On the throne of the Heavenly Palace, Caesar was thinking with his head lowered.
Every angel in the universe was not weak. If there was any civilization that could have an army of Stage 1 and above, it would be impossible for them to be weak.
It was undoubtedly a powerful force in the entire universe.
At its peak, Asgard, which had almost swept the universe, had millions of troops, and among them, there were no more than 30,000 people with the strength of a first-level or above.
Of course, Asgard did not only rely on its millions of troops and tens of thousands of strong people to sweep across the universe.
Powerful top-notch combat strength, such as Odin and Hila, and the Bifr?st, which was a fast teleportation device, were the key.
Only a few top-notch experts could destroy some civilizations.
If he wanted to truly rule over some civilizations, he still needed a large number of grassroots personnel.
For example, Asgard ruled the Nine Realms in name, but the number of people was small, and the powerful races often represented lower fertility.
It made it impossible for them to station a large number of troops in the Nine Realms.
Of course, with the Bifr?st, they could react at any time.
However, once the rainbow bridge was damaged, the nine universes immediately rebelled.
Such a nominal rule was not what Caesar wanted. At the very least, his rule needed to surpass Asgard.
Surpassing Odin!
However, 500 low-level angels per year was too little compared to the entire universe!
Caesar was troubled by this. At this moment, the high-level angel Leng strode in.
Kneeling on one knee, he looked at Caesar with reverence and said loudly,
"All the aliens have been killed. Your will is our mission!”
Caesar came back to his senses and called Angel Leng to stand up. He asked,
"What happened to the first batch of mid and low-level angels?”
"Eight low-level angels are heavily injured and have been sent back to the Reincarnation Pool to recuperate. There are no casualties among the middle-level angels."
"That alien ship has a lot of Skrull military weapons.”
Caesar nodded. It was good that there was no death.
Although they could be resurrected, it would require a large amount of energy to resurrect every dead angel.
He needed to save up energy to upgrade his angel equipment and king-tier angels.
After sending the Angel Cold away, Caesar began to think about how to solve the problem of a large number of grassroots personnel.
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In the universe, Planet Contra had always been bustling with activity.
It was the joy of the aliens.
Plenty of aliens had gathered on the planet to enjoy themselves, and many civilizations had come to offer rewards.
Not all raiders made a living by looting. Some dangerous missions had also helped them survive.
In the universe, there were bound to be civilizations that had hostile targets but were inconvenient to personally attack.
You can't just send your own army to capture people in areas ruled by other civilizations, right?
That would lead to war.
That was when the aliens could be of great use.
As long as they had enough money, they would do anything!
"Has the news been confirmed?"
Stallone, one of the pirate leaders, and several other leaders were gathered together, discussing.
"It has been confirmed that Captain Svala and his crew, as well as his ship, are all missing.”
A black-haired, cold-faced female leader spoke slowly.
"The horn of freedom will blow for him, and the light of Odge will illuminate him. May the starry sky be with them!”
All the leaders patted their hearts with their right fists, offering their dead bodies a funeral.
Then, a tall, bald-headed man wearing a yellow alien uniform with a fierce face said anxiously. He seemed to have giant blood.
"Then what are we waiting for? That's an angel!”
"The collector offered a sky-high price of 50 million for it!”
"Heavens, I never thought that an angel could be worth so much money!”
"Do you think that they are like giant trash that is everywhere in the universe?”
"Those are angels, and they rarely appear in the universe!”
A leader of the pirates who seemed to have some conflict with the giant man provoked.
He was very short and wore a pointy hat. One of his hands had been transformed into a long mechanical claw. He was still moving the conference table from time to time, making ear-piercing noises.
"Dwarf, are you looking for…"
The giant man's expression instantly changed as he roared angrily.
"Enough, it's awful!"
Stacka knocked hard on the table. It was unknown whether he was talking about the two of them or the noise of the dwarf moving the table.
"Angels aren't that easy to deal with! Oh right, why don't we quietly go over and catch one? 50 million is enough for us to split!”
The cold leader joked.
"Hmph, that's the Angel's base camp, there are at least 2,000 Angels!”
"If I just secretly caught one, why would I ask you guys to do that?”
The dwarf said in dissatisfaction. He was the initiator of this gathering, and the dead alien captain belonged to his faction.
Before his death, the captain had sent some information about Angel to the leader of the aliens, asking him to help him take revenge.
"Oh, isn't it because you might not be able to take down the entire Angel Planet by yourself?”
The black-haired female leader said coldly,
"Do we not know you? Skinning Ghost!"
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