Dragon Ball - King of Super Membranes

Along with the black air coming out of my body, my breath also changed. Not only my body, but my surroundings and even the color of the sky were gradually dulling, losing their luster and turning into gray.

At that moment, my breath was like the god of death appearing in the underworld, and the Fangtian painted halberd in my hand was even unstable, as if it was about to turn into a long sickle.

Different from the bloody killing intent just now, what I exude at this moment is the pure power of death, which is both good and evil. There is no tendency, but it makes people feel as if they are about to die.

I myself have been affected by this. At this moment, as a Saiyan, I seem to have lost some fighting spirit and am filled with the aura of death. It makes me feel as if everything is meaningless and the only thing I can do is to harvest. More life, let them become part of death.

I managed to pull myself together, because she stood tall and delicate in my heart. She seemed to be my only bright light at the moment, keeping me from losing myself in this endless darkness.

Looking at her back, her perfect lines, and her long hair reaching her waist, although my heart was filled with the aura of death, it was still as calm as water.

The fear I had before disappeared, and I didn't care about the aura that filled her. As long as I was close to her, my heart would settle down.

But the aura of death around him continued unabated. Although this death aura makes me feel uncomfortable, it still comes from the same source as me and does not harm me. On the contrary, it is protecting me, although it is in a way that I don’t like, so the enemies around me are not affected. I'm so lucky.

The aura of death was overwhelming, and the figures around him were constantly turning into skeletons, losing their original luster.

The surroundings no longer flowed like rivers of blood, but became dry, because not a drop of blood was left, and all the soft parts evaporated directly into the air, leaving only the bones scattered on the ground.

Everything around you is black and white. The black decorations, the aura surging outward, the aura of death, seem to swallow everything, while the white ones are bones all over the ground, without a trace of other impurities, just pure bones.

Among the monotonous colors, my mood was a bit depressing. Although the figure in my heart gave me endless warmth and enveloped the deepest part of my soul, it still could not stop the overwhelming breath of death.

I am not afraid. I have already felt this power. It is extremely close to me, as if it was born from me. Although I don't like it, I know it will not harm me. What I'm worried about is that I don't want to be like this. I have my own path. I don't like death. Innate disgust. This may have something to do with the influence of one of my parents being from Earth.

Saiyans are never afraid of death, because it is just the beginning of a new battle. No Saiyan will shrink from death, but humans are different. Humans value emotions. Friendship and various psychological thoughts are the most precious things for human beings, so death is the moment when these thoughts are cut off. Therefore, human beings absolutely hate death.

Therefore, even though this power is so powerful, I know it is inappropriate and it is not my power.

After I thoroughly confirmed this, the black sky began to disappear.

The violent aura gradually became calmer, and the gray surroundings gradually regained their color. The dead enemies no longer left only skeletons, but fell down with flesh and blood.

I am very sure in my heart that I have no regrets about giving up this powerful power. This is the path I have chosen.