The Strongest War God-Chapter 1902: Coming to Beg

Braydon Neal clasped his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. "Just wait and see. If I’m not mistaken, this path of transcendence will end up in the hands of the demons."

"With the golden flood dragon as a transcendent, the demon race has an overwhelming advantage. No one can take it from them," Elder Levine nodded in agreement.

In an instant, the situation shifted.

The golden flood dragon struck, destroying the body of the transcendent with a single palm, seizing the path of transcendence.

Amidst the onslaught of peak experts, the peak demons banded together, carving a path and charging out without stopping.

The bodies of the two transcendents were claimed by the innate race and the saint race.

The giants were furious.

In this battle, more than eighty of their peak experts had their bodies destroyed, their souls forced into the cycle of reincarnation to start anew.

They had paid a tremendous price, yet gained nothing in return.

How could the giant race accept this?

But further fighting wasn’t worth it.

The demons had transcendents on their side, and claiming a transcendent body at any cost wasn’t worth the risk.

The losses in this northern desert battle were staggering.

"Rest for a year. Then, we’ll head to the South Pole Sea," Braydon said with a smile.

The human race had no need for rest, but this year was time Braydon had given to the other races.

They didn’t lack secret treasures, and there were places where time flowed differently.

One year would be enough for them to refine the path of transcendence and the transcendent bodies.

According to Braydon’s information, aside from the human race, the native immortal race had Indiana Ibbot, a 2nd level transcendent, guarding them.

They had obtained a transcendent path and would have two transcendents in the future.

On the demon race’s side, the golden flood dragon had transcended and acquired another path of transcendence.

As for the innate race, if they used the two transcendent bodies and gave them to an existence that had comprehended 95% of the will of transcendence, they should be able to produce two transcendents.

As for the saint race, they had secured a transcendent body today.

In the future, there would undoubtedly be a transcendent among them.

On the other hand, the giants had gained nothing today.

Without a transcendent, their fate could be dire.

One step behind meant always being one step behind.

After considering this, Braydon’s lips curled slightly, as if something had come to mind.

He might be able to strike a deal with the giants.

Suddenly, Elder Levine entered the main hall, speaking in a serious tone, "The investigation is complete. Among the three crippled transcendents taken by the Immortal Alliance, the demon race has one, the innate race has another, and the saint race has the third."

"The innate giants didn’t seem to gain anything," Elder Levine added.

Braydon thought that in the coming year, he could take advantage of this situation.

Before he could act, a voice came from outside the palace.

"Ancestor Neal," someone called out respectfully. "I’m the leader of the innate giant race. I’ve come bearing a grand gift."

The leader handed over a list.

Braydon glanced at it and chuckled. "Great Path Primordial Chaos Fruit. One fruit can elevate an immortal to the peak of the immortal realm. You are being quite generous, offering three. And at least a hundred Divine Heart Spiritual Essences. All top-tier resources."

These were the finest resources in the universe.

Given that the innate giants were a super race, Braydon wasn’t surprised they could present such valuable gifts.

He had already guessed their intentions.

In the future, many super races would likely produce transcendents.

Only the innate giants hadn’t.

This was a dangerous situation.

As a super race without transcendent experts, they would quickly fall behind.

This was something the innate race could never allow.

They could trail behind humans, demons, or even the innate race.

At worst, they could be the lowest among the super races.

But under no circumstances could they be expelled from the ranks of super races.

Falling behind would be a devastating blow, leading to the inevitable annexation of the innate race by other super races.

Without a transcendent expert, they wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the benefits of the Immortal Burial Ground, let alone get any real gains.

So, after the events in the northern desert concluded, the innate race sought help from the human race.

Their goal was simple: to see if they could exchange something for a path of transcendence.

Although the chances were slim, every race wanted to produce more transcendents.

The innate giants wanted to give it a try; at least it was better than waiting for their doom.

"Let the giant race leader in," Braydon said lazily.

With that simple command, three people appeared outside the hall.

They were of average height for human cultivators.

The dignified man at the front, with a square face and dressed in a purple gold robe, looked around the hall and noticed the seven transcendent experts of the human race standing to the side.

A white-robed youth sat at the head of the table.

Livius Jahic, the leader of the innate giant race, knew the background of this youth well.

He bowed and cupped his hands. "I heard that you’ve returned. I’ve been occupied with race affairs for many years, so I couldn’t come personally to congratulate you. Please forgive me."

"Leader Jahic, please have a seat," Braydon said with a faint smile, deliberately ignoring the previous siege by experts from various races.

The giants had indeed been a major force.

Yet, the reason for Braydon’s death was far beyond their reach.

He didn’t regard the peak experts of all races as anything more than clowns.

The scene in the hall was almost comical: a giant race leader, who had obtained 90% of the will of transcendence, showing respect to Braydon, who was at the immortal realm.

This would be an unlikely sight anywhere else in the universe.

Livius understood that the power of the human race had likely fallen into the hands of this young man.

Now, who would dare to call him "ancestor" in front of Braydon?

Braydon sat at the head of the table, playing with the list in his hand.

He chuckled and said, "This gift from Leader Jahic is very valuable!"

"You’re too polite, brother. It’s just a small gift," Livius responded quickly, trying to sound modest.

Braydon smiled faintly. "No need to be so formal between us. I already understand your intentions. The giant race suffered heavy losses in the recent battle without gaining any benefits. That does seem unfair."

"Since you’ve seen everything, I won’t hide it from you. If you can help my giant race produce a transcendent, then the giant race will become an ally of the human race for generations to come. We will stand together in both advance and retreat, with the human race as our leader!" Livius said, standing up with a serious and sincere expression.

Unfortunately, Braydon saw through the promise as nothing more than empty words.

He couldn’t take it seriously.

The giant race had likely made similar promises when they allied with the demon race.

Yet, in the face of transcendence, even the closest alliances could be as fragile as paper, unable to withstand a single blow.

"You should know how valuable the path of transcendence is. It represents a transcendent," Braydon remarked.

"I understand. The giant race is willing to pay any price," Livius said through gritted teeth.

He knew that making this promise meant the human race would demand an exorbitant price.

But the giants had no other choice.