It's been 3 months since the competition ended, and Draco was in the secret realm his main body made in his estate, with chaos and origin revolving around him without causing the slightest disturbance within the realm he formed with an indestructible foundation.
Draco was rightfully not just a Lord right now but a fully fledged King of Essence with not one, not two, but 3 Law Essences of Chaos, Origin, and the Neutral Law;
Draco was now moving onto the last step before he started forming his Origin laws, and it was the filtration of all the other laws he had.
The process was the same as the previous time, when he was just fusing with them, as all he had to do was absorb them and then filter them before re-absorbing them again to fill the void caused by the filtration.
The process went on and on until he completely filtered the laws he was fused with and only completely pure Law Essence was making his body.
However, completely filtering Chaos took him a month and a half; Origin took him another month; and the other laws would definitely take him much longer.
Thus, he was looking forward to the expedition and what it would bring him.
Draco was once again heading to the core of the station for the expedition in an entirely different luxurious vehicle, driven by the guide that was sent the first time.
When he reached the Core of the station, he was once again led all the way to the inside but this time he flew to another path with the horses and met with the elders.
"Draco, you're here. Good, you were the last one we needed; we can move now." The deer elder, who had a stern look, was the only one Draco met when he came.
Draco dropped of the horse and went close to the elder and the two started moving towards another location Draco didn't know.
In fact, the elder was only moving to an empty area, and once there, he turned to face Draco.
"We will be teleporting to outside the station." The elder warned as a white flash took hold of them, only for them to appear slightly far from the station.
Draco looked back and then in front of him, and his face turned serious.
"Soldiers! We Move!"
"We're getting closer to the zone. I believe you're well rested. From now on, there will only be killing and death!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the excited reply of the soldiers once again shook the realm as the weak Filthy that were on the edge of the Banished's area were alerted.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" From the other end, the response of the stronger Filthy could be heard as the commander's voice was heard like thunder once again.
"Attack!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Without a single second of delay, the army moved faster than they ever did, aiming to kill as many filthy as they could.
Draco and the elders stood behind them without moving as they watched the army of soldiers attack.
"Draco." the deer elder suddenly called out as he looked at their soldiers moving.
Draco looked at him, and once the elder felt his gaze, he continued.
"I told you that you would be rewarded for your participation, but have I ever told you why you were chosen to participate?" he asked.
"No." Draco replied as he attentively listened.
"It's simple: we have an enemy we want to kill, and we want you to grow as fast as possible, as our monarch deemed you the only one that would be capable of doing so when you reach an origin emperor."
"And who is this enemy?" Draco asked, knowing the answer far too well.
"Fate." the elder replied as he turned to look at him with a stern look.
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