Seventeenth Transit Nest.
Cho'Gath lay entrenched in his nest, already utterly impatient from waiting.
Aker was too slow.
So slow that several times, he had wanted to tear open space and personally throw that overly cautious fellow onto Kona Satellite.
But in the end, he held back.
There was nothing to gain by jumping out now.
Letting Aker clash with Great Xia and the Kona Civilization himself was the most profitable choice.
Just then, Yaxes flew in from outside the nest and landed before Cho'Gath.
"My lord."
Cho'Gath opened his eyes, a cold gleam flashing through his scarlet pupils.
"Speak."
Yaxes said quietly:
"The spies planted in Aker's legion have sent back intelligence."
"Aker has begun assembling his main force."
"He is preparing to attack Kona Satellite."
Cho'Gath's eyes suddenly lit up.
The irritation that had weighed on him for over a month finally eased considerably.
"He finally made his move." He slowly raised his enormous body.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
"Hurry up and start fighting!"
Cho'Gath laughed.
If Aker had a strong chance of winning, Great Xia and the Kona Civilization would inevitably be tied down.
Then a gap would appear in Terra's defenses, giving him another chance to reach in.
If Aker died, that would be even better.
Brett was dead, and Blue Star's coordinates were back in his hands.
If Aker also died in the Kona Star System, Kona's coordinates would likewise end up held exclusively by him.
Then those greedy Demon Gods on the Home Planet would only think Brett and Aker had been too weak.
The coordinates could keep being sold.
Sell a set of coordinates once.
When the buyer died, sell them a second time, over and over-a tiny investment for enormous returns!
However he calculated it, he could not lose.
*How could I possibly