The Strongest War God-Chapter 1932: Preaching from the Strong

Chapter 1932: Preaching from the Strong

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Good name!" Milo Simmons praised.

Far away in Wollo, Luke Yates was grooming the donkey when he suddenly sneezed. "Achoo! What’s going on? Why do I feel like someone is trying to trick me?"

Little did he know, over at Maknum, Milo’s team had set off. A group of six walked inside.

As soon as they reached the city gate, they were blocked by eight people.

"Six people, pay six hundred immortal stones," said an ancient immortal, glancing at them and demanding money.

Braydon Neal was a bit surprised.

There hadn’t been any fees here before.

It had only been a short while, and now someone was already charging.

"Senior, I’m a disciple of an immortal sect. I don’t have to pay, right?" Milo quickly explained with a smile. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"The races have set a rule: no matter which race you’re from, if you enter Maknum, you must pay immortal stones," the ancient immortals guarding the place said, showing no mercy.

Milo had no choice but to pay.

Braydon touched his storage ring but realized he didn’t have any immortal stones.

Braydon wouldn’t even give a second thought to an immortal stone mine, let alone toss out such a low-level item like that.

Seeing Braydon hesitate, Milo assumed he was short on money. He quickly paid an extra hundred immortal stones, saying, "This is for my brother."

"Pathetic!" The contempt in Damian Fowler’s eyes deepened. He raised his hand and tossed out 400 immortal stones. "These are for the four of us."

"Damian is truly a disciple of the Immortal Alliance. So generous," the girl in red called out sweetly. She glanced at Braydon with disdain. "Unlike someone, who can’t even come up with a hundred immortal stones. I wonder how he manages."

"Recently, many poor souls from the lower realm have flooded into the immortal realm," Damian added with hidden meaning, implying that Braydon was a lowly cultivator from the lower realm.

The currency used in the universe was worthless in the immortal realm. Here, only immortal stones and immortal crystals had any value.

Braydon wasn’t interested in arguing.

The lower-realm beings were often looked down upon by the native immortals.

The local immortals might even be destroyed by the other families.

Milo hurriedly said, "Alright, let’s go in. Magnum is filled with treasures. If we find the remains of a senior, we’ll make a huge profit!"

Damian’s eyes burned with excitement at the thought.

Everyone who came to explore was basically after the treasures.

As soon as the six-man team entered, an expert arrived at Maknum.

It was a peak immortal.

"Immortal Monarch Quast!" The ancient immortal guarding the entrance bowed and flattered him.

"Yes!"

The immortal monarch casually tossed an immortal crystal and went straight into Maknum.

The group blocking his path was none other than Milo and the others.

Milo quickly turned, his eyes full of respect, and pulled Braydon aside, bowing. "Immortal Monarch, please!"

"A mere heavenly immortal dares to barge into Maknum? How reckless," Slade Quast remarked as he walked past.

Braydon’s expression remained calm, uninterested in such words.

There was no need to bother with a mere immortal monarch.

In the past, when Maknum was opened, tens of thousands of peak experts from the seven races stood at the door, too scared to even breathe in his presence.

Even tanscendent-level experts had to bow their heads before him.

"We’ll just take a stroll around the outer perimeter. We’ll leave before dark," Milo said awkwardly.

"You’re smart. In the inner region of Maknum, peak realm experts are everywhere, and even transcendent realm experts guard the place. You little heavenly immortals should just come here to broaden your horizons. Don’t expect to gain anything. Some things can only bring disaster if you get them."

After giving this warning, Slade vanished.

Damian watched him leave and said with disdain, "He’s just an immortal monarch, lecturing us like he’s a peak-level expert. Ignore him. Let’s get started and explore."

"Alright!"

Milo pulled Braydon toward the southeast.

On the way, Braydon noticed many creatures as they searched through the houses.

Though some of the surrounding houses had collapsed, many were still intact, with ancient corpses lying inside.

However, these undying corpses had already been thoroughly searched.

In a short time, four or five groups had entered and exited the same palace.

With such a high-density search, even if there had been anything valuable in the outer areas, it would have been taken by now.

Milo searched eight palaces in a row but found nothing—not even a trace of anything valuable.

Damian led the other three to search another palace. Not only did they come up empty, but they also ran into a conflict with another team.

This group consisted of seven members: two ancient immortals and five heavenly immortals. They were all demons!

Damian was injured, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He glared at the young man with vertical pupils in front of him, fists clenched in anger, as if he wanted to strike them down.

"You can’t even take one hit. How dare you try to block our way? You’re asking for death!" the youth with vertical pupils sneered, but he didn’t dare to start a fight.

The reason was simple: Magnum was full of oddities.

No one dared to touch the surrounding dust.

If they caused too much of a disturbance, they would likely provoke experts who could wipe out both groups in an instant.

This precaution was in place to prevent battles from destroying the surrounding houses, which could stir up the strange dust.

The giant race had suffered greatly because of this mysterious dust, even losing a transcendent expert.

This news had already spread throughout the Immortal Burial Ground, so all the disciples from the various races knew about it.

Even with the risks, the treasures hidden in the Immortal Burial Ground were too tempting.

Rumors circulated that the human race had found dozens of transcendent bodies in the Immortal Burial Ground, and everyone who ventured here hoped to strike it rich.

If one of them found a transcendent body, it would be an enormous windfall.

Selling it to a super race would provide enough resources to reach the peak realm, unlocking access to cultivation methods, secret techniques, resources, and status.

It was a chance to ascend to greatness in one step.

Milo pulled Braydon over, and when he saw the tension brewing, he quickly stepped forward. "I just heard there are dozens of experts gathered in the meeting hall of the highest palace in the east. How about we join forces and head there?"

"A bunch of trash like you want to join forces with us? You don’t know your place!" the young man with vertical pupils sneered as he and his team vanished, heading east.

Braydon shook his head. What a bunch of fools!

Milo had casually said a few words and tricked them into leaving.

Even if there were a lot of experts over there, how could they even get near them?

Maknum was filled with immortal monarchs and immortal kings.

There were likely even immortal celestials who had entered.

As for immortal great celestials, they were the strongest below the peak realm.

One had to stay low-key in Maknum, especially with so many peak experts around.

Damian glared at Milo and said coldly, "If you had managed to pull an ancient immortal over before we came in, I wouldn’t have gotten injured by those two beasts."

"You are incredibly strong. To escape unscathed from a pincer attack by two experts of the same realm—why would you need another ancient immortal’s help?" Milo quickly complimented him.