The Strongest War God-Chapter 1908: No Choice

Many things were merely guesses, but he was powerless to change them.

Braydon Neal was openly plotting, and Livius Jahic had no choice but to follow all the schemes he had devised for the giant race.

If he didn’t want to listen to the vague plans and fight against them, he would have to go along with the flow.

Braydon turned and sought out Indiana Ibbot.

Without a transcendent, the giants would be devoured by the other races, and as a super race, they would completely decline, eventually dissipating into the universe, becoming part of history.

In the vast universe, the ancient realm, once powerful enough to suppress all other races, was an example.

Realms like the divine realm, the heaven realm, and even the Ancient Demon Realm—didn’t they also dissipate?

They, along with the immortal realm, became this Immortal Burial Ground.

Livius’s eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he muttered in a low voice, "The human race has already won. Braydon Neal’s schemes are all out in the open. We have no choice. In his plan, our race will become the strongest chess piece!"

"Livius, a chess piece can be discarded at any time," the middle-aged man reminded.

Livius looked at his father and shook his head. "There’s no way out of this!"

If he didn’t go with the flow or tried to break free, Braydon would likely strike directly and wipe out the giant race.

Some things left you with no choice!

Livius planned to bring two transcendent-level experts from the South Pole Sea.

If he could acquire two transcendents, the giant race could potentially produce four.

Currently, a few in the race had already comprehended 95% of the transcendence will and were just a half-step away from transcending.

With this foundation, he would go and seize what was needed.

Livius was scheming that, in the future, when the human race ruled the universe, it wouldn’t be unacceptable for the giant race to become a vassal race—as long as they were the strongest vassal race.

Off in the distance was the human camp.

"The giant race has become very highly sought after," Braydon said with a smile, hands clasped behind his back.

"If the giant race teams up with the other three races to target Indiana, they’ll gain quite a few benefits," Elder Levine remarked.

Braydon shook his head. "The giant race won’t cooperate with the demon race or the other two races. If they do, the benefits will be minimal. The Immortal Burial Ground will end sooner or later. The other races’ headquarters are all located outside, and the giant race doesn’t want the demon race or the other two races to produce any more transcendents."

"Livius will choose to cooperate with Indiana?"

Elder Levine was shocked. "If that happens, the two races could likely suppress the other three if they work together!"

Braydon didn’t respond further.

The giants would make their choice.

He was a bit curious—would the giant race side with Indiana or the three races? Or maybe there was a third option?

If the giants dared to choose that third path... they would be showing remarkable boldness!

"If you take the third option, the giant race may live forever, but Livius—you must die!" Braydon muttered softly.

The third choice would undoubtedly be his choice.

If Livius dared to make it, he must die!

Only then could the giant race survive.

With a leader like that, it was only a matter of time before the giants posed a threat to the human race, and Braydon couldn’t allow such a danger to exist.

After reflecting on this, he said, "The time has come. I’ll give you one more opportunity."

Raising his left hand, Braydon smiled as he tapped at the spatial ripples with his fingertips.

Waves of energy spread out.

In the immortal realm, there was a vast ocean that covered half the realm.

Unfortunately, part of the immortal realm’s sea had been severed by Lukyan Flerov’s sword, greatly reducing its size.

Yet even now, the Immortal Sea was home to many powerful beings who never set foot on land, living only in the depths.

In the South Pole Sea, a transcendent was waiting.

The immortal creatures of the sea had long heard the news, hiding in the ocean’s depths, biding their time for the transcendent to appear—then they would strike and seize it.

The South Pole Sea had gained another force—the native creatures of the Immortal Sea.

Among them were many peak immortal cultivators, and in their homeland, they naturally had the power to compete.

Braydon’s finger came down, and deep within the Immortal Sea, at its core, seven islands rose from the white waters.

These islands resembled coffins, seemingly natural but in reality, they were the cores of a formation—the Seven Spirits Return to One Formation.

The islands emitted light, containing pure transcendence energy, which gathered at the center of the sea.

A whirlpool formed, spinning faster and faster until the seabed, tens of thousands of miles deep, was exposed.

In the depths, two figures covered in green fur were shackled, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed like statues.

That is, until the Seven Spirits Return to One Formation fully activated, releasing a massive surge of transcendent energy.

The green-haired figure on the left opened his eyes as the iron chain binding him stretched taut.

He growled hoarsely, "The array is about to break. Power is leaking out."

"Hold out against this wave, and we can escape!"

The second supreme transcendent expert’s eyes gleamed.

He and the green-haired man were twins who had transcended together.

At their peak, they had reached level 4, but later, they were cut down by two realms by Lukyan.

Their cultivation had dropped to the second level, and they were imprisoned here.

Each day, they used their remaining power to resist the wear of the formation, but now their cultivation had nearly fallen out of the transcendent realm.

Without transcendent energy to replenish them, their strength had dwindled, though they were still formidable.

With the eruption of the Seven Spirits Return to One Formation, a tremendous amount of energy was released.

The sea boiled for hundreds of thousands of miles, and countless sea creatures were instantly cooked alive.

The ocean’s surface was littered with corpses—a truly shocking sight.

At the core of the formation, the transcendent energy gathered into the shape of a human—Lukyan’s body!

A radiant white light surrounded him.

Yet, instead of attacking, he ascended into the sky, flying straight to Jlato City, where he merged back into his main body.

This was similar to the golden phoenix in Wollo, feeding the main body and extending its lifespan.

In the past, Lukyan had severed his life source to suppress the transcendents.

But now, there was no need to kill them.

This portion of energy returned to him, extending his life for a few more years. freewёbnoνel.com

A body could last for as long as it desired.

The Seven Spirits Return to One Formation shattered in an instant.

The green-haired transcendent, who had been bracing himself for the impact, was left dumbfounded.

What did this mean? Were they being let off?

At that moment, countless powerful figures descended from the sky.

Four thousand peak immortals from the native immortal race appeared.

The innate race had actually sent out 5,000 peak experts!

Two thousand peak creatures from the northern desert and three thousand assigned to the South Pole Sea all showed up, bringing the total to 5,000 peak cultivators.

Their combined strength was terrifying.

Among them, 2,000 peak saint race members had appeared, along with 2,000 peak giants, and 2,000 peak demons.

Leading the charge were Indiana, the young golden flood dragon, Qilin Lord Jarle Bergendorff, the stone king, Livius, and many others.

Without exception, they were all there.

Five races, twelve transcendents—none were missing.

The green-haired transcendent, still under suppression, was stunned.

Why were there so many transcendents?

His aura might not have been as strong as theirs, but it was still better than that of the two brothers.

And now, with so many peak creatures glaring at them like tigers stalking prey, it was an intimidating sight.