I Am a Saiyan

Mila raised her hand and pulled away the staff, with a slight sneer on her face: "You don't understand... The only person who can make a person stronger... I don't want to give in in this game - get out, I must …”

Why is Mira suddenly disobedient?

Tova frowned, moved the staff without hesitation, and activated her authority as a creator: "Okay! Mira, let's go!"

Through magic and scientific technology, the voice echoed directly in the depths of Mira's mind, driving him to execute orders.

It’s not a good thing to continue to waste time with the other party here, hurry to find the Lord Demon King, although it seems that my own plan to collect time and space energy does not seem to be very effective, Lord Demon Lord has his own ideas, but it’s good to use these energy to celebrate the return of Lord Demon Lord… …

Towa stared at Sun Wuming, and suddenly a big hand grabbed her neck from behind—

"Mira?!"

Mila, who should have regained her composure and suppressed her energy to avoid the runaway, restrained Towa from behind, he twitched the corners of his mouth, Tova's order conflicted in his consciousness, but he was forcibly suppressed by him, and the frantic emotions gradually permeated Ascension made his voice seem particularly hoarse and heavy, as if he was enduring extreme pain: "In these years, I finally understand, Towa... Compared with Sun Wuming, what I lack..."

"What are you talking about Mila?!"

Tova tried to break free and use her abilities, but was completely suppressed. At the same time, she also felt that Mira's power beyond the limit was still running rampant, and the messy and ferocious aura had the horror of choosing someone: "Calm - I order Calm down!"

"Enough! Tova! Are you trying to suppress my will?! Impossible!"

"Compared with Sun Wuming before, what I lacked was the roar of the warrior's soul!"

"Tova! You shouldn't give the creation the possibility of self! You gave the creation the possibility of self, and you shouldn't try to continue to order him—!"

Mila's expression was grim, completely disregarding that her basic structure collapsed under too powerful energy. He grabbed Towa by the neck and pressed her to his body. At this moment, in the chaotic spirit on the verge of being broken, only a firm thought was anchored— -Become stronger! Become stronger! I want stronger power and become a warrior to defeat Sun Wuming!

The collapsed body has become an interface for accommodating external forces. In fact, his own design has the ability to devour and fuse other forces, otherwise he would not have absorbed so many warriors' Kiri into his own energy.

"Your perfection! Not the power I seek!"

"Tova! I want to surpass your designs!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

"Mira, you—"

Sun Wuming tilted his head in shock, watching Mira completely pressing Tova and the sphere of space-time energy in her hands into her body, and in the strong thunder and lightning, the purple-black arrogance was burning and surging high: "You can also fusion art. ?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The purple-black arrogance sublimated and filled the air, and the light shone in all directions.

A man with long white hair and blue skin, with a naked upper body, his face looks a little delicate, and at the same time he takes care of Mila's face. A strong tide of energy is surging outside his body, but there are a lot of dense cracks on the exposed skin. As if a piece of porcelain was about to be shattered, light streams of energy burst out from it, stirring up wisps of lightning...

Mira's eyes were full of high-spirited and chaotic fighting intent.

"Ahhhhh-!! Sun Wuming!!!"

A violent and ferocious roar.

Sun Wuming's eyes narrowed, and he vaguely felt the state of the other party...

It's a pity, he is a warrior who finally has the possibility of self and strengthening. Although he doesn't know what happened, the opponent's self is about to shatter, and he is forcibly bonded by the will of war - if there is no choice, then burn life to complete a duel of warriors.

"Mira!"

Sun Wuming raised his strength, and the eyes under the two clusters of bangs became hot. He raised his hand and said with a smile: "Let's have a showdown!"

Chapter 463: A dream of floating life, only I seek the truth

Soldiers should use their will to unleash their power, use their power to practice their beliefs, and win the righteousness called victory.

A warrior without self-will and a path, no matter how strong, is just a large-scale energy engine, and it is impossible to beat the stronger. Even after reaching the limit in the design, continuing to accumulate energy can only give yourself Blow up - that roar that penetrates the soul, is the proof of the strong.

Whether it was the catalysis of the self-will by the spirit of the devil, or the experience and feelings that he had played against Sun Wuming three times, when he played against Sun Wuming again, Mira finally understood what she lacked, but it was difficult to turn around.

I am the strongest warrior, the invincible warrior.

Faith is born from the heart, and the will is above its own energy. When the absorbed Kiri and the fusion of the devil's energy are tempered into their own color, Mila does not plan to retreat——

Since he considers himself the strongest, there is only one choice ahead!

Win or die!

However, at the critical moment when the will transformed into power, Tova used the 'command authority' engraved in Mira's body as the creator.

The strong conflict between the self and the design brought about the desire for power and the endless rampage, forcibly merging Tova with the energy of those time and space, and the anchored will catalyzed the rampage function, which was not only out of Mira’s own control, but also completely out of it. Tova's order.

——Towa, scientists can create guns, cannons, time machines, wishing machines, and even magnificent, magical and even terrifying things, but they cannot create warriors.

It is always the tools that can be designed, not the warriors themselves.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

"Hey!!"

The purple-black and pitch-black rays of light collided and collided, and the intense energy and will covered up the golden dragon-shaped rays of light.

In the end, the dark light suddenly stopped, turned into an arrow that pierced the wave, and slammed into the center of the storm.

"Uh-!"

Mira's scarlet eyes widened as much as she could, her cracked arms clenched together, grabbing the air sword that pierced through her body.

However, the qi sword gave off a trembling power, and when it suddenly shattered, the dense black fragments flew in all directions, and the moment it was nailed into Mila's body, it was blasted out, and the opponent's body on the verge of the limit was forced to a limit.

The roaring beast tried to get up and step again, but the fragments nailed to the body silently conveyed a sharp will, restraining the opponent's body, no matter what method he tried to break free or resist, the too chaotic and scattered spirit was difficult to push away. It comes from repression at the level of will.

Sun Wuming just watched calmly.

Finally, the bright light of the beast gradually receded, and the will anchored in the chaos and confusion took over the broken body again.

"The battle... is it over?"

Mila felt the power of this body, the powerful and fragile power, and was counting down the power of the countdown, but she seemed very calm: "You are so strong, Sun Wuming... I haven't figured out things for so many years, you have been from the very beginning. I understand better than anyone else..."

"what a pity."

Sun Wuming shook his head a little regretfully and said, "Although I don't understand what's going on with you, it's clear that you can become stronger."

"You do not understand."

Mila slowly raised his hand and pulled out the dark fragments that were stuck to the body but nailed into the soul, piece by piece, his mood was calm, but not the usual silence: "I am Tova's work, as a quilt. To create things, I need and must obey Tova's orders... After all, I was designed... a tool, not a warrior."

"What's wrong with that?"

Sun Wuming glanced at Mira strangely, and said confidently: "I was born by my father and mother, why do I have to listen to them? Besides, my father doesn't listen to my mother, and my mother doesn't listen to my mother. Dad's."

It is the same? Of course it's not the same. You are a human-made biological weapon according to the design drawings and principles. You are naturally bred... But is it different?

Different.

It's just that I think it's different, so I'm not a warrior—

"Sun Wuming!"

Mira's calm eyes suddenly sharpened, and he shouted angrily, completely ignoring the accelerating collapse of his body, the splendid and deep purple-black arrogance kept spreading, gathering, and rising—

Win or die!

Now that you have found yourself, why are you hesitating?

I've had enough of other people's command words...

I have to choose my own ending!

Containing a strong will, a qigong wave that squeezed the remaining life, brushed the side of the motionless Sun Wuming, and turned into a stream of light that disappeared in the crack of time and space.

It's not that Mira was merciful, but that his fragmented body prevented him from making more precise and powerful attacks.

"I'm going to find a stronger opponent."

Sun Wuming turned and left, following the shape of the golden dragon, and continued toward the source of time and space.

Mila stood motionless, slowly raised her palm that was constantly withering and shattered, and gently pressed it on her chest...

Sorry, Tova, for not being able to kill him.

Ming Wu himself was the strongest warrior, and then died in one battle, it was a bit ridiculous.

But, very happy.

Time did not speak, but flowed quietly. I don't know how much time passed, and a figure set foot here.

"Huh? Vegeta, there's a pile of ashes here. I feel like there's some Wuming's qi left, as well as other people's qi..."

"Tsk! Don't talk nonsense! We wasted too much time in that **** place just now - and don't get too close! I don't want to merge with you guys!"

"I don't want to! But why do I control a left hand? Give me my right hand!"

"Don't let it! Climb!"

During the self-talking quarrel, Vegeta and Sun Wukong continued to chase forward.

...

...

"Huh? Hertz? Z?"

By looking at the situation in history, Sun Wuming feels that he should reach the so-called source of time and space. After all, the scene in history shows that there is only one king in the world lying on his back in the colorful streamer, and there are no other things, nor It is very close to the state of the birth of the world.

Sun Wuming hadn't seen King Quan, but he saw two people in the shape of Jinhui dragon.

Hertz sat cross-legged on the dragon scales, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was very happy, but the whole person remained motionless, like a sculpture or a

Z looked a little strange. Hearing Sun Wuming's voice, she clearly reacted, but with extremely slow and sluggish movements, she turned her eyes to Sun Wuming little by little, and said slowly: "...Little...heart...devil..."

"Did you lose? The Demon King is really powerful!"

Sun Wuming speeded up excitedly, and disappeared into the distance with a swish, and did not intend to stay here to communicate with Z.

Z struggling to fight the lag: "..."

He and Hertz can't do anything, and they still can't defeat the Demon King... The so-called seal is just that the Demon King tried to achieve his goal in a different way. The other party has become stronger in these years, at least that kind of power makes People don't know how to fight at all, but they fail, and the latecomers don't have the slightest patience, and they look completely unreliable.

No... Maybe this is more reliable, at least in the face of the current Demon King, the best way is not to think too much.

--Um?

Is someone here again?

Z looked over slowly.

...

...

The end of the golden dragon has arrived.

It is directly connected to a place that floats in the space-time rift and looks like a square, and the history that is revealed from time to time in space and time also arrives at the beginning here.

I have arrived.

When Sun Wuming understood it, he had already lifted his feet to the square, and the golden dragon shape had turned into a real dragon around the square. His slender, vast, incomparably sturdy body circled around the square, quietly flowing colorful inspiration. Surrounding Shenlong's body, when he followed the body all the way, he finally saw Shenlong's face.

Scarlet eyes, dragon scales flowing with colorful rays of light, the mountain-like head quietly closed his eyes and leaned against the square. Between the slightly opened upper and lower jaws, there was a huge stone gate, and a pair of huge dragon claws were used to grasp. Looking at the edge of the square, it is like holding the entire square up to the source of time and space, and it seems to be a part of this place itself.

"Oh? I expected that at this point, there will always be some guys who will come to stop me. The former time-space patrol hero Z is here, Hertz, who betrayed the demons and seek freedom, is here with ulterior motives, Dracumilla, Towaben. The work that I thought was a failure, Fuyou, came to seek the truth of the world..."

"Monkey King and Vegeta, they should be behind, they will come after all, with the mission of defeating the villain, and for the feelings that sprouted in this fantasy, you will also come, and why did you come? ? Sun Wuming?"

The Demon King was sitting on the head of the dragon. This time it was his body. It was not like the last time when a ray of will anchored the world, and thus manifested a powerful posture. Instead, it was extraordinarily simple and unpretentious. He looked at Sun Wuming who stepped into the square. , The gray-black aura on his body is hidden and appearing, and a little bit is submerged in the colorful streamer lingering around the dragon, making those colorful streamers tend to be quiet and peaceful little by little.

In addition to the Demon King, there are two people in the square - Dracumilla, who was bruised and terrified, and Fuyou, who had a condensed expression and an incredible expression. The two had different goals and cooperated with each other to pass the Dragon Ball of Time. Success came to the source of the times, but it seems that the answers they got each made them not very happy.

With three people, the opponent must pick the strongest one.

Sun Wuming looked up at the Demon King sitting on the dragon head, and shouted excitedly, "I want to fight you!"

"I know, I can see your fighting spirit, and I can see the will that is integrated into one body, but I have my own goals to achieve, so I refuse to fight with you."

Sun Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then he scratched his head: "That... do you want to stop thinking about it?"

"Why? I am not the same existence as you, whether it is to gain power, start a war, step into the source of this time and space, or suppress Salama, it is all for my goals and pursuits, power is just a means. , the battle is just the process of achieving the pursuit, and nothing else."

The Demon King smiled and said, "I'm a person who doesn't like violence."

"Oh, that would be troublesome." Sun Wuming shook his head and said, "Obviously everyone else said that you should be the strongest guy in the world, and the strongest people don't like fighting, it's really strange - hey! , do you want to fight?!"

Since the Demon King refused, he turned his head and invited Dgumila and Fuyu to fight.

"I refuse." Dracumilla's face was ugly, and she looked at Sun Wuming with the eyes of a fool, "Mechkapra refused to fight with you, can you just fight directly? Saiyan!"

"I also refuse."