There have been no fewer than ten recorded invasions in the history of the planet.
However, every one of them was repelled by the lords who ruled at the time.
The most recent invasion had occurred more than ten years ago.
Karisha still remembered it clearly.
The invaders were alien creatures capable of launching long-range attacks.
They did not rely on firearms, but their physical bodies were relatively fragile.
In the end, they were defeated by the electromagnetic weapons developed by the lord.
Because Kaza Star had suffered repeated invasions by alien races, every lord over the years—regardless of temperament—had strongly supported the development of advanced weaponry.
This, in turn, led to relentless resource extraction outside the Circle.
As a result, the planet's environment continued to deteriorate.
Looking at the strange alien creatures before him, Karisha's first instinct was not to flee.
According to the legends passed down across the planet, the alien invaders themselves were not particularly powerful in close combat.
If I can capture or kill these aliens and present them to the lord, I'll earn residency within the Circle. I'll never have to rob people out here again.
Karisha's eyes burned with determination.
After all, small-time bandits like him barely survived outside the Circle.
There were also countless large gangs and ferocious beasts that roamed the wasteland in groups of hundreds.
To ordinary people, Karisha's gang were vicious wolves.
But in the eyes of those powerful beasts and major bandit factions...
They were little better than stray dogs.
Thinking of this, Karisha's resolve hardened.
"As long as we capture these three intruders, we'll earn our place inside the Circle. We won't have to worry about survival anymore."
Hearing their leader's words, the remaining lizardmen's expressions gradually turned grim.
For every resident of Kaza Star, the greatest dream was to settle inside the Circle.
That dream had not disappeared after they became bandits.
If anything...
It had only grown stronger.
Rumble—
The motorcycles that had just been shut down roared back to life.
The bandits were cruel, but they weren't stupid.
They raised the firearms they had struggled so hard to obtain.
The bullets they once treasured like priceless gems were now stuffed into the magazines without hesitation.
Although they outnumbered the aliens by more than three to one...
They knew very well that lives were worth far more than bullets.
As for the three Saiyan subordinates, their mission was to seize the Seventh Fortress of the Peace Circle.
As long as the Circle itself fell, the entire planet would soon follow.
The Circle contained four super fortresses—Fortresses One, Three, Five, and Seven.
Their ten war slaves had been divided into four assault teams.
The objective of the Third Squad was Fortress Seven.
After all, if all four fortresses came under attack simultaneously, the planet's lord would inevitably mobilize nearby forces to reinforce them.
Meanwhile, their leader, Amosi, would use that opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the lord's mansion and secure victory.
Unfortunately...
An accident occurred shortly after they landed on the planet.
Their squad became separated.
The navigation system was almost useless amid the planet's endless sandstorms.
At that moment, one of the subordinates noticed a group of bandits in the distance glaring at them with hostile expressions.
The three Saiyans calmly retrieved a pair of combat power scanners from the universal capsules they carried.
This technology originated from the Saiyans' home universe.
The Combat Power Detector had originally been developed by the Tsufru people. After the Saiyans wiped out the Tsufru civilization, Frieza acquired the technology and incorporated it into his army.
The devices looked like ordinary glasses.
In reality, they could instantly calculate and display a target's overall combat power.
The three Saiyans put them on as a precaution.
"3... 5... 6... 7... 8..."
Those were the combat power readings of Karisha's nine subordinates.
Seeing the numbers, the three Saiyans couldn't help staring in disbelief.
They had not expected these lizardmen to be so weak.
These supposedly fearsome bandits, even while carrying primitive firearms, possessed pitifully low combat power.
Even Karisha himself...
With a machine gun in hand...
Only registered a combat power of 9.
The squad captain looked at the number displayed on his scanner, unable to believe his eyes.
"The boss?"
"His combat power is only 9?"
"It isn't even in the double digits."
In the eyes of the Saiyans...
Someone with that level of strength wouldn't even qualify to survive on Planet Vegeta.
They were simply too weak.
The three Saiyans silently shook their heads.
However, before they could say anything else...
Karisha, who had been carefully observing them, noticed the captain's expression.
He knew that look all too well.
It was the same expression he himself wore whenever he looked at insects or cockroaches.
"How dare you look down on me?!"
Feeling his pride deeply wounded, Karisha immediately issued his orders.
"Snake Head!"
"You'll charge first."
"Don't worry about conserving ammunition. Empty your magazine."
"They'll definitely chase you."
"They only have flesh and blood. There's no way they can stop a speeding motorcycle."
"If they split up, we'll hunt them down one by one."
"If they stay together, we'll drag this out until nightfall."
"Once it gets dark..."
"It'll be our world."
Every native of Kaza Star was a lizardman.
That meant...
Every one of them possessed excellent night vision.
Among all the recorded alien invaders, none had ever demonstrated such an ability.
It was their greatest advantage.
Naturally, they intended to make full use of it.
The lizardman called Snake Head immediately pulled a long face.
He secretly cursed Karisha for being shameless.
This was obviously a suicide mission disguised as strategy.
"Boss... are you using me as cannon fodder to test these aliens' strength?"
Snake Head asked miserably.
"Of course not."
Karisha patted his chest confidently.
"I'm your boss. Why would I do something like that?"
"This is called strategy."
"Do you understand strategy?"
"If you don't, I'll teach you personally."
As he spoke, he casually raised the machine gun in his hands.
However...
The muzzle slowly drifted toward Snake Head.
Moments ago...
Karisha had proudly declared himself a benevolent old man.
The very next moment...
He had slaughtered three innocent travelers without hesitation.
Snake Head knew better than anyone what kind of person his boss truly was.
If I refuse... I'm dead for sure.
If I go... I might still have a chance.
With that thought, Snake Head made up his mind.
Anyone willing to become a bandit was already someone prepared to gamble with their life.
The motorcycle's engine roared.
A cloud of dust shot into the sky.
Snake Head accelerated straight toward the three alien intruders.
But...
The three aliens neither dodged nor moved.
It was as though they had been frightened stiff by Snake Head's terrifying appearance.
Seeing this, Snake Head couldn't help grinning viciously.
"Die!"
"You damned alien monsters!"
Watching from afar, Karisha couldn't help clenching his fists in excitement.
"It's going to work!"
Being struck by a speeding motorcycle...
Forget aliens.
Even the savage rhinos of Kaza Star would be seriously injured.
In Karisha's mind, he could already picture the three aliens being smashed into mangled corpses.
As for Snake Head...
He could only hope the fool was lucky enough to survive.
But just as Karisha was immersed in his fantasy...
A scream suddenly pierced the air.
Before he could react...
One of the bandits standing beside him was struck by something and sent flying as though hit by a speeding train.
After tumbling more than ten meters across the ground, he finally came to a stop.
The object that had smashed into him—and destroyed the motorcycle as well—
was none other than Snake Head, the very man Karisha had sent to charge first.
"How... how is this possible?"