The Strongest War God-Chapter 1940: Many Experts

Braydon Neal had done all he could.

"Alright, the money and goods are settled. What happens next is no longer my concern."

With that, Braydon and the ancient soul left together.

Swoosh!

In an instant, a fierce battle broke out.

The Path Lord made his move, revealing his terrifying power.

The cultivator cultivating seven paths—an extremely forbidden technique coveted by many.

The Path Lord was also a level nine transcendent, and it quickly became clear who was stronger.

Number 1488 unleashed his full combat strength.

The Nine Illusion Sea surged up to 100,000 feet, the power of transcendence manifesting as a sword of pure energy descending from the heavens.

But what was even more astonishing...

The Path Lord raised his palm, effortlessly smoothing the surface of the sea.

He reached out and captured 1488 with a simple grasp.

A level nine transcendent caught just like that—no struggle at all.

Both were level nine, yet the gap between them was as vast as the sky and the earth.

Lencho Kebe, ruler of the demon race, suddenly unleashed his aura.

A black longsword materialized in his hand—a level ten eon artifact, the ancestral sword of the demon race.

With three mighty swings, the Nine Illusion Sea was thrown into turmoil.

Number 1489 was gravely injured, his power greatly diminished, and he too was captured.

Both sides had gained their spoils.

How could they let their targets escape once they had them in sight?

To be freed meant they had the strength to take what they wanted.

Braydon and the ancient soul watched the battle unfold from a distance.

"Those two are likely finished," they murmured quietly.

"They’ll keep buying, and you’ll keep selling."

The ancient soul spoke lightly, sending Braydon back to Wollo before swiftly leaving.

He headed to the core forbidden area of the Nine Illusion Sea to meet with Empress Colette Kepner.

Braydon returned to the human race’s main hall.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he coldly ordered, "Summon the eight chiefs and the disciples of the Northern Army."

"Yes, sir!" Elder Levine responded promptly, delivering the order himself.

The chiefs of the Northern Army had all arrived, summoned by their elder brother.

Chadwick Neal and the other eight chiefs were also present, along with a large gathering.

The Northern Army boasted eight million soldiers, 800 regimental commanders, 80 lieutenant commanders, and several high-ranking officials.

"Ancestor Neal!" Chadwick and the others entered, bowing respectfully.

"At the recent auction, we sold sixty-six transcendent bodies and secured enough resources to nurture 20,000 peak experts. I’ll hand them over to you. In ten years, I expect to see 20,000 new peak experts. Is there any issue?"

Braydon’s gaze swept over the eight chiefs.

Chadwick, looking serious, didn’t dare hesitate at such a critical moment. "No problem!" he answered firmly.

"Luther, these are the two storage rings from the Path Lord and Lencho. Distribute them. Apart from allocating them to the lieutenant commanders and regimental commanders, the rest can be used to assist others in the army to reach the peak realm," Braydon instructed, handing the items to Luther Carden.

Without a second thought, Braydon gave Luther the resources needed to nurture 20,000 peak experts, showing no hesitation.

There was no need for concern.

The reason was simple: the leaders of the Northern Army had grown up together, facing life and death as one.

These were merely external resources.

What was there to worry about?

Luther received the items and quickly distributed them.

First, they were given to the 80 lieutenant commanders, then to the 800 regimental commanders, and finally to the soldiers of the Northern Army.

All resources were distributed within a day.

"When you reach the peak realm and need help to transcend using external forces, come to me," Braydon added.

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The eight chiefs and disciples of the Northern Army all bowed.

It was clear to everyone—the journey to the Immortal Burial Ground presented an unparalleled opportunity for the human race to rise and thrive.

Under Braydon’s leadership, the human race would once again reach unprecedented heights.

With all the items distributed, Chadwick retrieved countless treasures from the race, including many spatial treasures.

Some of these treasures had the power to compress time—where ten thousand years inside was equivalent to a mere year outside.

The potential this unlocked was unimaginable.

In the following days, immortal tribulations were constant in Wollo.

People continuously broke through to new peaks, and the path realm’s Enlightening Heart Path Fruit proved to be extraordinary.

Wollo’s developments could not be concealed from the other families, yet they could only watch from the sidelines, powerless to intervene.

The region had become a forbidden zone for all races.

The human race, led by Braydon, was now the dominant faction in the Immortal Burial Ground.

No one dared to make any major moves.

Every day, at least a few hundred people in Wollo advanced to peak levels, with that number sometimes exceeding a thousand.

A vast number of peak-level beings were emerging, particularly within the Northern Army.

The human race had Braydon.

It was undeniable that the disciples of the Northern Army were being well-supported with resources.

Within just three days, the Northern Army boasted 20,000 new pinnacle cultivators, along with eighty lieutenant commanders and eight hundred regimental commanders.

From that moment, their rise to the peak was unstoppable.

On this day, even Luther came to seek Braydon.

"Big brother!" Luther called as he approached.

"Not bad, you’ve reached the peak realm," Braydon remarked, observing from the main hall, hands clasped behind his back.

"The Northern Army has gained 20,000 new peak cultivators, but some of them are considering using external forces to transcend in the future," Luther explained, voicing the thoughts of the soldiers.

"What do you think?" Braydon asked, frowning slightly.

"While the Northern Army now has peak experts, we still lack enough transcendents. It’s understandable why some soldiers would want to use external forces to transcend," Luther responded, hinting that someone was ready to take on that leadership role.

Just like Harvey in the past.

Back then, there were no peak cultivators in the Northern Army.

Determined, Harvey practiced forbidden techniques and dark arts to rise to the top, protecting the Northern Army flag and holding his ground in the northern territory.

Those years were the hardest, and the elites of the Northern Army all owed Harvey a debt.

That’s why Harvey often quarreled with his elder brother, Braydon, but no one ever said he went too far—everyone owed him.

Braydon calmly said, "Go back and tell everyone to follow their hearts. If they wish to use external forces to transcend, I will fully support them. But if they believe they can transcend on their own, let them follow their own path."

"Even Harvey wants to rely on external forces to transcend," Luther added helplessly.

Harvey was one of the Northern Army’s elites, a prominent figure.

If even he wanted to do it, it set an example for others.

"Ask Harvey to come in!" Braydon frowned.

"Harvey!" Luther called toward the door.

"What do you want with me?" A mischievous-looking young man strode in, head held high.

"Do you want to use external forces to transcend?" Braydon asked, looking at him directly.

"Yes," Harvey Lay admitted shamelessly. "So what?"

"I won’t allow it!" Braydon declared.

"Why not?" Harvey asked, clearly frustrated.

"Because I’m your brother," Braydon said firmly. "The current Northern Army doesn’t need you to make any sacrifices. There are no transcendents in the Northern Army, but that’s only for now. When the time comes, transcendents will appear like bamboo shoots after the rain."

Braydon explained the situation—the Northern Army no longer needed sacrifices.

"What if I can’t transcend on my own?" Harvey muttered.

"If that happens, I’ll fight my way through the Nine Illusion Sea and find a level ten path for you. You don’t need to worry about anything else," Braydon said, waving him off. "Now get lost, you rascal."