The Strongest War God-Chapter 1943: An Overt Conspiracy is Hard to Break
Chapter 1943: An Overt Conspiracy is Hard to Break
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"I, Lucian Cross, regimental commander of the first regiment of the 71st legion of the Northern Army, hereby issue the order: if any soldier of the first regiment in Wollo encounters demon creatures, kill them on sight!"
Lucian drew his cold sword.
It was an order!
The sound of iron-blooded determination echoed across Wollo.
In an instant, a second black cold sword appeared in the sky nearby.
"Marlowe Spears of the 71st legion’s second regiment, at your command!"
"Stellan Jacome, at your command!"
...
Suddenly, 800 cold sword hovered above Wollo, all belonging to regimental commanders!
It had been a long time since they had received such an order.
A rough voice boomed out, "Haha, look, look! My soldiers are the finest. Everyone in the 71st legion, heed Lucian’s order as if it were mine. Kill the demons!"
The one-armed commander of the 71st legion, Maddox Johnstone, was still alive!
At last, a figure at the lieutenant commander level had appeared.
In an instant, eighty commanders drew their cold swords, ready to carry out the order to slay the demons.
From the distant palace peak, a young man in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back, smiling. "We’ve been holding back for so long. Do you still need my Northern Army men to ignite the blood in everyone’s hearts?"
A soft voice responded.
Moments later...
"Since you’re ready to act, then do it!" His eyes gleamed with a fierce light as he spoke calmly.
"Second Master!" All the regimental commanders bowed their heads.
The white-robed youth was Luther Carden.
Luther chuckled. "The order will be issued in Lucian’s name. I’ll stand behind it!"
"Understood!"
This was the unity of the Northern Army.
When the time was right and the order given, no one’s words could sway them.
Luther and the others would always stand by him.
Let’s not forget, Maddox was once Luther’s soldier.
He had been the regimental commander that Luther had protected most fiercely.
Later, after causing a great disaster, he became a hidden agent, continuing to serve the Northern Army.
Now, with the demon-killing order issued, the black-armored youths in the city sprang into action.
They were all top-tier figures.
Twenty thousand elite experts began a bloodbath in Wollo.
No monster could escape death.
When word of this reached the demon race, the young golden flood dragon’s face twisted in fury.
He cursed, "Idiots! Why didn’t they keep a low profile when they went to Wollo? How dare they provoke the Northern Army?
"Do they really think Braydon Neal is made of mud? The sons of the Northern Army have extraordinary backgrounds—some of them are ancient figures from the forbidden realm. In their time, they nearly exterminated our demon race!
"A bunch of fools. Why provoke them?
"Do you really think we went to Wollo to fight those newly ascended transcendent-level experts because Braydon fears us?
"No, he’s using us to purge transcendents from other races.
"They’re trying to pit us against each other, making our five races fall into conflict."
...
The young golden flood dragon saw through everything.
That’s why, when the five races attacked, they only dared to kill the newly transcended—they didn’t dare harm a single human disciple.
They feared Braydon might suddenly intervene.
After all, they were dealing with transcendents.
The moment Jaxen Neal entered Wollo, he could sense the terrifying presence.
What made things worse was the Immortal Burial Ground.
The five lords were there.
After angering the five tigers of old, they summoned their true forms.
Just one of them was enough to obliterate all the transcendents.
These were genius killers.
The demon race remained silent about everything that transpired in Wollo.
They were all silent.
A massacre engulfed the entire Wollo.
Under the order, it wasn’t just the people of the Northern Army who responded.
Many human disciples joined the fight as well.
The demons that had just entered Wollo turned and fled in droves.
The storm raged for three days, and by the end, their eyes were red with bloodlust.
They didn’t even spare those from the saint race or the innate race.
The innate lifeforms were stunned.
Even the saint race, saint beasts—not demon beasts—weren’t safe.
In the eyes of the bloodthirsty human cultivators, anything that looked strange, whether bird or beast, was marked for death.
It didn’t matter if they were innate beings or sacred beasts.
Kill first.
Even if they killed the wrong ones, it didn’t matter.
No one would seek justice for them anyway.
Just as the storm was nearing its end, a terrifying wave erupted in the sky above Wollo.
The aura was so intense, even immortal celestials felt suppressed.
Braydon had broken through!
In just over three years, Braydon, who had been in seclusion, achieved another breakthrough!
He ascended from the thirteenth level of the heavenly immortal realm to the ancient immortal realm in one leap.
Ten thousand Dharma Idols appeared behind him.
This was the 70,000 Dharma Idols!
He fused with them and stepped into the ancient immortal realm.
Like a fierce tiger, his roar echoed for thousands of miles.
His aura was so overpowering, even the most powerful beings felt threatened.
Too tyrannical!
Braydon’s breakthrough had drawn the attention of the immortal realm.
The immortal tribulation had not yet descended.
A masked youth in white robes wiped away the immortal tribulation with his bare hands.
He appeared in the sky above the palace and, seeing Braydon, gave a nod.
"Are you ready to go?"
Braydon sensed that his third body had also broken through.
He longed to explore the Nine Illusion Sea like his fourth crippled body, to venture into the universe.
His third body had already reached the god king realm.
When he was at the god king realm, he had suppressed a level one transcendent.
Now, having broken through again, his strength would be even more terrifying.
"I want to go out and take a look," the third body nodded.
"Then go."
Braydon didn’t stop him. That was the path of the third body.
In the future, when Braydon succeeded, it would have nothing to do with his various crippled bodies.
When the third body came forward, it was a brief farewell.
He ascended into the sky and vanished into the vast heavens.
Outside, Luther stood waiting. "In the past three years, the situation in the Immortal Burial Ground has shifted rapidly. The newly ascended transcendent experts have been divided among the five races. Their number has already exceeded 140."
"What has Livius Jahic been up to?" Braydon asked calmly.
"He plans to attack Indiana Ibbot," Luther replied.
"Attacking the local immortals? That’s a good move. The three races are united, and the giant race can’t defeat them on their own, so their only option is to target Indiana."
"The five races have gained so much from Wollo. Tell them to provide 2,000 peak resources each," Braydon said with a faint smile.
"Understood!" Luther immediately sent word.
The message spread quickly, and before long, the five races agreed without hesitation.
Everything Braydon had requested would be delivered before nightfall.
Although each race was handing over 2,000 peak resources, it wasn’t a significant loss.
They had reaped great rewards in Wollo, and they knew that without Braydon’s approval, it would’ve been impossible for them to even set foot there.
How could they dare intrude? They wouldn’t have made it back alive!
So, it was only fair that they offered something in return.
News of Braydon’s emergence from seclusion couldn’t be kept quiet for long.
Soon, the giants got word.
Livius silently traveled to Wollo to meet Braydon.
In a hidden chamber, he bowed deeply. "Ancestor Neal!"
Braydon gave him a faint smile. "Take a seat. Do you have something important to discuss?"
"Yes. I plan to attack Indiana tomorrow. I know it’s not convenient for you to take action, so I humbly ask for assistance from a few members of the god race," Livius said, hesitating before making his request.
