Chapter 2472

2472 - The Daycare Elder

In the Soul Society and beyond, all breaths were held.

The Phantom Shadow Vehicles continued filming and live broadcasting; dozens of broadcasts from different angles of different battles were being aired everywhere.

The grand battles of the Law Dominators, the massive battles of the World Calamities, the solitary battles of the Nexus States, the heavy battles of the fleets… The scenes moved rapidly and the number of casualties kept rising.

And everyone loved what they saw, yet was afraid at the same time…

They loved the spectacle of the oppressors striking the oppressors — the old oppressor they knew against the new one preparing The Plague for something. They only wished for the casualties on both sides to increase and for them to weaken each other as much as possible.

And they were afraid of what the victor would do…

For whoever won today would see their status and dominance grow — especially if the Syndicate's side won. Taxes would double, and the filth they spread everywhere would know no bounds, under the pretext that they had saved them from the tyranny of Robin Burton in a monstrous battle under their leadership.

The situation would inevitably be bad… But also, the battles were beautiful and captivating!!

Whether the crowd's individual power or the genius formations of Robin Burton's side, whether the terrifying spread of the crowd's army or the arrays and curses pouring out in batches from Robin Burton's armies… every camera angle was visually stunning, impossible to look away from.

All of them except one.

She was silent, heavy, desolate… but everyone knew she was the most dangerous of them all.

At this moment, the Butcher stood, behind him stood the Behemoth of Relativity, his sons, and his entire army that had not yet moved. To his left, 194 Law Dominators from the Council of Thrones were still present, and to his left stood 50 Law Dominators from the Tyrant Galaxy.

The total number of Law Dominators approached 300, along with a complete Fleet…

And no one stood before them except Renara.

"…." Marlik almost lunged at Renara, but he felt the eyes around him, so he waved at Renara dismissively, "Wait where you are." Then he turned.

"What the hell? Are you waiting for an invitation?!" Marlik spread his arms and shouted.

"As long as the Father has agreed to a truce, we will not fight." One of Intiras's sons spoke.

They could have easily come with the Council of Thrones' delegation and started fighting instead of entering the Buffer Zone, but they preferred to come with the Fleet for a reason… and the reason was to rest their minds.

The Council of Thrones' expedition was supposed to exhaust the enemies' massive army and half of them were to be killed within three years. Had they gone with them, some would have fallen. And to them, a single drop of blood from the sons of Intiras was worth everyone outside the bloodline.

So as long as the Father had decided to calm the times, why would they fight and let dust touch their bodies?

"Tsk~ As if the sky knew I hate dandies, so it sent me more." Marlik's face twisted. "You've heard — this is not a truce but a calming. Battles rage everywhere but at a slower pace. They haven't withdrawn, and you have no reason to withdraw."

Then he pointed toward the battle that was opening up more and more. "There's a battle right there. Go and fight, even if you'll do it without seriousness. Your mere presence will apply some pressure on the enemies — they'll take you into account… They won't think you're a bunch of cowardly cats watching and playing around." Then he waved his hand. "If you don't even intend to help with this, then withdraw. I'd rather the victory be in my name alone!"

Then he pointed toward the Council's Law Dominators. "This applies to you too!" Then he spread his arms, displaying the bulging muscles of his belly. "This is my field. Whoever won't participate in it, let him get lost from it!"

"……" The Council's Law Dominators and The Tyrant's Law Dominators exchanged glances.

They had orders to calm things down, but not to dismantle the crowd. If they clashed with this mad bull any further, they would truly have to leave, and he would take all the Glory—even though the largest portion of those forces present had come thanks to the Council of Thrones and the Tyrant's influence!

"Tsk." In the end, the Tyrant's Eldest Son stepped forward toward the nearest battlefield with folded arms, and his brothers went behind him.

The Law Dominators of the Council of Thrones cast a disgusted, angry look toward Marlik, then headed toward another battlefield, hesitating.

After that, Marlik's eye landed on Asterion, the Behemoth of Relativity.

And at him… Marlik did not shout at him, but rather folded his arms across his chest and simply stared at him.

Asterion was not hesitating or appearing afraid; his eyes were examining the battlefield with extreme precision, and one could sense he was using his power to make calculations… So Marlik waited, impatiently, but he waited.

Feeling the falcon's eyes upon him, Asterion continued what he was doing, but he ignored many variables and did not enter the open doors before him… After a few seconds he closed his eyes, then turned back toward Marlik, "Our side is losing."

"…?" Marlik spread his hands, "What are you saying, man? The battle has only just begun."

"The direction the battle is heading is clear." Asterion spoke with his eyes closed, "The system that Robin Burton's army operates on is extremely complex. This is not a battle of numbers versus numbers; it is a handful of scattered squads against an integrated system."

Then he continued, "This is the first time I have seen several supreme powers, Behemoth powers, coordinating with each other internally and externally with such precision and without shame… I do not know if this diminishes them in my eyes, or increases my respect for them."

Marlik was already angry, but when he heard "Hehe~" coming from Renara behind him, his body flared up even more, "We are in a perfect situation, our numbers are greater and the Law Dominators on our side are more. Even if we remove those cowardly cats, we still have the advantage, and the battle has only just begun, and now you hesitate?!" Then he shouted louder, "Do you want to turn around and go back with your tail between your legs too?!"

"….." Asterion was silent for a moment, "I do not retreat from a pledge. I will fight and carry half the battle on my own. I will carry it with its losses and its pressure. I will balance the situation and then turn it in our favor… But I want a Promise that you will not withdraw even if an order comes to you to do so, and that you will continue with me until I see victory. I do not do things by halves!"

"Advance, man!!" Marlik waved at the Behemoth of Relativity with impatience.

"…." Asterion felt belittled without a doubt, but he nodded, "I will consider this your pledge," then his aura rose insanely and he charged forward, "Grafour! Arkail! I am your opponent for today!!"

Behind him, the crimson army of the Behemoth of Relativity began moving in an orderly manner behind their Lord.

And on the horizon, the formations of the Behemoths of Gravity and Time could be seen changing as well—it was clear that even they had taken him into account.

"Tsk~ As if I'm a daycare principal…" Marlik spat, then turned back toward Renara, "Were we talking about something important?"

"No, you were about to kill me." Renara replied with a small smile.

"Yeah, yeah." Marlik drew a sword,

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, then charged forward, "Let's finish this quickly."

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