The Strongest War God-Chapter 1929: Infighting

"Let them calm down," Braydon Neal said softly. "They might give up on the auction."

Elder Levine was stunned.

Would Indiana Ibbot and the others really withdraw after reconsidering?

In fact, some people would.

A level seven body, draining the race’s entire foundation—it was too reckless.

For a super race, this decision bordered on madness.

Gambling the fate of the race for a corpse?

There would surely be strong opposition within the race.

That’s why he couldn’t afford to let them come to their senses.

On stage, Imran Haak quickened the auction’s pace in response to the relentless bids.

"Room 109 bids 98 trillion auction coins. If there isn’t..."

"One hundred trillion!"

The golden flood dragon shouted from the window, his eyes almost red with desperation.

One hundred trillion auction coins.

For the demons, it meant pulling resources that could nurture a thousand peak-level cultivators all at once.

It was an enormous strain.

"One hundred and five trillion!" Livius Jahic’s eyes gleamed with fierce determination.

"One hundred and ten trillion!"

The stone king and the others followed, bidding even more aggressively than before.

"It’s not worth it," said the young man in a robe quietly from his private box. "It’s not worth paying such a price for a level seven body."

The ultimate goal of the people from the three ancient realms was the body from Maknum, not this seventh-level body.

So it was time to stop.

It just wasn’t worth it.

At the same time, the silver-crowned girl, the demon youth, and the robed youth all withdrew.

The representative of the three great ancient realms exited the auction.

Braydon’s lips curled into a cold smile.

The reason these three withdrew was for the body from Maknum.

When the time came, the three families would fight for it, and that would be another massive fortune.

"One hundred and fifteen trillion!" Jarle Bergendorff roared.

They were still fighting.

The old geezers from the various races sent messages, all conveying the same demand: terminate the auction! Otherwise, the races wouldn’t provide them with resources.

The stone king clenched his fists in a private room. "This bunch of old fools!" he said angrily. "Losing the body of a seventh-level transcendent cultivator will put our innate race in danger of extinction in the future."

"Old fool!"

When Jarle received the news, he was equally furious.

Almost simultaneously, they all got word from their respective races—except for the giants.

"Livius, what do you want to do?" asked an old giant.

"Fight!" Livius declared, clenching his fists.

His resolve was firm. They would fight for it at all costs, even if it meant depleting their race’s strength.

The old giant nodded slowly. "All the treasures and resources from the race are already on the way. You’re in charge. After you obtain the seventh-level body, you’ll destroy your transcendence path and fuse with the seventh-level path."

"No! Braydon won’t let me live," Livius replied, shaking his head in a low voice.

"What?" The old giant was taken aback.

He couldn’t understand why Livius would say that.

Only Livius himself knew that after the incident at the South Pole Sea, Braydon probably wanted him dead.

Braydon wanted a war between the various races.

But what did Livius do?

At the South Pole Sea, he aimed for the giant race to be the only one with two transcendent bodies, wanting to be stronger than the immortal race, Indiana, and the other three races.

It was clear he had crossed Braydon’s bottom line.

The giants could still exist, but Livius must die.

Back then, when the giant race was on the verge of success, five transcendents suddenly appeared, halting everything and causing the giant race’s plan to fail.

If they were to be so focused on their immediate target or goal, they would fail to notice the hidden danger that is right behind them.

Yet another hunter had entered the fray.

Braydon was the hunter.

Only he, the mastermind, could intervene at the critical moment and change everything.

This led Livius to suspect that the five transcendents were Braydon’s men!

He had no proof, but deep down, he had a hunch.

If that were the case, Braydon would definitely not let him live.

He hadn’t made a move yet because the time wasn’t right.

Therefore, even if he won this level seven body, Livius knew he couldn’t be the one to fuse with the level seven transcendence path.

He had long accepted his fate as a dead man.

"1,500,000!" Livius turned and stood outside the window after receiving support from his race. He began bidding.

"What?!"

"Damn it!"

"Has the giant race gone mad?"

"If the race supports me, this level seven body will definitely belong to the saint race!"

"Old fool of the race, this is a golden opportunity!"

In the private room, various discussions continued.

The expressions of the large races, including the immortals led by Indiana, were extremely grim.

The giants were too dangerous.

The battle at the South Pole Sea had sounded the alarm for them.

The giants’ ambitions were beyond their imagination.

If Livius obtained a seventh-level body, it would be too perilous.

However, their race had already cut off the supply of resources.

If they couldn’t exchange for auction coins, they would have to withdraw from the auction.

At this moment, the stone king of the innate race turned to King Isberg and asked, "How many auction coins do we still have?"

"Less than 70 trillion!" King Isberg replied quickly.

The stone king’s expression soured a bit.

He seemed to have made up his mind and secretly contacted the golden flood dragon, asking, "How many auction coins do you have left?"

"Less than 90 trillion!"

The golden flood dragon seemed to grasp the stone king’s intentions.

Plus, with the giant race being so powerful, there was no need to hide anything, so he told the truth.

The stone king’s expression grew darker. "I have less than 70 trillion. If we join forces, we can only hold out for a while. Livius will definitely get the support of the giant race. If we want to secure a level seven body, we won’t have enough."

"Get the saint race on board!" the golden flood dragon said bluntly.

"Alright," the stone king replied solemnly. "We’ll discuss the distribution after we bid for the seventh-level body. It’s better for the three of us to bid together than let Livius get it."

"That bastard! Once he fuses with the level seven transcendence path, he’ll be able to succeed and attack us!"

The golden flood dragon understood the giants’ ambitions.

If Livius succeeded, there was no need to think too much; all three races would be in trouble.

The saint race’s Jarle Bergendorff was pulled onto the warship, revealing that they only had around the same number of auction coins as the innate race.

Together, the three of them had 235 trillion auction coins, giving them the power to compete.

"Leader Jarle Bergendorff has offered 150 trillion. Is there anyone who wants to bid higher?" Imran said softly from the stage. "If not, congratulations to the giant race..."

"Wait!"

"200 trillion!" The stone king suddenly shouted, raising the bid by such a large amount.

Everyone was shocked.

The hall erupted with chatter.

It was clear that Livius’s previous bid had silenced the various large races, and they had almost locked onto the last item.

Why did the stone king of the innate race suddenly raise the price so fiercely?

There was something fishy about it.

"What?" Livius’s face darkened, and he frowned. "The innate race is also using all their strength?"

No! Livius’s gaze fell on the other boxes.

Jarle and the golden flood dragon stood by the window, looking at them coldly.

They had joined forces!

This thought crossed Livius’s mind.

"Damn it! 210 trillion!" he said, his expression grim as he spoke again.