The Strongest War God-Chapter 1859: One of the Five Tigers

The giant race and even the innate race had their own plans!

Braydon Neal held the new path in his hand and refused to hand it over.

Creatures like the golden god ape could only have designs on the Immortal Burial Ground. novelbuddy.cσ๓

The Immortal Burial Ground suppressed transcendents.

It was an ancient secret.

It didn’t mean that only the demon race’s goat ancestor knew.

The saint race and the innate race all knew about it, including the giants!

They all had their own plans.

At the human headquarters, an extremely long space passage, hundreds of miles wide, quietly appeared on Planet 003.

Eight million black-armored youths stood on the empty ground in unison.

Silence.

The elites of the Northern Army had all gathered.

Every black-armored youth had a god mount under his command—a god wolf mount!

They were all at the void god realm.

The various legions were already prepared.

All the members of the Northern Army had arrived in the morning.

Braydon, dressed in plain clothes, calmly walked onto the high platform.

Swoosh!

"Commander!" The Northern Army unsheathed their swords and placed them horizontally in front of their chests.

All the disciples bowed their heads to pay their respects to the commander.

The Northern Army only recognized Braydon!

In the future, even if Trevon Neal took over Northern Army, his influence would be far less than his father’s.

Braydon looked over and said in a thunderous voice, "During this trip to the Immortal Burial Ground, no legion is allowed to act on their own without orders!"

"Yes, sir!" All the commanders bowed.

Actually, the Northern Army had already expanded to 500 legions.

Fifty million elites were incorporated into the human army.

What Braydon truly cared about was the eight million disciples in front of him.

With a wave of Braydon’s hand, Cole led the 1st legion into the super teleportation channel.

The other legions followed closely behind.

The Northern Army sons were expected to oversee all of this.

However, Braydon left one person behind—Luther Carden.

"Someone needs to oversee the race’s matters," Braydon said as he approached Luther.

"I’ll stay at the headquarters to ensure you don’t have to worry about anything," Luther replied softly. "The entire Northern Army has been deployed. I don’t want the rear to become unstable."

Braydon and Luther were both intelligent men, and brothers who had grown up together.

They understood each other’s concerns.

With the entire Northern Army heading to the Immortal Burial Ground, if the human race fell into chaos and the situation changed, the Northern Army’s retreat would be cut off, putting them in grave danger of being destroyed.

Therefore, someone who held a part of the race’s core power had to remain behind—someone who was one of the Northern Army sons.

Only then would Braydon feel at ease.

Luther said as he watched his 2nd legion depart, "I’ll be in charge of the race. No one will dare to cause trouble!"

His words were a guarantee, capable of calming the hearts of the Northern Army.

Laird Xenos raised his hand and left behind a token condensed from his blood, which felt metallic to the touch.

He spoke in a low voice, "Luther, this is formed from my blood essence. If you encounter any trouble, crush the blood token and summon my true body!"

Laird’s true body was Frost Lord, one of the five lords.

Luther didn’t refuse; he accepted it directly.

They were brothers—no need for formalities.

Moreover, by accepting this token, Laird and the others could set off with peace of mind.

Soon after, Colton Jansky, Cole Colbie, and Tobey Lapras also approached.

"Contact me if anything happens!" Lazlo Abbott said as he looked over.

"Remember, you can’t trust anyone who isn’t from the Northern Army!" Frediano Jadanza added, his thin lips moving slightly as he left this piece of advice, like an elder brother instructing his younger sibling, filled with endless concern.

A gentle smile remained on Luther’s face as he stood quietly, watching them depart.

In the end, only Luke Yates was left.

Luther spoke softly, "The Immortal Burial Ground is extremely dangerous. Only you can persuade Big Brother when necessary. This life and this era belong to us, the Northern Army. It’s only a matter of time before we rule this world. There’s no need to rush—persuade Big Brother at the critical moments."

"I know!" Luke rolled her eyes.

Both of them were well aware of Braydon’s personality.

If Braydon were to go mad, he would stop at nothing to kill the enemy.

Among all the sons of the Northern Army, the only one who could persuade Braydon was Luke.

The little fool was the last bit of goodness left in the hearts of the Northern Army sons—the conscience of the Northern Army!

"Be careful!" Luke muttered before leaving.

"Go on!" Luther waved his hand, signaling Luke to catch up.

The eight million soldiers of the Northern Army all entered the super passage within two hours.

There was a terrifying existence hidden within—Lord McAvoy, the true body of Yuri Qualls, who was quietly protecting them.

After the portal closed quietly, Luther’s expression turned icy cold.

He turned around, waved his sleeve, and said coldly, "In my name, invite the eight chiefs to head to the highest hall!"

"Yes, sir!" A hidden agent quietly disappeared.

Luther walked on, a cold glint in his eyes.

He invited the eight chiefs to the hall to discuss matters.

In reality, he was imprisoning the eight chiefs in the highest hall.

From now on, any orders Luther gave would be issued in the name of the eight chiefs.

This way, there would be no resistance within the race.

The reason was simple: the human race was divided into two camps—the eight lineages and the Northern Army.

Cabel Callison and the others wouldn’t respect the orders of the eight chiefs, and the eight lineages wouldn’t take Luther’s orders seriously.

He could only control the eight chiefs.

Only with him giving the orders in their names, the peaks in the eight lineages would listen.

Furthermore, Cabel and the others knew that the order actually came from Luther, so they would support it wholeheartedly.

Quietly, he gathered the forces of the race.

This was Luther’s ability!

Compared to Luther, Trevon was still much more immature.

In terms of strategy, Luther had never lost to anyone!

Meanwhile, in the passage, shrouded in endless darkness, the Northern Army remained undisturbed.

Braydon quickly flew with his hands behind his back, not daring to stop.

The Northern Army had a large number of soldiers.

How could he not alarm those outsiders?

A bright light appeared in the teleportation channel, sharp and gleaming like a blade.

It was formed from the cosmos origin power, with even a hint of transcendence!

With just one slash, it instantly cut through ten thousand meters of the passage, severing it at the waist.

The road ahead was cut off.

The blade light didn’t stop, aiming to kill Braydon.

Braydon stopped, hands behind his back, and looked over calmly. "Someone finally couldn’t hold it in anymore," he said indifferently.

A black-robed youth stepped out from behind Braydon.

Dressed in black and holding a black sword, he stood with the blade slightly slanted.

The standard military sword was called "Pacify Rebels".

However, in this youth’s hand, it had another name—Soul Severing Sword!

Gripping the hilt of his sword, the black-robed youth released a terrifying pressure that swept forward like a tide.

Boom!

The force swept thousands of miles ahead, instantly annihilating the snow-white blade light.

"Get lost!" the black-robed youth spat, his voice filled with dominance.

He showed no respect as he reprimanded a peak life form who had comprehended the meaning of transcendence.

"Five tigers of rebellion!" The attacking creature was even more shocked. "Kenley McAvoy!"

This name was ancient, unspoken for tens of thousands of years.

Even within the human race, the owner of this name had to be respectfully addressed as Lord McAvoy—he was the Frost Lord’s brother!