The Strongest War God-Chapter 1917: An Explanation

Those who entered Maknum never came back out.

It was clear that all the races had given up on the idea of further investigation.

They were all waiting for the right opportunity!

Once the transcendent experts who had been suppressed within Maknum were released, the transcendent experts of the various races would act and enter to hunt them down.

Everything would be decided in a single battle.

Otherwise, sending in just the peak experts would be too risky.

There was no news once they entered, and their fate remained unknown.

The various races couldn’t afford such losses—nurturing a peak figure required enormous resources and time.

At that moment:

"Chief Bergendorff," the golden flood dragon said calmly, "Maknum hasn’t made a move yet. What do you think?"

"The trip to the South Pole Sea benefited all three of our races—one path to transcendence, two bodies of transcendence. It gave birth to another transcendent expert for our races.

This time, the giant race will pay for going back on their word," he added coldly.

"We’re not the only ones planning to strike against the giants," the stone king sneered.

The innate race despised Livius Jahic.

If the giants hadn’t broken their promise, the innate race wouldn’t have suffered such a huge loss, with over a thousand peak immortal path cultivators forced to reincarnate and start their cultivation over.

Indiana Ibbot had been severely injured, and his wounds had yet to heal!

Looking at the various races now, the strength of the native immortals had become the weakest!

It was hard to believe, especially since Indiana was the first to become a transcendent, a level two transcendent at that.

Originally, the immortals should have been the strongest among the major races, but they ended up at the bottom!

"We’ll have to take revenge sooner or later," the golden flood dragon said in a low voice. "Haven’t you noticed? The human race has mobilized all their forces this time too. They’re also interested in Maknum."

"The human race getting involved is indeed a huge threat," King Isberg of the innate race frowned.

The human race had nine transcendents, a number equal to the combined forces of the three other races.

Additionally, there were five transcendents from the innate immortal race.

These two forces were not to be underestimated, making the current situation completely unpredictable.

No one could tell how far the human race would go in the fight for Maknum.

Nor did anyone know what the five transcendent beings of the innate immortal race were planning.

If they chose to ally with one side, it would be a devastating blow to the other races, who would be eliminated and left without any benefit from Maknum.

As all the races eyed each other with jealousy, Braydon Neal arrived!

Light shone brilliantly, and a straight path stretched out from afar, leading directly to Maknum.

Braydon walked along the multicolored path, fully in the spotlight, making no attempt to conceal his arrival.

"This demon is here too!" the young golden flood dragon muttered darkly.

"In all of the Immortal Burial Ground, this monster is the hardest to control."

The demons were particularly unhappy with Braydon, and the reason was simple.

During the events at the South Pole Sea, the demons had lost an eon artifact for no clear reason.

That artifact was none other than their leader’s Soul Slaying Sword.

However, despite this loss, the demon race had managed to obtain a path to transcendence.

The innate race and the saint race each gained a transcendent Body.

But of the three allied races, the demons had suffered the greatest losses.

At that time, surrendering the Soul Slaying Sword to keep Braydon from participating in the battle was essentially allowing the human race to stay out of the fight.

This decision led to a massive gain for them.

Afterward, the saint race and the innate race each provided resources to nurture 100 peak human cultivators as compensation for the demons.

Without that, the losses to the demons would have been far greater!

It was all due to the Soul Slaying Sword.

Without it, the alliance among the three races would have surely crumbled.

Both the innate race and the saint race understood that if the three races didn’t remain united, they would never be able to claim any benefits from the conflict at Maknum.

Thus, the two families provided the demons with a sum of resources

At this moment, Braydon descended, his hands behind his back.

"Ancestor Neal!"

The nine transcendents of the human race, along with a thousand peak figures, all bowed.

Without Ancestor Neal, the human race would never have achieved the glory it had today.

There would be no nine transcendents!

Braydon’s arrival had caught the attention of the six races.

At that moment, a golden-armored expert stepped forward from the crowd, holding two bloody heads—one of a beast, the other of a human!

His face was pale, and his golden armor was slightly damaged.

"The thing you wanted!"

The golden-armored expert said as he looked at Braydon.

In the innate race’s camp, both the stone king and King Isberg turned pale.

One of the heads belonged to an expert of the innate race, someone who had comprehended 70% of the essence of transcendence and had the potential to transcend in the future.

The other head was that of an ancestral creature of the demon race.

"You’re injured," Braydon observed calmly.

"The combat strength of a transcendent expert is indeed terrifying," the golden-armored powerhouse said lightly.

He revealed that he had been wounded by a transcendent, stating that no one below the transcendent realm could have harmed him, much less kept him alive.

"Who injured you?" Braydon asked softly.

"A demon race member, the ten-tailed fox!" he answered.

As soon as he spoke, Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and turned toward the demon race camp.

A sudden, invisible pressure enveloped the entire demon camp.

"Demon race, you’ve hurt one of my people." Braydon approached with a faint smile.

"Braydon Neal, he attacked our race’s experts first!" the young golden flood dragon shouted angrily.

Braydon shook his head. "That doesn’t concern me. If you hurt my people, you demons will have to pay the price."

"What explanation do you want?" the golden flood dragon growled, gritting his teeth in frustration. He felt humiliated.

Especially since, with Braydon’s arrival, the nine transcendents of the human race stood firmly behind him.

Before the opening of Maknum, would the mortal enemies, the human race and the demon race—locked in conflict for countless eras—go to war once again?

Not far away, Livius declared firmly, "If the human race is in trouble, the giant race will do everything in our power to help. This is a promise that will not change for hundreds of millions of years!"

Boom!

The four transcendents of the giant race unleashed their terrifying pressure, showing their resolve to stand with the human race.

As long as Braydon gave the word, the giant race would not hesitate to kill every expert of the demon race.

And if the saint race or innate race dared to intervene...

The giant race would join forces with the human race to wipe them out.

Three of the six races could easily be lost in the battle.

No matter what, the giants stood to gain significantly.

As for the native immortals, Livius believed they would lose their competitive edge after the three races were eliminated.

By siding with the human race, the giant race was certain to claim some of the spoils from Maknum.

The giant race’s stance put immense pressure on the demon race.

Even the expressions of the saint race and the innate race shifted.

Braydon chuckled, pointing at a white-robed, feminine man. "The explanation I want is simple. I want him to... die!"

"What?"

The young golden flood dragon was furious.

The demon race had fought for so long, and including him, there were only three transcendents.

And now, with just a word, Braydon wanted to kill one of their transcendent realm experts.