could feel something pressing down on them—a completely unreasonable destructive force capable of easily wiping people off the face of the earth; a pure form of violence.

Broly floated in the sky, looking down at the group of people who had surrendered and knelt down.

(End of this chapter)