Chapter 147: The Evil Dragons Emerge
As the elder's words fell, the seven Dragon Balls on the ground began radiating brilliantly. Then came a golden beam of light Turles knew very well—shooting straight into the sky. The very heavens began changing color.
"Whoa!"
Except for the elder and Turles, all five Saiyans present were awestruck by the dragon's entrance. Caulifla even cried out in amazement.
But Turles's mood was completely different from previous summonings. He frowned tightly, his expression exceptionally grave.
As clouds gathered, the golden light gradually changed color—replaced by overwhelming black smoke filling the sky. The dark clouds overhead began churning, as if some massive beast was about to emerge from them.
"This!"
The next second, the elder's face suddenly changed drastically. He stared in disbelief at the "dragon" appearing overhead, then looking at Turles, his expression turned ugly.
Turles ignored the elder's distress, carefully examining this "alternative" dragon before him—though his heart imperceptibly relaxed.
Yes, the shattered Black Star Dragon Balls failed summoning a normal dragon—because what appeared was neither the traditional Namekian green dragon, nor the previous red dragon.
But one could also say the summoning succeeded. Because this "alternative" creature before them—sporting a punk rock hairstyle, wearing sunglasses, and chomping a cigar—could technically be called a dragon. Just not a normal dragon. An Evil Dragon. Or more precisely, the Evil Dragons' predecessor—the Black Smoke Dragon.
As time passed, the "dragon's" entire body slowly manifested before everyone.
"So ugly!"
Just as Turles relaxed seeing the Black Smoke Dragon appear as expected, a clear voice—not particularly loud—rang in his ear. He didn't need to guess the voice's owner.
"Caulifla!"
Still Cabba. After carefully glancing at the sky's massive entity, he tugged the girl's sleeve, softly calling her name.
But Caulifla showed no self-awareness whatsoever. Face full of disgust watching Turles's so-called "dragon," she pouted, muttering quietly: "It's true!" Then added: "And it's really fat too!"
Turles could absolutely confirm—when Caulifla said this, he clearly saw the posing Black Smoke Dragon's mouth corner twitch violently. Even the cigar almost fell from its mouth.
Seems this thing's intelligence is surprisingly high!
Turles just remembered—compared to other dragons, Black Smoke Dragon displayed far more personality.
Not that other dragons lacked intelligence. Earth's dragon sweated when meeting Beerus—showing these dragons possessed considerable wisdom.
However, when those dragons were summoned, they acted more like high-intelligence NPCs. Without special circumstances, they just followed the wish-granting procedure.
Black Smoke Dragon was different. He wouldn't recite opening lines, nor would he display authority like other dragons. If one really needed describing him: a rebellious delinquent dragon.
Like now—summoned long ago, Black Smoke Dragon still posed there, completely uninterested in speaking.
The elder seemed sensing something. Step by step, carefully moving his body, he slowly approached Turles, whispering: "Lord Turles, you think this dragon has some problem here?" While speaking, the elder pointed at his own temple.
"???"
Hearing this, Turles looked at the elder with a peculiar expression—seemingly wondering how in such short time, Caulifla's "wisdom" already influenced this Namekian sage.
However, the elder's words gave Turles an idea.
After rolling his eyes, Turles solemnly nodded to the elder, likewise lowering his voice: "Looks that way. Let's not disturb him—wait and see!"
Speaking thus, Turles gave Caulifla a meaningful look.
Receiving Turles's meaning, though somewhat defiant, Caulifla ultimately quieted down.
Turles stared straight at the midair Black Smoke Dragon, eyes flashing with inexplicable light.
'What's happening?'
Currently, though Black Smoke Dragon still posed with his cigar, his eyes behind sunglasses rolled constantly, muttering internally.
Because this differed greatly from his expectations.
In Black Smoke Dragon's memory, once dragons were summoned, regardless of who summoned them, people would impatiently begin wishing.
As negative energy's aggregate, though Black Smoke Dragon didn't recite his usual opening lines this time, there shouldn't be this complete lack of response.
Wait—that human brat mocked him earlier.
But besides that? Nothing.
Actually, he'd already prepared—if these humans started wishing, regardless of what wish, he wouldn't grant it. Moreover, he'd viciously mock them, then release the Evil Dragons.
But now? No response whatsoever. His carefully prepared plans seemed useless. The massive disappointment actually made Black Smoke Dragon somewhat depressed.
Thus, the scene—aside from the dull sounds produced by churning black smoke and howling wind—had no other sounds. Momentarily completely silent.
Turles didn't know what tricks Black Smoke Dragon was pulling, but he began carefully observing.
In Turles's keen perception, he clearly sensed the overwhelming evil aura from this massive creature before him.
Unlike Black Star Dragon Balls' restrained negative energy—so restrained Turles only vaguely sensed traces of ominousness, only Vados detecting dark aura from them.
But currently, Black Smoke Dragon's aura was extremely flamboyant. That overwhelming negative energy gave Turles the feeling of directly facing desire itself.
Greed, violence, lust... seemingly all humanity's evils could be found there.
Yet Turles felt no crisis. Naturally, his strength had massively improved. But most critically, this negative energy was more...
'Dispersed!'
Turles's eyes brightened, a word surfacing in his mind.
Yes, dispersed!
If Black Star Dragon Balls' negative energy was a water droplet, then currently Black Smoke Dragon's negative aura was that droplet becoming vapor. Though the essence hadn't changed, the quality decreased considerably.
If facing Black Star Dragon Balls' restrained negative aura—even already the dark aura Vados mentioned—Turles couldn't necessarily be confident.
But if the seven Evil Dragons after Black Smoke Dragon's dispersal also carried this dispersed negative aura, Turles's confidence increased considerably.
As long as nothing like Goku's experience happened—the strongest One-Star Dragon fusing other Evil Dragons' power becoming Super One-Star Dragon—Turles had ninety percent confidence completely handling this.
Thinking thus, Turles's constantly tense mood somewhat relaxed, his mouth corners involuntarily revealing a slight smile.
This smile happened to catch Black Smoke Dragon's attention—who'd been monitoring Turles. Unease flashed through his heart.
'What is he thinking?'
Actually, most of Black Smoke Dragon's attention focused on Turles—because among everyone present, only Turles's power most worried him.
Though dragon power originated from Dragon God Salama, every Dragon Clan member's talent differed. Only outstanding Dragon Clan members could make their Dragon Balls approach Dragon God Salama's divine power.
Unfortunately, though Universe 6's Planet Namek didn't suffer disasters like Universe 7's Planet Namek...
The Dragon Clan member creating these Dragon Balls wasn't particularly talented. This could actually be seen from the Dragon Balls' size.
Universe 6's Namekian Dragon Balls were merely fist-sized—similar to Earth's Dragon Balls.
So though Black Smoke Dragon appeared due to excessive wishes, his power level increased, but still fell far short of Turles's god realm.
If normal Dragon Ball summonings produced planetary deity-level dragons—comparable to Kai level due to wish power's special nature...
Then Black Smoke Dragon, strengthened by negative energy, reached apprentice Supreme Kai level.
So Turles's god realm power posed considerable threat to Black Smoke Dragon.
However, Black Smoke Dragon couldn't worry about that now. Because his appearance time was too long. His power could barely maintain itself—like dragons after granting wishes, about to scatter.
'Shame I can't harvest one final wave of desire power!'
This thought flashed through Black Smoke Dragon's mind. After one final deep look at Turles, his body began blurring.
Turles knew the seven Evil Dragons would soon appear. His body tensed momentarily.
"This... ended?"
Watching the slowly disappearing Black Smoke Dragon, besides Turles, others' minds flashed with questions.
But next second, thick black smoke began churning, then gathering toward the seven Dragon Balls. Soon the smoke was absorbed by the Dragon Balls. The originally orange Dragon Ball crystals slowly turned gray.
After completely turning gray, the seven Dragon Balls circled in the air several times, then scattered in all directions at unimaginable speed.
"Is this over?"
Seeing the Dragon Balls scatter as usual with nothing happening, the elder finally recovered, looking at Turles somewhat uncertainly.
No one answered the elder's question. Just as he felt confused, he discovered not just Turles—even Caulifla now dropped her playful expression.
Besides him, everyone else raised their heads watching the sky, expressions becoming exceptionally grave.
"Such evil aura!"
Cabba's sudden voice broke the silence. His face ugly, eyes fixed on the seven-colored streaks in the sky—seemingly breaking distance limitations, seeing a terrible existence. Because the elder heard trembling in his voice.
"Yeah, I've never encountered such evil aura before. Compared to this, the space pirates we've met who murdered and pillaged planets all seem like good people."
Following Cabba's words, Carrit also spoke with feeling. However, unlike Cabba, after speaking he placed his gaze on Turles.
After a self-deprecating smile, Carrit continued: "Turles, this is the true crisis we must face, right?"
Though questioning, Carrit's tone was extremely certain.
Hearing Carrit's words, the others withdrew their gazes from the horizon, uniformly looking toward Turles.
Hearing this, Turles likewise withdrew his gaze, surveying everyone watching him, then finally nodding.
"That's right, everyone. The real test is coming. If we can't resolve this, the universe's crisis won't end."
Speaking thus, Turles extended his right hand, clenching his fist and holding it in the air.
Seeing Turles's action, the other five exchanged glances, then extended their own fists, touching them together with Turles's fist.
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God of Destruction Realm.
Champa and Vados—watching the entire livestream—currently set up a barbecue grill and began grilling.
Picking up a skewer of cooked meat, Champa stuffed it into his mouth. Experiencing the deliciousness between his taste buds, he involuntarily closed his eyes.
Vados elegantly used chopsticks picking up a piece of dessert, unhurriedly bringing it to her mouth for careful tasting. From Vados's slightly squinted eyes, obviously this dessert suited her taste.
After tasting her dessert, Vados glanced at the projection's Turles, continuing their earlier topic:
"Lord Champa, you mean having Turles-san serve as Universe 6's God of Destruction candidate now?"
"Mm!" Champa didn't open his eyes, still savoring his food's deliciousness.
"That's somewhat difficult now. A few days ago would've worked. Now, things won't be that simple!"
After speaking, Vados again looked at the projection's Turles—his red hair and red eyes—seemingly somewhat regretful.
Originally Vados thought Turles needed considerable time reaching god realm. So after Turles refused her using Whis as excuse, she stopped paying attention.
But unexpectedly, Turles found a special space, utilizing time flow differences—already at god realm when they met.
For a universe, potential life wasn't surprising. After all, a universe's sheer size was there, and Supreme Kais constantly created new life.
But life reaching god realm was another matter entirely—especially life achieving it through their own power.
So now, if Vados wanted transferring Turles's affiliation from Universe 7 to Universe 6, it wouldn't be simple.
At minimum, Whis definitely wouldn't agree!
Hearing Vados say this, Champa showed no surprise—because he also knew this wouldn't be easy.
However, he'd already thought of a method. So he just crooked his finger, then began muttering in Vados's ear.
As time passed, Vados's face began displaying a peculiar smile.
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