The Strongest War God-Chapter 1903: The Three Joined Forces

Chapter 1903: The Three Joined Forces

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Today, the giant race had already fallen behind the other races. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

If they waited until the others produced transcendents... there was no need to overthink it.

The transcendents from Maknum Eastern Town and the South Pole Sea would have nothing to do with the giant race anymore.

Their interests in the Immortal Burial Ground would be slowly eroded by the other races, and they would lose the strength to fight back.

The giants had no choice.

Braydon Neal looked up, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. "I’ve long heard about the giant race’s Giant Spirit Pond. Nurtured by heaven and earth, it’s incredibly mysterious. It can increase a person’s chance of breaking through tenfold, reduce bottlenecks by ninety percent, and help someone accumulate strength rapidly."

"The Giant Spirit Pond has ten slots each day. The giant race is willing to give half of them to the human race," Livius Jahic offered, showing his sincerity.

"I want them all," Braydon smiled.

"What?" The two elders behind Livius were outraged.

Braydon was pushing too far!

Livius’s face darkened, and he fell into silence.

The terms were too harsh.

"There’s a time limit—how about ten thousand years?" Braydon chuckled. "We humans will borrow the Giant Spirit Pond for ten thousand years."

This seemed like an acceptable compromise for the giant race, but such a treasure couldn’t simply be lent out.

What if the human race didn’t return it?

"We can arrange for our experts to escort any human disciple who breaks through. We guarantee they won’t be harmed or mistreated," Livius said firmly.

"Agreed. Also, I’ve looked over this list and made a few adjustments. See if your giant race has any objections." Braydon raised his hand and handed over the list.

The revised list now demanded ten Great Path Primordial Chaos Fruits, 1,000 Divine Heart Spiritual Essences, and 100,000 ultimate-emperor pills annually.

These were highly valuable resources, essential for sustaining the race.

Braydon’s aim was clear—he wanted to drain the entire giant race’s reserves.

Livius’s expression grew even more grim.

The giant race could supply these items, but at a great cost.

However, for such a large race, the consumption was also immense.

Braydon chuckled, "These resources will be supplied for ten thousand years. If nothing goes wrong, your giant race will have four transcendent experts."

"What?" The two giant elders’ eyes widened in shock.

"Really?" Livius’s breath quickened. "Is that true?"

"In Wollo, there are two transcendent realm experts that Lukyan Flerov suppressed. We humans are stationed there, and we know the situation well. Two transcendent paths and two transcendent bodies. In exchange for these resources, your giant race won’t be at a loss!" Braydon’s tone was calm, leaving Livius deep in thought.

If they didn’t accept Braydon’s conditions, the giant race would continue to decline.

The competition among the great races for the Immortal Burial Ground would leave the giant race with no chance.

They couldn’t afford to be trampled on.

This was their only option.

In the entire universe, even within the Immortal Burial Ground, who else but Braydon could offer the path of transcendence?

The giants had no choice.

Livius finally spoke after a long silence. "The giant race agrees to all the conditions."

"The two transcendent experts suppressed by Wollo—one is a level two, the other a level three. They’ve been suppressed for countless years, and their strength has weakened by more than 90%. Your giants can retrieve them yourselves," Braydon said, signaling that the negotiations were over.

Both sides had reached an agreement. Now came the time to fulfill it.

Braydon had no concerns about the two transcendent experts.

If the giants tried to deceive him... the price would be more than they could bear.

If the terms were not honored, Braydon would ensure they were.

After Livius and the others left, Elder Levine asked, "Isn’t it dangerous to give them the path to transcendence? Couldn’t they become a threat later?"

"The giant race won’t become a vicious tiger," Braydon replied. "In the coming years, each race will produce at least two transcendent experts. Unfortunately, the giant race has gained no benefits. Without a transcendent expert to protect them, how could they compete with the other races?"

Braydon’s intent was clear: he wanted the various races to clash with each other.

As chaos spread, the human race could step in and take advantage of the situation, provided they maintained a delicate balance.

Moreover, the turmoil would serve as a way to toughen human cultivators.

At this moment, Braydon had orchestrated the battle between the six races in the Immortal Burial Ground.

In this grand game of chess, Braydon was the player, and everyone else was merely a pawn.

"The giants don’t have much time left," Braydon remarked.

"I’ll handle the arrangements myself," Elder Levine responded, taking the task personally.

The suppression of the two transcendent experts by Wollo was no secret.

While many were envious, no one dared to challenge Wollo, as that territory belonged to the human race.

Even the native immortal race, like Indiana Ibbot and others, didn’t dare risk vying for the path of transcendence.

It wasn’t something to be taken lightly.

With seven newly ascended transcendents among the humans, who wouldn’t be fearful?

In the days that followed, the focus of all the races shifted to the South Pole Sea, where two transcendents were also being suppressed.

These transcendents represented two distinct paths of transcendence, and there were two transcendent bodies as well.

If used wisely, they could help four individuals transcend.

Indiana Ibbot, the Qilin patriarch, the innate race and the others began to quietly converge on the South Pole Sea.

Leading the charge, the innate race secretly contacted the saint race and the demon race.

Representatives from the three races quietly gathered there.

"Stone King, why did you summon us here?" the Qilin patriarch asked the man wearing a purple-gold crown.

"And why is it just the three of us? Why wasn’t Livius invited?" a demon race ancestor inquired coolly.

The Stone King, one of the eight kings of the innate race, oversaw the Immortal Burial Ground, and all innate lifeforms obeyed his commands.

"The giant race isn’t qualified to be part of today’s discussion," he said calmly.

"What is your plan?" the Qilin patriarch Jarle Bergendorff asked, his eyes sharp with suspicion.

"Kill Indiana," the Stone King said quietly, locking eyes with him.

"What?" Jarle’s eyes widened in surprise.

The ancestor of the demon race had mastered 80% of the transcendence intent.

Its true form was that of a powerful mutated beast, the roc.

Speaking coldly, he said, "Indiana is a 2nd level transcendent expert, with close ties to the human race. In fact, he’s practically their lapdog. If we move against him, won’t the human race intervene?"

"Even if Braydon doesn’t care," Jarle added, "Indiana is still a 2nd level transcendent expert. How exactly do we plan to kill him?"

This entire operation was being spearheaded by the innate race, so it was clear that the Stone King should have a strategy in mind.

With calm composure, the Stone King replied, "There’s no need for you two to remain in the dark. I’ll show you my sincerity. Just two hours ago, King Isberg sent word that he is on the verge of transcending. Tomorrow, he will face the transcendent tribulation!"

"King Isberg holds one of the three transcendent bodies of the Immortal Alliance. His time to transcend has come!"

Neither the saint race nor the demon race appeared surprised.

This was something that couldn’t be kept from them.

The Stone King continued with a nod, "Recently, our innate race acquired another transcendent body. In one year, our race will have a second transcendent."