Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes

The phenomenon marked the death of the second anti-celestial and the first killed by a deva.

Once this happened, the tides had turned, the anti-celestials knew who they had been dealing with when their second strongest high-celestial had been dealt with so easily, and the air had become stale.

The anti-celestials turned to look at the five true celestials but one gaze in that direction and they knew that they had no chance of ever seeking help from a group of fearful individuals.

The way they looked at Draco was like a traumatized kid looking at their father after making a mistake.

Draco sat on his throne and watched all of this with a smile; the chosen ones behind him, especially the chosen one following Ash, had gleeful appearances.

Their aura almost shone brightly.

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Had they been allowed to fight alongside their deva, this battle wouldn't have taken so long and it would have somewhat approached Draco's fast paced slaughters.

Unfortunately or fortunately for the anti-celestials, the devas of Portalia were more merciful, being the type of beings to give their enemies a chance before going all in.

A habit they had developed after fighting for countless years.

It was worth noting that Draco was a unique case in the way where he gets rid of his enemies quickly most of the time. In most celestial level battles, the enemies fight for days, months, and even years before they start going all in and using their last reserves to finish the battle.

The closer the difference was the longer the battle lasted.

Time wasn't even considered a problem for beings who lived millions and billions of years and this was obvious.

A year was like a second and battles were considered a glorious event that had to be enjoyed or at least remembered.

For some it was their last battle ever and for it to last a year could be said to be doing them a favor.

All of this was meaningless, after all, the weak always loses to the strong. This was a rule Draco believed and worked with and he didn't have to fight for more than an hour to know if he respects someone or not and that someone would already be dead by then.

In cases like this when the fighters have something to do, it's quite common for the battle to end as fast as possible as one part always goes all in.

Ash did exactly that, and due to the power difference and other factors he managed to end the battle with one attack, even with the opponent trying to stall him as much as possible, which he failed to do miserably.

The other devas seeing this, thought that it was a good time to also end their battles and to the anti-celestials demise, their attacks were beyond anything they could handle.

"We can't keep standing anymore. Defend the juniors!" One of the true celestials who had been standing on the side finally couldn't keep watching and shouted as loud as he could before he tried to rush to their rescue.

Unfortunately, he forgot that there was a reason why they were standing that way.

"Oh my, how bold of you." Draco who had been sitting and watching the battle with a smile saw this scene and spoke.

The true celestial hearing this felty as if a large gaze was looking at him from above, and this made him stop in his place.

"What a blunder." One of the true celestials who were still behind almost slapped his own face at the situation they were put in in a lack of thinking.

"Unfortunate. How unfortunate." Draco shook his head.

"I wasn't planning on killing you anytime soon, but now, due to your little mistake, I have to kill all of you." He said.

"Unfortunate my ass, you were going to kill all of us either way!" Or so the true celestials wanted to shout.

They couldn't, and that's why they remained in their place, their mouths shut.

They accepted their fate; they had to; otherwise, it would hurt more. Not to mention, they couldn't die anyway.

Indeed, they were true celestials; even if they died, they would be resurrected by their altar in a few hundred thousand years.

They feared not death.

But an altar?

What's that?

Draco didn't know of it. He had never seen it; he had never heard of it.

Thinking about it, he was a greater celestial now; he should have his own altar, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Though Draco didn't know of this yet, or more like he didn't care because he was unlikely to die anytime soon.

The altar was only formed after the celestial died the first time.

Well at least his has yet to be formed.

"If we're going to die either way, then we'll at least take some of these guys with us."

They knew.

They knew they had no chance at winning at all, and even killing one of the others was a far-fetched dream, but they could try and that's what they did.

But before they could even try.

{Chaos Punishment}

Oh the blessing of a versatile authority.

The beauty of a versatile authority.

The amount of abilities and spells that could be formed in one second was enough to cause one to shiver uncontrollably.

But it was indeed beautiful to create a spell depending on the situation.

And what else would count as a good way to reward mistakes but a punishment.

A punishment of death.

Death that comes with hope.

Hope of seeing life again.

The {Chaos Punishment} spell that Draco had just formed was but a simple spell. It had but two jobs.

One was to kill.

A very soft and calm death that makes one feel as if they were in a dream, and it shut down, only for them to wake years later.

Two…

Was to let them know of the truth.

The truth is that there was no waking up.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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