Ti 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 beco a greater celestial.
Though it was very hard, or more accurately, a thousand tis harder than becoming a true celestial, Draco was still able to achieve this easily because the teams he had just recently ford 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 an 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 so of the teams that Draco had sent had also t with so 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 sothing about him it would either require the world celestials to directly interfere or for those stronger to co 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 paynt for the effort the teams had been doing and so 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 beco high, and true celestials in but a few years?
No one, absolutely no one. Not a single soul.
The most powerful, and the peak of power only preferred those closer to them, giving them the best of their resources.
The lower echelons had to work hard and even then, they had to stand out if they wanted to possibly get a chance at using the good resources.
All of this wasn't a problem for Draco's subordinates and so of them didn't even know of this, they had worked for him so long that they thought this much was natural. Although they had no plans of rebelling.
Now, these sa teams were still doing their job right, and their leader, Draco himself, was planning on getting so well-deserved revenge.
Not to get things right, but to get more information regarding the anti-celestials for the final battle.
"Are you guys ready?" On the side, Devania spoke to the gathering of devas.
From light to the celestials of Portalia, everyone was gathered around.
The chosen ones, a.k.a. the celestials of Hestia, were each next to their deva, and the look on their eyes was full of confusion and excitent, while the celestials of Hestia had expressions of rage, anger, and, strangely, happiness.
They were finally going to get back at those who had oppressed them for many years; they were finally going to get their well-deserved revenge.
Their gratefulness to Draco couldn't be described with words, but Draco himself couldn't care less.
As long as he got more information that would lead him to his goal, he didn't give a rat's ass.
After all, the second he had co out of Portalia, he had left all of his feelings behind, the respect he had for that planet had turned to individual respect.
He held Devania, Wine, Scholar, Joie, and even Ash on a high pedestal, but for anyone else, he didn't even look in their direction after he gave them their life back.
Portalia was the planet he had been transmigrated to and it was the planet he was going to beco the world celestial of, so for him it held so significance, but things like revenge ant nothing for him when he could kill those in question with his aura alone.
"We will teleport over now." Draco appeared around the group and stated.
"However, only the forr celestials of Portalia will co, nobody else is allowed to." He added.
"Very well. We wish you a safe return." Light hearing this imdiately walked back.
"Lord Draco, can we go too?" scholar's chosen one gathered up so 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 ti to arrive over there and once there, it won't take us much to deal with Angodi and co back." Draco inford 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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