Plans & Ravagers Meeting

Sitting on the throne, Caesar gazed down at the vast expanse of the universe, lost in contemplation.

In the grand scheme of cosmic might, every Angel held a potential strength, but Caesar pondered if any civilization possessed the capability to assemble an army of Level 1 or higher.

Such a force would undoubtedly reign supreme across the cosmos.

Reflecting on the apex of power, Caesar recalled Asgard's dominance, with an army numbering in the millions. Yet among them, only a fraction surpassed Level 1, no more than 30,000 individuals.

The conquest of Asgard wasn't solely due to its vast legions and elite warriors. It was the combination of incomparable champions like Odin and Hela, along with the unparalleled swiftness of the Bifrost, that secured their supremacy.

While a handful of top-tier warriors could dismantle civilizations, true dominion required vast numbers of foot soldiers. Asgard's rule over the Nine Realms was nominal at best, with sparse tribal allegiances and the inherent limitations of powerful races, hindering their ability to maintain large garrisons.

The Bifrost ensured swift responses, yet any damage to this crucial link would spark rebellions across the Nine Realms. Caesar aspired for a rule that transcended Asgard's, surpassing even the might of Odin himself.

However, the annual influx of five hundred low-level Angels seemed inadequate against the backdrop of the universe's vastness. Caesar grappled with this dilemma, his thoughts interrupted by the arrival of the esteemed high-ranking Angel, Azrael.

Kneeling down on one knee, Azrael's eyes filled with reverence as she gazed upon Caesar.

She proclaimed in a resounding voice,

"All Ravagers are eliminated, your will guides our mission my lord!"

As Caesar snapped back to reality, his demeanor turned cold as he instructed Azrael to rise, questioning him sternly,

"What has become of the newborn Angels who joined the fray for the first time?"

"Eight low-level Angels got badly hurt and were moved to the reincarnation pool to heal up. Luckily, none of the middle-level Angels were injured."

"The Ravagers ship has got some extra weapons from the Skrull Empire."

Caesar nodded, feeling relieved that nobody had died. Bringing back Angels who fell in battle drained a lot of energy and resources.

Pushing aside the usual chill that hung around him, Caesar focused on solving the problem of not having enough grassroots personnel for the throne.

Contraxia, buzzed with activity, a busy spot for raiders.

All sorts of hunters gathered here, enjoying the festivities, while different civilizations put out bounties, attracting both treasure hunters and thrill-seekers.

Not all treasure hunters only stole; some went after dangerous bounties, keeping a lively economy going.

In the vast space, some civilizations had enemies but avoided fighting directly to keep from starting wars.

That's where the hunters came in, scattered throughout the universe, ready to take on any job for the right price.

Stakar met with other hunter leaders to talk it over.

"The reports say Yondo, his crew, and ship are gone. They're probably dead," a tough-looking woman with black hair and steely eyes said seriously.

"Let the horn of freedom blow for him, and may Ogod's light shine on him. May the stars guide them on their journey," she finished with respect.

The leaders stood silently, each pounding their right fist against their chest in honor of the fallen hunters. When their quiet ritual ended, a powerful figure stepped forward. Bald and tall, wearing a bright yellow hunter uniform, he looked commanding.

"Hey folks, listen up!" he called out enthusiastically, his voice echoing through the room. "The Collector's dangling a hundred-million bounty on the Angels!"

Gasps of disbelief swept through the crowd. "Hundred million for an Angel?" one voice exclaimed in disbelief. "Who would've thought they were worth that much?"

"Could they be scattered across the cosmos like space junk?" another mused aloud.

A Ravager, seemingly in league with the imposing leader, jumped into the conversation with provocation. Despite his small size, his pointed hat and mechanical claw gave him a menacing air as he tapped his fingers on the conference table, producing a series of metallic clinks.

Before he could finish, the leader's expression soured, and he erupted in anger. "Quiet, you disrespectful fool!"

Sensing the tension, Stakar intervened decisively, banging the table with authority to silence the brewing discord. "Capturing an Angel won't be easy," he reminded them firmly. "But with a bounty like that, it's worth the risk. We just need to be strategic about it."

A predatory grin spread across the face of a ruthless female leader. "Absolutely," she remarked with a touch of humor. "It will be quite the payday."

Her confidence was met with skepticism from the dwarf, who expressed his discontent. "If it's so simple, why split the spoils?"

"Because," the black-haired female leader interjected sharply, her eyes narrowing, "we know your history. We're not going to let you steal all the glory."

Taserface bristled at the accusation, but the weight of Yondo's legacy hung heavy in the air. They were here for revenge, and Angel Star would be their battleground.

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