With the sky now cloaked in dark clouds, a peculiar particle seemed to form in the space around them, fostering a habitat supporting certain unique entities.
Following this, the doors of the spaceship finally opened.
In an instant, countless armored warriors emerged, forming two strikingly neat lines before the spaceship.
Soon after, the demonic leaders who had waged cosmic battles alongside Slug began to emerge.
Lastly, Slug himself appeared, stepping into his old age.
Despite his advanced years, his figure was still imposing, and his presence was commanding, showing no signs of his decrepit age.
Of course, this was because those present did not know how powerful Slug had been at his peak.
Only with a before and after comparison would they understand the difference.
"So this is Planet Namek? Despite being a life-bearing planet, it's quite barren."
"And they, they must be your kin, Lord Slug? They look quite similar to you and possess considerable strength."
Angila evaluated Planet Namek and then spoke upon seeing the Namekians prepared for battle in the distance.
"According to the data, most have power levels around several thousand. If it were daylight, we might not stand a chance against them. But under the cover of the demonic mist, this place will be our domain! Our powers will be doubled here," Dorodabo said with a sinister smile.
Impressed by the Namekians' strength, they were even more confident.
This confidence stemmed from the transformative demonic mist.
"No, apart from Lord Slug's kin, there are others from different planets here." Medamatcha spotted Lin Chuan and Gohan and exclaimed.
Hearing his subordinate's report, Slug walked to the forefront.
He glanced over the younger generation of Namekians who resembled his youthful self and took a deep breath.
"This is my homeland, and these are my people... Heh heh~! Such a grand welcome for my return. I'm quite flattered." Slug's gaze swept over everyone, following Medamatcha's remark to Lin Chuan and Gohan.
"Humans, huh? With tails? I see, these two, one big and one small, must be Saiyans." Slug recognized Lin Chuan and Gohan's identities in an instant.
Saiyans had served him in his memory, but after his fallout with King Cold, he kept a low profile.
Today, he still remembers the army of monkeys bred by King Cold.
The so-called warrior race...
But he remembered that after Planet Vegeta was destroyed by Frieza decades ago, aside from a few like Vegeta, there seemed to be no Saiyans left.
Were these Saiyans from Earth who had come to Planet Namek?
Or were they other Saiyans who had drifted here?
After pondering for a moment, Slug dismissed the thought.
To him, Saiyans were just barbaric monkeys, their strength insignificant.
His goal was the Dragon Balls, and everything else was trivial.
...
The atmosphere was incredibly tense.
With both forces in opposition, neither side made the first move.
Eventually, Nail stepped forward.
As a representative of the Namekians and a spokesman for the Grand Elder, he had a role to play.
"So, you're Slug, the child sent away from Planet Namek years ago."
"Now that you're back, you've brought many aliens and released a mist, changing our planet's environment. What are your intentions?"
With his question posed, Nail's expression was less than friendly.
Understandably, he wasn't opposed to a fellow Namekian returning, but why attack their home planet immediately upon return?
"What are my intentions? How dare a junior like you question me?"
"Summon someone of my rank to speak."
Slug responded curtly.
Had it not been for their shared kinship, his earlier remarks would have warranted death.
He considered his status highly, so he paid little heed to the younger generations.
"You!!!" With Slug's overt suppression, Nail's face turned red to purple.
Indeed, he was a junior, as there were elders above him.
Those were the Grand Elder's direct children, like Slug.
Years ago, the Grand Elder, as the sole survivor, created 108 Namekians, of which only about a dozen elders remained...
"Let me speak," Piccolo stepped forward, seeing that Nail was too flustered to respond.
In terms of generation, he was indeed comparable to Slug.
Although he was a child expelled by King Piccolo, he was more than that.
He was reborn, inheriting everything from King Piccolo.
And he stepped forward not just because he was irritated by Slug's arrogance.
Even King Piccolo disdained such behavior.
"Still a youngster? Aren't there any elders left in your tribe?" Slug prepared to exert pressure but then
 Noticed Piccolo seemed different from the others.
Without a doubt, the power gap was immense.
"Hmph! I'm no youngster you speak of! Rather than waste time with talk, I prefer to get straight to the point! You, who have returned, are here to invade, aren't you? Otherwise, why release such a harmful demonic mist?" Piccolo said directly.
Hearing this, Slug glared, sensing something.
He realized this clan member, like him, had been imbued with the power of demons.
"Ah, so that's why you dare stand up. You, like us, have been baptized by demonic power."
"Good, you have some qualifications to speak with me! Then I won't hide it anymore."
Slug's expression turned vicious with those words: "I've come for the Dragon Balls! If you hand them over, all will be well. After I achieve my wish, I will leave..."
Before he could finish, Piccolo scoffed, "Are you deluding yourself? Let me guess, you're considering using the Dragon Balls to become young again?"
With that, Slug's eyes widened.
Not only was his offer bluntly rejected, but his wish was also seen through.
Instantly, Slug's expression darkened.
His worst fear was confirmed.
"Hmph! So be it. Then there's nothing more to discuss. The Dragon Balls must be mine!"
With a cold snort and a threatening tone, Slug made his position clear.
Realizing his intent and his minions' understanding instantly, all displayed cruel smiles.
They were demons by nature, born to kill!
"Defy Lord Slug! A capital offense!!! Minions!! Attack!!!" Dorodabo commanded.
In the next second, hundreds of armored warriors surged forward like a swarm, marking the start of the battle.
"Kinsmen, defend our home!! Resist the invaders!!" Nail commanded, with the battle-ready Namekians launching into action, fearless.
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