Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 316

Chapter 316: INVADING FOREIGN GALAXIES II
His posture was defiant, chin lifted high, the wind from passing comets ruffling his cloak as he surveyed the sprawling domain below.

“Let’s do a clean job and keep all the pests locked in a cage,” Ego declared, his tone laced with smug certainty, envisioning the galaxy as his personal arena.

“Can you isolate the space in a way that no communication can leave this galaxy and no one can escape to call for help?” Ego asked the space clone, his eyes narrowing in strategic focus, the plan unfolding in his mind like a well-oiled mechanism.

“I can. But it will take a while. Especially since I will have to be covert in my actions. But it will all be for naught if anyone uses the destruction element,” the space clone informed Ego, his voice steady, weighing the complexities with a calm detachment.

“That’s the reason you will have another task. Send every single being with the element of destruction to this very location so I can deal with them quickly,” Ego instructed, a predatory smile creeping across his features, relishing the impending confrontation.

“Very well. Then you should prepare for quite the battle,” the space clone said with a smile on his face, amusement glinting in his eyes as he anticipated the chaos to come.

He stretched his hand outward as he subtly released the space element slowly to cover the entire galaxy.

The power unfurled like invisible threads, weaving through stars and voids, a silent net tightening around the unsuspecting realm.

Ego wasn’t the only clone getting busy. Across the cosmos, similar scenes played out, each clone adapting to their assigned domain with calculated precision.

Sitting on a star that had completely lost its light, was Shadow.

The dead celestial body loomed cold and dark, its surface cracked and barren, a fitting throne for his shadowy presence.

From the place Shadow was sitting on, a thin layer of shadow spread, consuming the star completely. The darkness crept like ink in water, enveloping the remnants in an absolute void that absorbed all lingering glow.

Shadow had arrived at a new galaxy as well: Galaxy Tel.

The arrival brought with it the chill of obscurity, the stars around him dimming subtly as his influence took hold.

Shadow carried out his surveillance by connecting directly to every shadow within the galaxy.

Tendrils of darkness linked him to hidden corners, whispers of information flowing back like echoes in a cavernous mind.

“Found you,” he muttered, locating the overlord of the galaxy.

The words escaped his lips in a low hiss, satisfaction curling at the edges as the connection solidified.

A behemoth sitting on a throne just as large as him.

The massive figure loomed in Shadow’s mental vision, its form hulking and imposing, shadows playing across its armored hide.

The behemoth exuded a faint aura that showed he was in the galactic rank.

Waves of power rippled outward, a subtle pressure that warped the nearby space, hinting at untold strength.

“You possibly can’t fight him and expect to win,” the space clone assigned to Shadow advised, his tone pragmatic, standing nearby with arms crossed in the dim starlight.

“I’m aware. That’s the reason I carried out a surveillance,” Shadow replied, rising from his sitting position.

He stood fluidly, shadows coiling around his feet like loyal hounds, his mind already plotting the next move.

“Come. Let’s go to the section furthest away from the behemoth and conquer some nebulas,” Shadow directed, his voice calm yet laced with underlying eagerness for the hunt.

Shadow dove into his very shadow, passing through the shadow realm toward the easiest target.

The transition was seamless, a plunge into inky depths where light ceased to exist, carrying him swiftly through hidden pathways.

The space clone followed behind him, warping space to get to the agreed location.

Reality bent to his will, a shortcut through the folds of existence that mirrored Shadow’s elusive path.

Like Ego and Shadow, the rest were all scattered across several galaxies, prepared for conquest and war.

Each clone embodied a facet of Aaron’s power, their forms poised against the backdrop of twinkling stars, the galaxies unaware of the storms brewing in their hearts.

The sphere of the black hole surrounding the man miniaturized after swallowing the last of the arrows.

It shrank with a faint, ominous hum, the dark void compressing into a pinpoint of absolute nothingness, leaving the surrounding space eerily still and devoid of any residual energy.

“Who the hell are you, damn it!” the elf commander asked once more, except this time a trace of fear could be found in his eyes.

His voice cracked slightly, betraying the tremor that ran through his lithe frame, his ashen skin paling further under the cold starlight.

“I am Astral,” the young man replied, his tone flat and unyielding, the hood of his cloak casting deep shadows over his features, where only the faint glow of runes hinted at the power within.

He closed his eyes, the runes all over his body dimming slowly.

The intricate symbols faded like dying embers, their ethereal light retreating into his skin, leaving a subtle warmth that pulsed faintly against the chill of the void.

“Reditus,” Astral muttered, the word escaping his lips like a whisper carried on an invisible wind, laced with an ancient authority that made the air around him thicken.

From the miniaturized black hole, the swallowed arrows were released, returning to the ones that had released them.

The projectiles emerged in a reverse torrent, streaking back through the darkness with trails of distorted mana that warped the stars’ reflections.

The arrows returned with an exponential increase in kinetic energy, catching the dark elves by surprise.

Each one accelerated beyond comprehension, the force behind them humming with amplified fury, slicing through the vacuum like vengeful specters.

The arrows pierced through the dark elves, killing the majority of them.

Bodies jerked in agony, blood misting into fine droplets that froze instantly in the cold expanse, the scent of iron mingling with the acrid tang of spent magic.

Some, though, were witty and smart, escaping the torrent of the arrows skillfully, or by using their allies as shields.

They twisted and leaped with desperate agility, shadows of their fallen comrades providing fleeting cover amid the chaos.

The dark elf commander, though, dodged the arrows nimbly, remaining unhurt.

His movements were a blur of practiced grace, his cloak whipping around him as he evaded each deadly shaft, sweat beading on his brow despite the freezing temperatures.

The effort of the ones alive, though, didn’t intrigue Astral one bit.

Indifference settled over him like a familiar veil, his expression unchanging as he floated serenely, the aftermath of the barrage registering as little more than a minor inconvenience.

“You all should have just accepted your fate and saved yourselves the torture,” Astral commented, his voice carrying a detached chill that echoed faintly in the survivors’ ears, amplifying their growing dread.