Chapter 2470

2470 - The Contrast of Two Stances

Inside the Soul Society—

"Oh my god…"

While Renara was talking with Marlik, the massive Squadron behind him kept arriving, and humans and non-humans kept descending from those vehicles without stopping.

Tens of thousands descended from the space vehicles and began spreading like ants searching for food, and the only pattern in their movement was their adherence to not crossing Marlik no matter what, and other than that, things were fine.

The Law Dominators and Royal Soul Masters above the Seventh Star advanced with confidence and individuality until they stood only steps behind Marlik, with their hands folded, ready for what was to come, displaying their power and numbers.

Following them were the Nexus States, whose numbers had so far reached more than 30,000, and after them the World Calamities, who exceeded 70,000, and the number was still increasing!

"Wooooooow, this is so exciting!!"

"Oh my god, I feel like I'm watching a land invasion battle between two vanian kingdoms, since when could the great masters be gathered in such numbers?!"

The viewers of the broadcast were not only in the Grand Hall, where they had to pay thousands of Pearls just to gather in one place with the elite of the universe—the broadcast was also shown on large screens in the local hall of every sector, indeed every solar sector; the Soul Society wanted to make sure the broadcast reached everywhere.

Even those who knew nothing about the matter—which was impossible—could open their own window and find the broadcast playing right in front of them!

Everyone's mouths were wide open as they watched the overwhelming army crowd together, their smiles stretching from ear to ear, their enthusiasm growing.

"How many Fleets just appeared? I counted 30,000, and more are still coming out!"

"The number of Law Dominators is absurd, they're 450 in total!!"

"The Nexus States have reached 33,000, hahaha, the side of good will win today!!"

"Fools, all of you are fools, and what's in your heads is no different from what's in your backsides!" shouted a person with a concealed Identity in the Grand Hall at the top of his voice, "Since when does a weasel protect chicks? Since when would the cursed Hand of Concealment Syndicate and their most cursed leader Sevar work to protect us?!"

"…Times are changing, perhaps they fear for themselves from the spread of that most dangerous evil—Robin Burton!"

"The Hand of Concealment Syndicate, which has been riding on our backs for millions of years, is afraid of the evil of a human researcher who appeared a few centuries ago? Bah!"

"….."

"..Did you notice something, guys? Look at the formation of the two armies."

"….?"

The Shadow Swords were using the latest equipment sold by the Soul Society to film from every angle, and there was a particular angle that revealed the two giant armies in a single frame, with a great void between them where only Renara and Marlik stood.

There was indeed a noticeable difference…

Behind Marlik, they were greater in number and equipment, with doubled numbers in every branch, and an extremely wide spread, as if they were raindrops waiting to fall.

But there was one clear observation…

They were not in a unified formation.

The Syndicate's followers formed something like a wall directly behind Marlik, standing in a purely random manner, wearing their usual clothes as they were accustomed… but what drew attention was that part of that wall was from The Tyrant Intiras's Tyrant Galaxy.

Whenever the wall of Syndicate Dominators advanced a little, they advanced with them, not letting them stand in front of them, and jostling with them, to the point that some scuffles had already occurred between them before the spectators' eyes.

To the right and left were the Law Dominators sent by the Council of Thrones, standing off to the side after the insult they had received, gritting their teeth and not knowing what they should do. They were still standing because they had orders from the Lord of Thrones to participate.

Behind them stood the horde forces, coming from nine different Behemoths, dozens of Millennial Empires, and hundreds of Centennial Empires. Each force was gathering with one another and taking a side randomly; there were no combat arrays or ranks, and unlike the Law Dominators who wanted to take the front, those forces were trying to fall back to distance themselves from the front lines, where the greatest losses occur.

Then a strange scene appeared… The Law Dominators were about to touch Marlik from behind due to their advance forward, and the fleets were about to return to the Buffer Zone due to their retreat backward!

There was one organized faction that had found a place for itself in the heart of the Formation and neither advanced further nor retreated, standing tall, and behind him were his sons and his army in a perfect formation that did not intend to move even a finger's width except at the right moment… the Behemoth of Relativity, Asterion.

Asterion was holding a strange spear, composed of a wooden shaft interspersed with three perfect spheres, each one slightly larger than the last, and the spearhead was short and split… anyone with a sufficient level of knowledge would know that this was Fifth Grade Equipment.

With long black hair flowing down his back, a powerful yet proportionate body, and a piercing gaze that was neither hesitant nor overly agitated… Asterion was looking around without moving his head, seeing what was happening among his followers, and observing what was happening in the enemy army.

His expression was slowly worsening.

Compared to the circus surrounding him, the other side was organized, silent, prepared… it was abundantly clear that they had plans, arrays, and preparations.

While their scattered side, led by the Syndicate and Marlik the Butcher, paid no heed to such things.

This is the difference between working under one person's command, and a gathering of different forces for a single goal.

And this was dangerous.

This is what Asterion noticed at a single glance… and this is what everyone watching the live broadcast began to notice one after another.

And just like Asterion… their enthusiasm began to fade.

If the sons of the Behemoth of Relativity and the missions of the rest of the Behemoths were counted, the number of Law Dominators would reach approximately 550.

However, something said the battle would not be as easy as everyone imagined.

Next to the Buffer Zone—

"…Where is Hedrick? Bring him out." Marlik spoke while raising his head slightly.

"Oh? Am I not enough for you?" Renara showed a small smile.

Marlik waved his hand, "A little unbound girl who can barely recognize herself, no, you are not enough for me. Your neck will be cut and your blood will flow today."

"Strange." Renara raised her eyebrows, "It is the same opinion I have of you, just an overinflated reputation whose blood will be spilled today, that is why I asked Hedrick to stay in a region and not come today unless one of the four great ones intervenes… you are mine."