Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 250 The Battle to Foster Relationships

Chapter 250 The Battle to Foster Relationships

Broly thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"I have already promised them that I will spare their people."

He pointed to the imprisoned goblin commander in the distance and said that promises are very important.

Of course, breaking a promise is sometimes acceptable; Master Aqua taught him a flexible moral bottom line.

However, his relationship with the long-eared forest spirit in front of him was not yet at that level.

Besides, what if there are unknown wives among the goblins?

After considering all these factors, and given that he didn't particularly enjoy killing, he refused Sink Nielbaren's request.

"If I were to order an attack on the retreating goblins right now, would you stop me?"

Sink Nielbaren asked again.

"Won't."

Broly gave an affirmative answer.

Sink Nielbaren pondered for a moment, and her adjutant moved closer, wanting to hear her instructions.

However, the blonde, large-breasted, long-eared commander of the Senju race ultimately shook his head.

Their situation isn't very good, although it's similar on the goblin side, but there are still differences.

Most goblins use weapons they forge themselves, while the forest elves use their own elven power.

Instead of fighting and exchanging soldiers now, it's better to hold off. After all, Ronnie Delaunier, the commander-in-chief of the goblin race, is already in her hands. As for the remaining goblins who aren't very bright, there will be plenty of opportunities to manipulate them later.

"Spiritual power detected. It's a Machine Race!"

Just then, the Forest Elf's detection spell took effect, and they discovered the Machine Elf individual appearing overhead.

After the Machina emerged from the subspace, it flew straight toward them. The Forest Elf became alert but did not attack without authorization. Ever since the Dragon King and its companions were ganged up on and killed by the Machina, no race in this world would easily challenge the Machina, a neutral race with a honeycomb-like characteristic. However, whether the Machina are now considered neutral is hard to say.

"Lord Broly, Lord Rick sent me to ask you, is the battle over?"

The machine approached unimpeded, landed near the Saiyan boy, and immediately began asking questions.

"It's over. Artesius is dead."

Broly answered.

. . . .

"Very good."

Upon learning the answer, Rick couldn't hide his excitement and swung his remaining right fist.

"A reminder: concepts are infinite, and new gods will be born from new concepts. If the Star Cup, which represents the authority of the One God, does not yet have a definite master, new wars will occur."

Even if no new gods are born in the short term, the battles between the old gods will continue, and the probability of the forest elves and goblins continuing to fight is as high as 98%.

Faced with Rick's excitement, the Machine-Type Connector Commander, Einzshi, provided an analysis and judgment of the Machine-Type.

"Yes, we shouldn't get carried away, but Broly won. He defeated the God of War fair and square, so it's only natural that he gets the Star Cup. Then, all we have to do is ask him to bring peace to the world, which should be something he can do, right?"

Rick said with great anticipation.

"Now that the Elf Corridor of the planet has been breached, there is a 91% chance that the Star Grail will appear directly next to Lord Broly."

As for the possibility of achieving world peace, given Lord Broly's thirst for food, there's a very high probability he'll agree; however, due to a lack of information, we cannot determine the exact probability.

"Wait, where is the remaining 9% of the area where the Star Cup appears?"

"There are other remaining deities in this world, who make up a total of 9%."

. . . .

"That's how it is. Lord Rick is asking Lord Broly to bring peace to this world that has been mired in war for too long."

In front of Sink Nielbaren, the machine-type machine revealed Rick's request.

"So what am I supposed to do? Just tell everyone directly, 'We don't want war, we want peace'?"

Broly asked the question.

"No, Lord Broly, all you need to do is destroy the planet and obtain the Star Cup, the object that caused the war. That will be enough."

Sink Nielbaren's ears twitched. Was it really appropriate to say such things in front of her, the extremely ambitious commander-in-chief of the forest elves?

"Should I smash through the planet right now and get the Star Cup?"

Broly asked again.

"No, please do this in a less crowded place, or where Lord Rick is."

The machine-type answered, and Broly agreed. Just as he was about to leave with the machine-type, his hand was grabbed by Sink Nielbaren, who was crouching down behind him.

"I'd also like to know what it's like when the Star Cup appears. Could you please take me with you?"

Sink Nielbaren pleaded, and then casually placed the Saiyan boy's hand on his own ample bosom.

This forest elf strategist commander-in-chief did not hesitate to use his advantages, while on the surface he made a pure and unpretentious request.

"certainly."

Broly agreed indifferently, but he wasn't seduced at all; he simply didn't think it was a big deal.

"How can this be?"

On the other hand, Rick, upon learning of the situation, wanted to refuse on Broly's behalf. He didn't have a good impression of Sink Nielbaren, the commander-in-chief of the Forest Elves, thinking that the other party was a scheming guy. Who knew what the other party was planning to do by wanting to see the Star Grail's appearance ceremony?

However, Rick did not act rashly. Making decisions for others was impolite, not to mention that the other party was also Broly's wife. He did not feel that he had the authority to make decisions for her.

"Lord Rick said that sharing joy is worse than enjoying it alone. He suggested that the ceremony for the appearance of the Star Cup be held with Miss Jibril and her sister Chronie. What do you think?"

Broly cares a lot about his wife. Although Rick doesn't know Broly's criteria for choosing a wife, he immediately thinks of how to restrain the leader of the Forest Elf race.

"it is good."

Broly readily agreed.

"Lord Broly, do you have more than one wife?"

Sink Nielbaren asked with a smile.

"Yes, I have many wives, so what?"

Broly looked at the forest elf and did not deny it.

"So, will you treat them better than you treat me?"

"Not necessarily, but for now, it should be."

Broly was being honest, he knew that even wives had varying degrees of closeness. One factor was the number of happiness points they had given him, and another was the depth of their past relationship. For example, Fujimura Taiga from the first world didn't have many happiness points, but in Broly's heart, she was on par with his master, Aqua.

"Then how can I make you treat me better than you treat them?"

Sink Nielbaren leaned closer and asked, noticing a pleasant floral scent emanating from her.

"As long as you feel happier, that's enough."

Broly answered.

"???"

Upon hearing this, Sink Nielbaren looked puzzled.

"By the way, can you fly?"

"Do you mean flying?"

"Um."

"No, what's wrong?"

"Then I'll take you flying."

"Huh?"

Before Sink Nielbarn could react, Broly hoisted him up.

"Lord Sink Nielbaren!"

Amidst the adjutant's exclamations, she was sent flying into the sky.

The posture was extremely indecent; she was perched on the boy's shoulder, like a piece of pork being carried by a butcher.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back. You guys go back first."

After his initial panic, Sink Nielbaren quickly calmed down and shouted to his adjutant below.

After the Goblins lost their commander-in-chief, the Forest Elves' commander-in-chief was also taken away. Broly brought Sink Nielba to Abant Heim above him.

"I'm going to take the Star Cup and end the war in this world. Anyone want to go and see?"

Broly immediately went straight to the point and extended an invitation, as if the ceremony that brought forth the Star Cup was something everyone could witness.

The Skywing species looked at each other, but most of them were curious and expressed their desire to see.

Jibril was no exception.

However, before that, she had one question that needed to be answered.

"What is this? Is it food you brought up to grill and eat?"

Little Jibril pointed to the voluptuous forest elf woman next to Broly and asked.

Sink Nielbaren: "..."

"This is my wife, a wife just like you."

Broly introduced her to Jibril.

"Her name is Hink Nielbaren."

"How long has it been, and another one has arrived."

As Jibril began to complain, she started sniffing around Sink Nielbarn.

"what?"

Sink Nielbaren was a little nervous. She remembered that back then, when she used her own race's capital as bait to almost wipe out the entire goblin army, it was the sudden appearance of the Skywing race that caused the plan to fail.

"You long-eared fellow, seeing you reminds me of that time I was intercepted by a spell cast from the sky when I was passing through a forest..."

Jibril didn't have a good impression of the elves. She had just been leisurely flying over the elf forest when she was shot down by an interception spell from the sky.

"Wait, were you the Skywing Soldier who bombarded our capital with Sky Strike twenty-three years ago?"

Sink Nielbaren's eyes widened.

"Was that interception spell set up by your forest elves?"

Little Jibril immediately raised an eyebrow. She hadn't paid attention to whether the interception spell in the sky was set up by the goblins or the forest elves. She simply bombarded both sides with Sky Strike, almost crippling them, before leaving satisfied.

"No, that was definitely an interception spell set up by the goblins."

Sink Nielbarn hurriedly shifted the blame, but in reality, it was a spell set up by the forest elves specifically to counter the goblin airships.

However, seeing the Skywing girl's expression turn somewhat unfriendly, how could she possibly admit it at this moment?

It's really like seeing Oken. Back then, when they were fighting the goblins, they lured the goblins deep into the capital. They originally planned to use the capital as a price to directly annihilate the entire goblin army, but they were inexplicably attacked by the Skywings.

Before this, Sink Nielbaren had never understood why the Skywings had suddenly attacked them back then, but now he understood completely.

However, Sink Nielbaren felt even more uncomfortable. What normal person would ignore the battlefield and fly over when they saw them fighting the goblins?

Only the Skywing race, those who completely disregard them, would do such a thing.

But if you can fly, then so be it. If you're strong, then you're impressive.

But if it gets hit by an interception spell, it can still get angry and blow up both sides.

"Was it really not set up by you lowly creatures who live in the forest?"

Jibril was somewhat skeptical.

Stay calm, don't get angry, don't show it...

Sink Nielbaren forced a smile and replied, "It really wasn't us who set it up."

"snort……"

Jibril snorted coldly; she wasn't so easily fooled, but she didn't pursue the matter further.

After all, this happened a while ago, and she has made a corresponding counterattack.

only……

"I don't like this girl; she seems very hypocritical."

Jibril pointed at Sink Nielbaren and bluntly expressed her dislike for him.

You'll get used to it.

Broly shrugged and replied, "It's not uncommon for wives to dislike each other, like Aqua and Megumin, but they eventually got along well. It takes time to work things out."

Sink Nielbaren: "..."

She disliked straightforward people, and even if Jibril was right, she preferred the idea of ​​being insightful to one's hypocrisy.

"You don't like me, and I don't like you either, you're just a troublemaker in this war."

Sink Nielbarn glanced at Broly beside him and suddenly replied.

"What did you say?"

Jibril glared at her.

The next moment, the long-eared forest spirit seemed to be frightened and hid behind the Saiyan boy.

"Lord Broly, she's trying to hurt me. You'll protect me, right?"

Jibril: "???"

It was as if I could smell the aroma of tea beginning to waft through the air.

Broly: "..."

He was familiar with this kind of show; in the last world, Master Aqua and the others would occasionally do it this way.

Especially when facing a significant disadvantage in a fight against others, they will try to use it to overcome the disadvantage and restart the fight.

However, Broly had never encountered a situation like this before, where someone was already planning to use him to cover up their disadvantages before the fight had even begun.

"How about you guys fight first, and I'll protect you when you're in danger?"

As Broly spoke, he stepped aside to block Jibril's path.

Sink Nielbaren: "???"

"You monkey who always hides in the forest, take this!"

Before she could react, Jibril rushed at her.

The little girl jumped up and slapped the other girl's plump side.

"Sigh~"

Sink Nielba, feeling the pain, immediately retaliated.

"You damn birdman!"

The eightfold spell was activated, but it was extinguished in an instant, and Abant Heim roared.

This is its body, and also its domain.

If you want to control the spirit power here to harm the Skywing species, you have to be stronger than it.

Clearly, Sink Nielbarn could not surpass the level of the Fantasy Species.

Two more slapping sounds followed, and her breasts were attacked again.

"Damn it!"

Finding that the spell was unusable, Sink Nielbaren had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and pinch Jibril's face.

The reason she didn't choose her neck was because she realized that if her life was in danger, Broly might intervene.

"it hurts!"

Jibril, in her child form, cried out in pain, but she was not to be outdone. She grabbed the forest elf's chest and pinched it hard as well.

"Hiss~"

Sink Nielbarn gasped, then used even more force: "Let go of me!"

"You're the one who should let go!"

At this moment, the two fighting had no regard for their image, neither that of the Skywing race nor that of the Forest Elf Commander.

"Aren't you going to do anything about them?"

After watching for a while, Ji Kaizhong couldn't help but ask.

"Why bother? A few conflicts can actually improve the relationship between wives."

Broly sat cross-legged to the side, showing no intention of interfering.

"Jiburil, use a little more strength!"

The other Skywing species also gathered there without anyone noticing, but they showed no intention of intervening.

"I don't have any elemental powers; I'm fighting with my bare hands now!"

Jibril felt this was a huge disadvantage, but the surrounding Skywing races didn't think so.

"I can take on a whole bunch of those mere forest elves, even without using my elf powers."

(End of this chapter)