Time passed like a breeze as only a few months had passed and Draco, alongside with his team, were ready to attack Angodi and his team, and...
"Becoming a greater celestial wasn't as hard as I thought."
Indeed, Draco had already become a greater celestial.
Though it was very hard, or more accurately, a thousand times harder than becoming a true celestial, Draco was still able to achieve this easily because the teams he had just recently formed were many and very strong.
Though most of them consisted of lesser celestials, their abilities were broken compared to normal celestials, and this allowed for them to transport worlds for Draco to devour at a pace that made it easy for him to evolve.
And though the number of worlds needed to reach the level of a greater celestial were many, it was still not enough to cause a dent in the reserves of the galaxy.
However, this didn't mean that the many disappearing worlds weren't taken account of.
The Golden Order were doing their very best to know who it was that was making so many worlds disappear at once.
And some of the teams that Draco had sent had also met with some of the golden order officials and had a couple problems with them, but they easily escaped even with the power difference.
Draco's entire plan was fool proof and for the golden order to actually do something about him it would either require the world celestials to directly interfere or for those stronger to come down.
This was going to happen either way, but for now, Draco's every action went unpunished.
The countless worlds that were stored inside the great realm of Hestia were also used as payment for the effort the teams had been doing and some of the early soldiers who were doing good job had already reached higher realms with the strongest among them even becoming true celestials.
Draco was ruthless, his standards were high, and he also required his subordinates to work with maximum efficiency in mind, but his rewards are the best one could ask for.
Who else in this entire galaxy, no, in this entire universe would give enough rewards to their subordinates to become high, and true celestials in but a few years?
No one, absolutely no one. Not a single soul.
"Very well. We wish you a safe return." Light hearing this immediately walked back.
"Lord Draco, can we go too?" scholar's chosen one gathered up some courage and talked to the being he had so much about.
"Hmm?" Draco looked at the little scholar with the side of his eyes and, after a second of thinking...
"You guys can go." He agreed.
In a way, they counted as connected to the celestials of Portalia, and even if they didn't participate, they had the right to watch the battle their own deva were going to undertake in a few.
"It shouldn't take us much time to arrive over there and once there, it won't take us much to deal with Angodi and come back." Draco informed the group that was going.
"Don't worry, young man. I have nothing else to say to that crazy clone, as long as I watch him die, I'm more than content." Wine said.
"Wine is right." Joie spoke.
"As you are now, there is nearly no one in this galaxy who can deal with you."
"No." Ash refused.
"If I don't kill that bastard and his entire organization with my own hands, I won't rest easy." He said.
"Calm down, Ash. I know you were always the one most annoyed about this but..."
"Worry not." Draco stopped him.
"I don't care as long as all of them die in the end."
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