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Although Azmodeus could fight a High-Galactic King and have a high chance of coming back to life until ultimately winning, there was just no point in fighting something so overwhelmingly powerful.
The difference between a 3rd Order Low-Galactic Traverser and a 1st Order High-Galactic King was like the difference between Heaven and Earth!
"If I wish to overcome such a foe, I will need more than just an Infinite Respawn option..."
As Azmodeus pondered how he could go about killing a High-Galactic King, a wide array of his Primordial Essence Clones were working toward acquiring more Galactic Evolution Essence.
Furthermore, they were also putting forth effort into the acquisition of more Loot Essence for the Loot God Racial Trait.
So far, more than 1.3 million Galactic Evolution Essence had been obtained!
As for Loot God Nourishment Rate, well, it successfully made it past the 35% mark and landed somewhere around 36.5%.
"Speaking of my race, I have yet to try out that 'Loot Death' thingy. With so much loot to be had, what is the harm in obtaining a little bit more?"
A power-hungry smirk crept up Azmodeus's face as he looked out at the stars beyond the horizon.
Upon finding a good 3rd Order Low-Galactic Traverser as a target, he blurred from his spot and reappeared in front of the powerhouse.
"Who the hell are you-!?"
Wham!
Azmodeus interrupted the cliche line of the powerhouse, replacing the air between his gums with a fist!
Teeth and blood spewed out of the powerhouse's mouth, but the assaulter could hardly give a fuck. So, with another slap, the powerhouse collapsed into his own Galactic Castle!
CRACKA—BOOOOM!
The castle imploded in on itself, whereas the powerhouse was sent barreling through the material that made up his cosmic castle!
While the Crimson Devil worked toward achieving a Battle Power in the High-Galactic King Realm, a meeting between high cosmic beings was convened at the center of the Archon Galaxy.
With star-filled throne centered around a dazzling, luminescent circular table, nearly two dozen High-Galactic Kings sat in complete silence.
While looking at each with indecipherable expressions, the stars and solar systems surrounding their meetup place started to swirl.
Their bodies were extremely large. Hence, all cosmic bodies looked like nothing more than the lights that added to the ambience of the mysterious, esoteric space.
"Well... What is it that you called us here for, Minthros? Is it another one of the wives of a high ranking Galactic King? Can't handle the smoke after sleeping around with the wife of a competitor. Ha!"
The one who spoke seemed to wear a constant smirk on his cosmically respelendant face. And with an intense purple aura, he stared at the one who called together this meeting of the High-Galactic Kings in the '83rd Galaxy Cluster'.
The 83rd Galaxy Cluster was a large arrangement of galaxies, all of which slowly came together over the long reaches of time.
In particular, this Galaxy Cluster was ruled over by 18 apex existences, all of whom were in the Peak High-Galactic King Realm!
The one that almost caught Azmodeus a few minutes ago also just so happened to be one of these High-Galactic Kings. And furthermore, he was also the one who called the other 17 here today.
"..."
Effectively ignoring the snarky comments made by Televon, Minthros crossed his arms in front of him. Then, with a dire tone, he said, "An enigma has appeared in our Galaxy Cluster."
"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"
Everyone immediately stood up from their cosmic thrones upon hearing this news!
"That shouldn't be possible, Minthros! The last Enigma came in a pair, which is to say that we should've received double the amount of time before the next one appeared!!"
Televon's playful smirk had all but vanished, as it was instead replaced by a weary expression.
Such a look was well warranted. After all, an Enigma often meant the restart or re-order of a Galaxy Cluster...
If such an occurrence was actually right at their doorsteps, then that meant...
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