The next day, Yamon returned and blinked in surprise, finding Pef had already ascended to Tier 4.

"Lord Pef...this is a surprise indeed."Yamon muttered, sitting down at Pef's tea table.

Pef tapped the wall, activating a few high level arrays to ensure privacy.

"Veritas Legion has a rather peculiar cultivation. Our enemies are our food." Pef allowed with a thin smile.

The Archdevil nodded cautiously. "I remember them being rather feared, even the normal soldiers. So that's why those ants grow in ranks so fast."

"Tell me Lord Yamon, what was the purpose of that army again?" Pef asked with a wide smile.

"...To defeat Yama." the devil said thoughtfully.

"Already done. Now, I will need my Legion recruits back. But I am willing to trade all the devils that Yama has in return. It's fair, right?" our hero asked in a mild tone.

Yamon blinked and then nodded in defeat. "I see. On the other hand, I am without rival now. It's not a loss, even if I spent tons of pills to upgrade my ants to higher levels."

Pef grinned victoriously and held a hand out. "Come visit my galaxy, Archdevil. Easier to unload my troops that way."

Yamon sighed and shook his hand, vanishing from the world.

Soon enough, the devil unloaded the Legion ants and their ships, while Pef distributed the ants onto various planets to continue training.

Millions of them were already upgraded to Saint rank, and over a billion to Monarch level.

A hundred were already Tier 1 divine ants, which was quite a big boon. For Pef.

"When I am ready to open the gate, I will need your support, Archdevil. Perhaps the enemies are already besieging it from the other side. Better to fight them at a choke point." Pef argued via his avatar.

Yamon hummed to himself, while eying Faith and Reason as they sparred with light-speed moves.

"It will take some years to gain full control over the galaxy, but I will have trillions of weaker troops. If I could make contact with the Devil Realm..." Yamon mused and sipped the fragrant tea.

Pef nodded and offered him a White Meridian Pill. "It is the same for the Legion, Lord Yamon. We are without support and aid here. But, with this pill and the wealth of knowledge from your armor, you should be much better prepared. "

"Is this a Legion cultivation pill?" Yamon asked while examining the meridian pill with his coresense.

"Well, it's a weaker version made with local materials. But it does boost the soul greatly. And goliths target the soul most of the times." Pef said politely and then sipped more tea.

"The devils and the dragons should be mostly fine then. We do have stronger souls, both in attack and defense. More defense for the dragons, of course." Yamon replied with a glance towards Drake, the young dragonkin smith.

Pef nodded as well. Drake was merely a Saint rank, but his soul strength was near his own, or Yamon's. Which is why the boy could soulsmith Tier 3 weapons, despite his low cultivation. The extra memories carried with the silver aura helped as well.

"Anyway. My Count territory will remain as a Legion bastion here, since I earned it fair and square. I think Krissa might become the new Count after I leave. And I trust you will support her, right?" Pef explained with a gentle voice and a hidden threat behind the kind words.

"The artist sister? Well...she would make a rather poor soldier, I guess." Yamon mused out loud, eyes glinting while he considered scenarios.

"Krissa would make a decent warrior, after receiving the Legion's cultivation and sword skills. Count level at least. But warriors are not soldiers. We march in step and die screaming, while facing enemies a thousand times too strong. She is a more individual type." Pef replied with a sad voice.

There was no need to let Krissa die pointlessly, just like his clothes designer did. Lady Si. Artists did make poor soldiers.

Perhaps she would survive, even if the Legion did not.

"I will watch over her, Veritas soldier. You spared a trillion devil lives by eliminating Yama for me." Yamon decided as he gulped the white pill and exploded with qi.

Pef glanced at Reason with a knowing look. 'I'll make sure he does.' the weapon replied wordlessly and then spoke a few Words.

'You are too kind for this cruel world, silly Pef.' Faith added with a head shake.

Pef nodded sagely and poured more tea.

He had to visit Count Argil next. Slavery wasn't an option anymore.

Outside, he was already busy reorganizing his County, an entire galactic sector, replacing corrupt magistrates and building civilization. The higher standard of living and education would propagate outwards through trade or conflict, just like it did in Archdemon's galaxy.

In a year, he replaced all the subordinate Barons with his Tarkin slaves, while Drake crafted a few war puppets from their corpses. Tier 3 puppets, when armed with high level weapons and armor would serve as a deterrence, until his regiments gained enough strength to hold their own.

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Leaving behind a billion ants and humans and other races for a starting colony, Pef then gathered his new wives and left for home, picking a different route to seed more galaxies with Legion regiments, creating a wider path of civilization in this savage universe.

A few years into the trip, he came to a stop, detecting a suspicious emission in a galaxy nearby. Or lack of one, better said.

He extended his qi senses, mapping this galaxy and feeding the return data into a holographic map, inside his inner world.

The two power guns arrived next to his avatar, and examined the map with worried eyes.

"Something bit a slice from this galaxy?" Faith muttered in disbelief.

The pizza shaped galaxy was indeed missing a sector, like some huge creature had munched on it and then left.

"A Tier 4 entity. But not a very intelligent one. Probably a God Beast." Reason spoke with an amused voice tone.

"The hell? Beasts eat galaxies?" Pef grumbled in dismay.

The two weapons smiled in tandem and glanced at their resident dragonkin. "It's not a dragon, at least."

Drake perked up and arrived at the conference to stare at the map, forgetting about the inscription he was writing.

"Uh...this thing must be huge. At least three galaxies wide." the young dragon mused while miming a jaw with his hand.

"Or it could be smaller, but has powerful gravity powers...like black hole strength or such." Misty added with a tiny voice.

They all turned to stare at her. "You know something about this thing, Misty?" Pef asked in a soft tone.

Misty nodded hesitantly. "Prophecies. Eater of suns. Devourer of worlds. I thought they were myths..."

Pef sighed and sat down, going over options in his mind. Leaving that thing out there to devour stars could be bad, if it gathered enough energy to reach Tier 5. Everyone would lose.

"I am a Tier 4 as well. And I have Faith and Reason on my side." Pef decided after a minute of silent deliberation.

Reason coughed in amusement. "You are barely a Tier 4. But well...we can't let this thing grow stronger. Faith?"

The other weapon sighed in suffering. "Fine. Just this once!"

Pef sped up, searching nearby galaxies while spreading out ships and troops all over.

By next week, he found another damaged galaxy and had a vector to follow.

Following the path of destruction, Pef Blinked towards the next galaxy and the next, for a few months, until the path ended.

'It must be nearby, right?' Pef asked his orange glove.

'Yes. The last galaxy was damaged merely years ago. The culprit is here.' the glove replied in a warning voice.

Pef looked around again, senses extended at maximum.

Then he Blinked away, as the void morphed into a huge claw and tried to grab him.

'Really! When you say here, you mean right here?' Pef yelled in outrage, and flashed his sword qi around randomly, sword qi beams going for millions of kilometers and spinning around.

By chance, one of the beams hit something invisible, outlining a wolf shape for a second. The beast vanished at once, folding the void around it and fleeing.

Pef drew out his power word gun. 'Be so kind and hold that thing for a minute.'

"By the Generals's Will, this space is locked. You may not move, beast." Faith proclaimed with golden Words, impacting the Void in waves going all round.

The Beast was revealed again, right above Pef's head.

Pef exhaled in relief, watching the frozen beast stare at him with hateful eyes.

'What is that? he wondered. It looked less than a wolf, and more like a badger, if distorted to bus size.

'Probably a God Beast. It does have Laws engraved on its flesh and bones.' the glove explained with a wry tone.

Pef took out his Legion knife in his left hand and sliced, trying to sever a front paw from this beast. His blade rebounded painfully and his arm felt numb.

'Damn it. Is it invulnerable?' Pef muttered in defeat.

'Try your skill, idiot. The god beast is made of Laws.' Faith advised him in a friendly tone.

Pef listened and locked his target. The void fell still and silent, even starlight dimming visibly. Then the Voidsplitter skill hit the beast's forward limb right at the shoulder.

A huge screech emerged, leaving a deep gash on the beast limb, but not severing it.

Pef grit his teeth and kept adding more strikes, needing a dozen skills until the limb was finally severed and fell away.

Soon after, a dozen lighting bolts fell on Pef, causing enormous pain, and a tiny bit of enlightenment.

Faith seemed rather happy instead, enjoying the free energy. 'You are useful after all! More. Hit it again!' the sentient weapon demanded rather greedily. The glove and the knife seemed rather happy as well, the Heaven's tribulation serving as repair and energizing juice.

'It hurts! Wait a minute.' Pef growled back, adjusting his circulation

Meanwhile, all his wives and the other guests emerged from his inner world to observe the beast.

Drake grabbed the beast forelimb and examined it curious."This is amazing stuff, Pef. We can build Tier 4 weapons from it."

Pef sighed and prepared to endure more pain. Such was his fate, and he couldn't curl and cry right now. That will come later, in his private space.