Apocalypse

20, 40, 65, 82, 104…

Ning started counting until he counted 143. Every single Constellation was there. Both the ones that were trying to save the humans and the ones that were trying to hurt them.

Ning looked at the 5 that were among the 143. "You too?" he asked.

Noraxis shrugged slightly. "You should not have tried to teach them a way to fend for themselves. It makes us useless, and that is not why we do what we do."

Ning frowned. "I should have killed you when I had the chance," he said.

"Haha!" Briss laughed with his goat-like skull. "Even the man you imitate doesn't have the power to kill all of us, and you say you can do it?"

He wasn't wrong there. As Ning was currently, even with his main body and system, defeating them all was near impossible.

"Well, if you really think you can, then we will be ready for you. Whether it's you or him, we won't lose," Briss said.