Chapter 2478

2478 - A Word

Seconds ago—near the battle site.

Several parties were closely watching the fight between Renara and Marlik.

The Behemoths were all fighting each other with half their attention, while their remaining attention was on that battle, which is why the Behemoths' own fighting hadn't opened up over long distances.

The Shadow Swords' vehicles were documenting the fight, but without a live broadcast, so it could be presented to Renara and the various parties later for analysis.

And finally, the most relaxed spectators… were the Council's Law Dominators and the Tyrant's sons.

They had previously approached the Law Dominators' battlefield, but did not participate, folding their arms across their chests and placing the bulk of their attention on the greatest battle in the universe, unmatched by anything in recent history except the battles of Hedrick and Helmor.

"….." At this moment, the eldest of the Tyrant's sons present sighed, "Marlik won, as expected."

"Tsk." The head of the Council of Thrones' delegation seemed annoyed, "I'm supposed to be happy that he's on our side, but I'm more pleased by that blood covering his face. It's been a long time since anyone managed to inflict an injury like that on him."

"He's a scoundrel, no doubt, but a powerful one." The Tyrant's son spoke calmly. "Don't forget that he didn't use the power of the Blood of the Adult Space Beast flowing through his body in this fight. If he fought Renara again, he would finish her."

"And is Renara a newborn to come unprepared? She dominated the fight from beginning to end, were it not for that despicable move the scoundrel Marlik used. She didn't even use the properties of her terrifying Law that has recently become famous — the strange Law of Energy Manipulation that I saw with my own eyes as she killed a number of my followers... I hope she finds a worthy weapon next time." The Council Envoy sighed.

"I disagree with you. It wasn't a deceitful move, nor was she dominated." The Tyrant's son shook his head. "The Law of Accumulation of Causality — Marlik must prepare for a specific point at which he wins. And until he reaches that point, he is often struck... The forbidden history books say that his battles are always bloody — not the blood of his enemies, but his own blood. He endures everything and keeps advancing until he reaches the desired point."

"…His madness in battles long ago beside his Lord, and his appearance always caked in his own blood as if he had just emerged from the slaughterhouse, drenched in the blood of thousands of cattle, earned him the title of the Butcher… But his legend lives because he never lost—no matter how wounded, no matter how torn his limbs, he always strikes the point of inevitability, and he is always the last man standing on the battlefield."

"Agh…" the Council Envoy sighed.

"Haha, you sound like you want our army's commander to fall." The Tyrant's son laughed.

"I want him torn limb from limb and to wound his opponent." The Council Envoy's eyes gleamed, "Then we advance and kill his wounded foe." Then he laughed, "Imagine this scenario."

"…" The Tyrant's son let out a whistle, "That does sound beautiful, no doubt." Then he continued, "But what if—"

A press.

Everyone who had fixed their attention on Marlik's area suddenly felt their tongues tied, and felt their bodies grow cold.

Marlik at that moment was looking at a certain spot, a spot where two rubies ignited the space around them…

"…Hedrick…."

Everyone murmured with a gasp.

"…Do you want to dance too?" Marlik showed a smile in the face of Hedrick's piercing gaze.

"…." Hedrick's two rubies looked directly at his soul, "Do you have the ability?"

"No, I'm leaving." Marlik placed the two swords into their sheaths, "Should I prepare for a pursuit?"

Marlik spoke with a smile to hide his anger and his feeling of disgust with himself, but he truly could not fight now at this level of power, not against someone like Hedrick who retained his full strength.

"I calculated that as well." Hedrick spoke calmly, "Leave, and do not think of interfering in any other fight in this sector. Your opponent is Renara alone… Go and heal, and prepare for the next round."

"Oh." Marlik could no longer hold back his smile, "Will you let me face Renara alone again? You might truly lose your partner this time… Never before has an opponent of mine escaped twice."

"You have also never fought anyone at our level before." Hedrick spoke in a heavy voice, "Renara will fight you and retreat once, twice, three times, ten times as she pleases, and each time she will return fiercer than before, until she finally cuts off your head… Just as I do with Helmor."

Then from the midst of the void appeared a row of gleaming teeth, "You and Helmor are training dolls of the finest caliber."

"…?" Marlik opened his eyes wide and placed his hand on the hilt of the crimson sword with a heavy intent to kill.

"Ugh." Hedrick let a laugh slip from his mouth, "If you draw that sword, it'll be the last thing you do. Renara will be angry at me for taking her plaything, but I can always find a way to appease her."

"….." Marlik kept staring into Hedrick's burning eyes, then nodded a few times, "Remember what happened today."

Whooosh

Marlik took a step back and vanished.

"Heh~" Hedrick sighed regretfully.

The chance of catching Marlik was extremely slim as long as he chose to flee… provoking him by calling him a plaything hadn't worked.

Marlik's combat experience hadn't gone to waste, it seemed.

Then Hedrick slowly turned to his side.

"….!!!"

Whether it was the Council Law Dominators, the Tyrant's sons, or the hostile Behemoths lurking with intermittent glances, even Arkail and the rest — all of them held their breath.

If Hedrick entered the fight, everything would flip.

The Tyrant's sons and the Council Law Dominators would be forced to intervene. They couldn't just stand and watch Hedrick slaughter their subordinates left and right without even lifting a finger, and even if some of them would fall as casualties, they would have to fight!

With their entry into the battle, the casualties on the side of the True Beginning Empire would undoubtedly increase. They were around 250 Law Dominators after all; even if Hedrick killed 50 before withdrawing, the rest would remain to pound them into dust.

So it was in everyone's interest for Hedrick to leave this place!

"…." Facing those gazes and the heavy anticipation, Hedrick finally opened his mouth with a single word, "Continue."

Then the space covered his eyes once again.