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As far as one could see, one could only see one thing; nothing.

It was almost as if nothingness spread far across space.

The Dead Ykaln Galaxy.

A dead galaxy is also known as an elliptical galaxy. It\'s a galaxy known for its smooth and featureless appearance. These dead galaxies are called \'dead\' because they contain little to no new star formation, and their stars are generally old, and on the verge of dying.

Despite that, they\'re usually massive in size with billions of stars packed tightly together in certain regions. 

The Dead Ykaln Galaxy was similar. 

It was a massive galaxy that had once been flooded with billions of stars.

The only difference to an ordinary dead galaxy was that the Dead Ykaln Galaxy was nearly obliterated in the aftermath of the First Great War.

By now, there are less than a million stars in the vast expanse of the massive galaxy. There was mostly empty space as far as one could see. 

The First Great War turned the Ykaln Galaxy into a galaxy overflowing with death energy and chaotic mana. Even now, the remnants of the First Great War\'s aftermath could be found in the Dead Ykaln Galaxy. 

The remaining planets were slowly dying, after all.

Despite that, there were still astronomical objects such as global clusters, supermassive black holes, and so on.

The dangers were extensive but so were the intriguing and valuable targets of research.

"So this is where we\'ll be fighting. Once again, a Great War will erupt, in the same place as eons ago. This brings back great memories," Elya Necandril said lightly. He wore light leather armor and wielded a seemingly simple silver sword.

Not a trace of worry could be perceived from the way he acted and moved. His expression was calm like the ocean. The tranquility he radiated and the calm responses he gave his people calmed everyone in his range.

\'This is impressive. He is a great Warlord,\' Nial figured. He nodded his head secretly and smiled lightly.

His range of perception shot out wide and far. There was no opponent in his range but hundreds of millions, no billions of powerhouses were in his range, and they were all waiting for the start of the Second Great War.

Some of them were nervous, others were excited, and some didn\'t seem to feel any emotions.

Every single one of them was a powerhouse, tempered over the course of centuries for this very moment. Cultivating great power was not a fast procedure. It required patience, effort, and a certain deal of luck.

Talent couldn\'t be ignored either but the opportunities grasped by a Cultivator were sometimes even more important.

The Second Great War was an opportunity and a necessity at the same time. The treasures that could be procured by plundering their opponents\' fortune, and the opportunity unveiled by fighting powerhouses – that may allow you to break past your limits – were hard to fathom.

Of course, the dangers of the battlefield were not to be underestimated, especially not on the only battlefield that had been prepared for the Second Great War.

It was an all-out war with only one battle to fight. Under normal circumstances, wars would take years before one side would come out victorious at last.

The First Great War lasted centuries, and the damage it caused was enough to affect the universe even now.

Nobody wanted the First Great War to repeat itself, but here they were, waiting for the start of the Second Great War.

It was only a matter of time before the Second Great War would begin. However, this time, everything would be different. No innocent lives would be reaped, and the aftermath of the grand battlefield wouldn\'t be able to damage the Dead Ykaln Galaxy, not anymore. There was not much to damage, after all.

Time passed slowly and the Army of Devils and the Gigalorian Armies entered their respective formation. Not being accustomed to fighting with each other, there was hardly a tacit understanding between the Gigalorian Armies and the Army of Devils.

Thus, Nial and the Overlords chose to use every Army\'s individual prowess to form the formation they\'re the most familiar with. The battlefield would span across a vast area in the Dead Ykaln Galaxy, in the first place, and it wouldn\'t be weird for most Armies to fight next to their most trusted ally rather than someone they met for the first time in their life.

Nial visualized the creation of the various formation consisting of countless units until the hair all over his body stood up to its end.

It was a sudden reaction of his body, and something clearly caused by the appearance of the first foreign frames that entered his Mana Sense. He could only sense the Mana Sources of them because they were still too far away, but their numbers increased drastically.

After the first entered his Mana Sense, a hundred followed, then a thousand, then hundreds of thousand. In no time, his Mana Sense was flooded with foreign Mana Sources.

"They\'re coming. Prepare for battle!" Nial ordered quietly into the messenger crystal that was connected to each commander across the battlefield.

Hundreds of Devils disappeared inside Nial while the rest merged into the shadows of their allies, preparing for the perfect timing to attack their opponents and slaughter them. 

"I will go to the front. You should make sure to find the Advocate. We don\'t know how long this war will last but everything should be over once the Advocate dies. If not, we will just fight until the bitter end, that\'s fine with us as well," Elya Necadnril said as he added with overwhelming confidence, "We will come out victorious, either way!!"

Nial liked Elya\'s confidence but it was better not to be too arrogant.

Arrogance brought down too many men to consider it helpful in times of war. No matter how many enemies Elya could bring down, he was not able to kill countless Gods over the course of months of non-stop fighting.

Nobody knew how long this war would last. 

It was a fight into the unknown, and a battle that concerned the future of the entire universe.

The Second Great War would twist the tides of fate, and Nial was fully aware of that.