Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes

Chapter 272 Preparing To Attack!

The ascension of the new prodigies was supposed to take form in a few days.

After that happened, Draco would form the team, and from then on, every 4 celestials would be dispatched somewhere to take care of a planet.

Aside from that, Draco was currently thinking of another thing.

The race he had made with his own hands and had been doing his best to modify to perfection since he found them.

The scientist version of Draco was never done with his job and for who knows how many years now, he had been working on project after project; some of them were so obscene that if known to the public…

But there was no need to talk about them now. Those were weapons that were being prepared for a battle yet to be known to any being.

A battle that would only come after the obstacle of this galaxy would be taken care of.

But aside from that, Draco the scientist had used enough information from Palkus to continue his perfection of the gomen and now that Draco thought about it, it would be a good idea to bring those bunch upward.

They would form the most amazing team, and they were by far the best entities he knew of, even better than the prodigies who were on the process of ascending.

That was the day the gomen had been ordered to start batch ascending. The world of Portalia had seen another event where countless gomen had started ascending at once and it would take a few hundred years or a few days to ascend.

And that was it. Draco stood in his place waiting for all that was happening to happen and for Angodi to come out before he would attack.

This all took a total of 10 days, and by then, the gomen had ascended, the prodigies teams were formed and Angodi's next plan was tracked.

It turns out that there was a small gathering of elites on the other side of the galaxy.

These elites were the enemies of the anti-celestials, and Angodi, along with a couple other high celestials, 5 true celestials, and a greater celestial, were dispatched.

It was noteworthy of Angodi to lead a team with 6 people who were stronger than him, but it should be known that the supreme monarch trusted this crazy clone more than anybody else.

Though he had his unique antics, he always delivered, and even the trickiest of things, he somehow finds a way around and it was only with his help that Portalia was brought to its knees after countless trials made by others before him.

The crazy clown had a wide smile on his face. 6 red balls were floating behind his back in a circular manner and on his hand was a large hammer that looked like it was out of a comic, but its aura was dreadful.

The greater celestial who was following them was standing right to Angodi and he was looking at the clown in silence.

To be under the lead of somebody so weak was a disgrace to him, but killing Angodi or doing anything against him would be the same as disrespecting the supreme monarch and he would rather kill himself than attempt such blasphemy.

The trip all the way over to the other side of the galaxy would take months or even years for this group of anti-celestials.

But this would have only been considered a problem for Draco had he wanted to wait for them to reach all the way.

Once they were closer to him, he would intercept their path, take care of them, and come back to let the group celebrate their victory while he weaved together some new plans.

This still means to wait, and hopefully for the anti-celestials, it wouldn't take enough time for Draco to become a greater celestial, as that would spell their doom.

"My lord, what do you require of us now that we have ascended?" On the deva island that was floating around the galaxy, the countless gomen were on their knees and their leader, Palkus' father, the first gomen to ever ascend, asked Draco.

"For now, I want you to enter Hestia, and once there, travel every corner and fight the weak and the powerful, become the best version of yourselves, once that happens, we will go to war." Draco said.

"Roger!" The voice of the gomen reverberated, their vigor and their happiness visible to all.

Not a single gomen other than Palkus and his close family were still in Portalia, with only his sister being with him.

Every single one of them had ascended from the young to the old, from the weak to the strong.

A few days for Draco was more than enough for an entire race to ascend.

The significance of this feat only went to further solidify Draco's reputation.

While one person struggled to ascend once every million years, billions of gomen had ascended in but a few hundred.

The first time this race had shown its worth, it was in a war. The war against Fate, and now that they had ascended, they once again had a mission to prepare for a war that was on a far greater scale.

A war against world celestial, a war against an entity that had reached the peak of the galaxy's power.

A war against someone who wasn't a prisoner, nor was his power limited somehow.

It was a battle… of someone who stands at the very zenith. Someone who rules, who orders, and who lives like a king every waking second, someone whose words hold enough significance to turn an entire galaxy upside down, someone whose authority spans over countless light years.

Yet, a little red imp who had only lived for no longer than a hundred years was challenging him.

Someone who had ascended so fast, his trails were something illusory that people couldn't ever dream of following.

Someone called…

"Draco Valenstein!"

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