The Strongest War God-Chapter 1930: Transforming into a Sword

Chapter 1930: Transforming into a Sword

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"230 trillion!"

The stone king was still in the fight.

This was the limit of their auction coins.

Could 230 trillion auction coins secure a level seven body?

The room fell completely silent.

Everyone’s eyes were on the giant race’s box.

Time seemed to stand still.

Fifteen long minutes passed.

Then, the lights in Livius Jahic’s private room dimmed.

The giant race had withdrawn from the auction.

A collective sigh rose from the crowd.

No one had anticipated this outcome.

"Congratulations, Lord Stone King of the innate race!" Imran Haak exclaimed from the stage, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "You have won the final item of this auction!"

With that, the auction concluded.

People began to rise from their seats.

Only room 701 remained lit.

"Elder Levine, go find Livius. Offer him a seventh-level body for 210 trillion," Braydon Neal said softly, lounging lazily and playing with his wine glass.

Elder Levine was momentarily stunned before quietly leaving.

Not long after.

"Ancestor Neal!" Livius from the giant race entered the room quietly. He glanced at Braydon sitting on the sofa and bowed respectfully.

"Still unwilling to accept it after not winning the level seven body?" Braydon asked, smiling faintly.

"Nothing escapes Ancestor Neal’s grasp," Livius replied with a bitter smile.

"Send the resources from your bid to Wollo before nightfall. I’ll give you a seventh-level body, and there’s another benefit you can’t refuse," Braydon said, his cold gaze fixed on him. "The good thing is, you get a chance to live."

"Huh?" Livius was taken aback.

Then, realization dawned on him.

"As long as I survive," he said quickly, "the giant race will respect the human race for generations to come."

"There are no promises that last for thousands of generations. Strength is all that matters," Braydon replied coldly.

Braydon wasn’t fond of empty promises. He spoke softly, "After today, I suspect those few have already seen through my game. I want to hear what you plan to do next."

At that, Livius’s face broke out in cold sweat.

This wasn’t just a question—it was a lifeline.

After a brief silence, Livius looked directly at Braydon and replied seriously, "Next, I’ll have the giant race’s transcendent experts hunt down those major powers that bid for the transcendent body. Once they’re dealt with, we’ll seize the opportunity to strike the demon race, the saint race, and other factions, taking down their transcendent experts."

"I’m willing to become a sword in Ancestor Neal’s hand, killing without hesitation. I’ll die without regret!"

Livius was too clever—he understood Braydon’s intentions perfectly.

In fact, he was so sharp that Braydon had considered killing him several times. But now, Braydon hesitated.

Braydon listened quietly and then said, "What a pity. Such a gifted individual, yet he chose the path of relying on external forces to transcend. His fate in this life is sealed."

Whoosh!

A transcendent body appeared before Livius.

"An eighth-level body; his path of transcendence is 90% complete."

"I expect those resources in Wollo, by tonight," Braydon said casually.

"Yes, sir!" Livius was overjoyed, though he understood that had he transcended by his own efforts, without external help, he would likely be a corpse by now.

Braydon wouldn’t have let him live.

But the situation had changed.

Livius had guessed Braydon’s thoughts and chosen to become his weapon, his blade.

Since that was the case, why should he pity himself?

What harm was there in becoming a sword in Braydon’s hand?

Braydon’s power had accumulated over thousands of generations.

And now, in this world, he had succeeded.

No one could stop him.

Livius was smart enough to not fight against the tide.

Instead, he chose to ride the current, aiming to secure the greatest advantage for the giant race.

His leadership was a blessing for all future generations of giants.

Braydon waved his hand slightly, signaling that Livius could leave.

There were still three more guests waiting.

Sure enough, outside the room, three figures stood ready.

A young man in robes stepped inside, cupping his hands in respect toward Braydon.

"According to our previous agreement, the resources for 10,000 peaks will be delivered before nightfall, and the body will be handed over to me. Does that sound fair?" he asked.

Demons were known for their cunning, but this young lord of the demon race was straightforward.

"That depends on who brings the item first," Braydon responded with a faint smile.

"Two?" The demon youth glanced from the robed young man to the silver-crowned girl.

Clearly, there were three of them.

"I can raise the price," the silver-crowned girl interjected.

"Why are you getting involved in this?" Braydon asked, his tone calm. "How’s your mother?"

"You—!" The girl was taken aback, clearly not expecting that question.

Braydon turned his attention back to the young man in the robes and the demon youth. "You two can go for now. There’s only one body. Whoever brings the resources first will claim it."

"Farewell!" the demon youth said, understanding that whoever delivered the peak resources first would win the body.

He quickly left, followed by the robed man.

Now, only Braydon and the silver-crowned girl remained in the room—one a being from the heaven realm, the other the infamous Braydon.

By all logic, the two should have no reason to interact.

"Sit down. Let’s talk," Braydon said gently.

"You..."

The silver-crowned girl was strikingly beautiful, her aura imbued with the majesty of the heavens.

Ordinary people would not dare to defy such heavenly might.

Yet here she was, faced with Braydon, his words sending a shiver through her.

"Strictly speaking, you should call me father," Braydon said, locking eyes with the girl.

The young girl: "???"

After a brief silence, a terrifying pressure radiated from her body—she was a transcendent!

"You!" The silver-crowned girl hadn’t expected Braydon to say something so shocking.

Under the weight of her transcendent power, it became clear there were no ancient souls within Braydon, which added even more pressure on him.

Braydon mused. "Your mother was the lord of the heaven realm. Your name is Little Fish, isn’t it?"

"How do you know that?" The girl’s clear eyes were filled with disbelief.

Very few people knew her nickname, and with the ancient heaven realm shattered, those who did were even fewer.

"I was the one who gave you that name. In Kaius Merkle’s lifetime, I personally destroyed your mother’s world..." Braydon said.

"Kaius Merkle, Kaius Merkle..." The silver-crowned girl muttered the name, momentarily lost in thought.

In her childhood memories, there was a faint recollection of her father, but as time went on, she could no longer picture his face.

When she grew older, she also learned the truth—that it was her father who had destroyed her homeland, causing the deaths of countless heavenly men.

The current heaven realm was now only a fraction of its original size, and the path to transcendence had been severed.

She had managed to transcend only with external assistance.

"You were only six months old when your mother took you away," Braydon said softly.