radicalducati Chapter 328 The God's Resolute Determination
Chapter 328 The God's Resolute Determination
In the realm of immortals, the gods were once again blocked before a transparent wall.
Mr. Bobo looked at the God with a worried expression and said, "God, your health..."
At this point, the god's lower body was almost transparent, with only the upper body, above the chest, still maintaining its solid form.
The god, forcing himself to stay upright, gritted his teeth and answered, "BoBo, I know."
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Bobo reached out and slammed his hand into the transparent wall, which shattered instantly.
Mr. Bobo looked up and saw a huge, deep hole.
“Gods, we’ve arrived,” Mr. Popo said.
The god paused slightly, then murmured, "Ah, have we arrived?"
……
Meanwhile, at the Temple of the Gods.
King Carrick II clasped his hands together and slammed them hard into Bick's back, causing Bick to bend over and lie face down on the ground.
King Carrick II burst into arrogant laughter: "Hahaha, Bick, weren't you being pretty cocky just now? Hahahaha!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Carrick II bent his knee and thrust it hard into Bick's abdomen.
Upon seeing this, Son Gohan was terrified and cried out, "Uncle Piccolo!"
Son Gohan's injuries were not serious, and Shang Yun quickly helped him recover.
At this moment, Shang Yun, while channeling his inner energy into Krillin to heal his injuries, said to Gohan, "Gohan, it seems there's something wrong with Kami. Piccolo and Kami are essentially one body; perhaps Kami's soul is about to be extracted, which is why Piccolo..."
Before Shang Yun could finish speaking, Carrick II reached out a large hand, grabbed Bick's head, swung him around and slammed him to the ground, then tossed him up and threw him against the wall.
After hitting the wall, Bick slid down it slowly and collapsed to the ground.
King Carrick II charged toward Piccolo with a laugh, raising his fist to attack, shouting, "Picco, accept your fate!"
Carrick II's fist shone with crimson light, enveloping Bick.
But as the light gradually faded, a child appeared in front of the giant fist.
The child was short, only about the size of Carrick II's fist, and was none other than Son Gohan.
Upon witnessing his uncle Piccolo's severe injuries, Gohan was instantly filled with rage. He let out a deafening roar, rapidly gathering energy in his hands. Then, two dazzling energy waves surged forth, heading straight for Garlic Jr.'s fist.
The immense force of the impact actually sent Carrick II's fist flying back.
King Garrick II was taken a step back by the sudden counterattack. He steadied himself, his eyes fixed on Gohan standing in front of Piccolo, his face full of surprise.
Son Gohan met Garrick II's gaze without flinching, his eyes filled with unwavering determination. He crouched slightly, feet apart, fists clenched at his sides, assuming a steady fighting stance, as if declaring to Garrick II: This battle is far from over!
At this moment, the evil star radiating crimson light in the sky is approaching Earth step by step.
As the Demon Star drew nearer, King Carrick II grew ever larger and stronger. A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he stared intently at Gohan, his eyes sizing up a lamb to the slaughter.
Son Gohan didn't care about any of that. His blood was boiling, and with a roar, he charged forward like an arrow. He put all his strength into it and punched Garrick II hard in the stomach.
The punch was incredibly powerful, causing King Carrick II to cough up blood.
Without pausing, Gohan continued to punch and kick Garlic II in the abdomen, his movements so swift and rapid that it was almost impossible to follow.
Meanwhile, Krillin's injuries had almost fully healed. He quickly walked to Piccolo's side, looking at Piccolo's weak state, and said with concern, "Piccolo, your body..."
Piccolo, his face grave and breathing heavily, said, "Even the gods are probably about to give out too."
Shang Yun had previously used up too much of his Prajna True Qi while healing Gohan and Krillin, and was now sitting cross-legged, trying his best to recover his True Qi.
Although his eyes were closed, he kept his mind focused on the battle situation on Gohan's side, daring not to slack off in the slightest.
……
In the realm of immortals, the deathly silence was suddenly broken, and a sinister and eerie atmosphere quietly spread, as if the surrounding air had been frozen.
As the gods and Mr. Bobo were proceeding with great vigilance, suddenly, several dark figures appeared out of thin air without warning, as if slowly seeping out from the depths of darkness.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a celestial being who once protected the Earth.
These dark figures were surrounded by a powerful force, which, like a surging undercurrent, instantly stirred up a hurricane that blotted out the sky throughout the entire realm of immortals.
The wind howled furiously, emitting a mournful roar, as if it wanted to mercilessly sweep everything in the world into the endless void.
Mr. Bobo and the God of the Sky exerted all their strength, their muscles tense, their legs firmly planted on the ground, every muscle straining, just to barely control their bodies and avoid being blown away by the violent gale.
A bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the shadows, like an enraged dragon, carrying boundless fury, and struck the god directly.
The god had no time to react. The instant he was struck by lightning, a piercing pain shot through him, and he couldn't help but scream in agony, "Ah!"
The lightning bolt seemed to be infused with endless malice, tightly binding the god for a long time before finally dissipating and leaving the god's body.
The god's body could no longer withstand the impact; his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his face filled with exhaustion and pain.
Mr. Bobo was extremely anxious, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushed forward to help the God up, calling out anxiously, "God, how are you? You must hold on!"
However, what happened next made Mr. Bobo's eyes widen in surprise.
The god suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha... Hahahaha... Hahahaha...!"
The laughter echoed in the gale, carrying a hint of madness and a touch of resentment, like the final roar of a trapped beast.
The god continued, "Hahahaha, is this the fate that should befall a god who once ruled the earth? Is this the miserable state of a god after his fall from grace? I am not convinced, I am not reconciled, I am truly not reconciled!"
The voice of the gods was torn to shreds by the raging wind, yet it was filled with endless sorrow and resentment.
The god gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand, and though slumped to the ground, his eyes were wide with rage, fixed on the dark figures before him. A resolute flame burned in his gaze, as if he wanted to incinerate them: "I admit, I may not be a perfect god, and I have made many mistakes along the way. But when it comes to my love for this planet, I dare say, I far surpass any of you!"
The gale continued to blow fiercely, making the god's robes flutter wildly like an unyielding banner.
The god's hands trembled, yet he solemnly lifted the bottle of holy water, raising it high. His voice held a hint of pleading, yet was filled with determination: "Please, let me pour this holy water into the airflow! For the sake of the millions of living beings on Earth, for the sake of countless vibrant lives, I am willing to give everything, even my life, and I will never regret it!"
After speaking, the god's eyes reddened slightly, his gaze filled with earnestness and determination, as if he wanted to move the dark figures in front of him with his affectionate eyes.