The Strongest War God-Chapter 1934: Lucian Cross the Expert
Chapter 1934: Lucian Cross the Expert
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Get lost!"
The black-armored youth on the left wasn’t a stranger—it was Lucian Cross!
In the past, the Northern Army had planted a hidden agent.
He had once followed Braydon Neal from his hometown to fight under the stars.
Now, he was a regimental commander of the Northern Army.
Later, the Northern Army split into smaller units, with the soldiers scattered throughout the Immortal Burial Ground.
Lucian drew the sword from his waist, unleashing a cold, deadly intent.
Boom!
A blood-soaked aura of killing intent filled the entire third floor.
Immortal supreme realm!
The immortal supreme’s face changed.
He hadn’t expected a second expert to be hiding here.
He didn’t dare respond.
Instead, he curled up in front of the bookshelf, trying to continue comprehending the immortal king technique.
But Lucian had spoken—and he told him to scram!
"I said, get lost!"
Lucian gripped his sword with his left hand and walked with the ferocity of a tiger.
The killing intent radiating from him grew more and more intense.
His aura as a sixth-level immortal supreme was even more fearsome than a peak immortal supreme.
The immortal supreme was furious. "Don’t push your luck. If you strike, you won’t get away unscathed. If other experts arrive, you’ll be wiped out."
"With the cold sword here, who dares to drive away the disciples of the Northern Army?"
"Kill!" Lucian charged, sword flashing. "Who dares claim strength before the cold sword?"
The Northern Army’s sword, black flag—each symbol represented the Northern Army.
All the tribes knew the elite soldiers of the Northern Army.
They were the followers of the most monstrous existence of the human race.
The more important someone was, the more they knew about this, and the less likely they were to attack the Northern Army.
Moreover, years ago, after the birth of the transcendent realm expert, the supreme figures of various races had already given their peak figures a heads-up:
When you encounter the disciples of the Northern Army, give way if you can. If a conflict can’t be avoided, you may injure them, but you must not kill!
The bottom line was that their hands must not be stained with the blood of the Northern Army disciples.
If that happened, Braydon would not let it slide.
At this moment, both sides began to attack.
Lucian unleashed a dazzling radiance as he executed the Overpowering Sword.
It was one of the eight blade techniques—the Overpowering Sword.
All the disciples of the Northern Army practiced it.
Under the Overpowering Sword, three slashes severed his head.
The immortal supreme’s soul fled, but was killed nonetheless.
The entire place fell silent.
Everyone stared at Lucian as if they were looking at a god.
"Second Brother, continue breaking the formation," said Lucian, sheathing his sword.
"Understood!"
The tiger-eyed young man, also a regimental commander named Marlowe Spears, drew his sword and struck the door.
Five slashes in one breath.
Boom!
The door shattered, and the fourth layer of the formation broke.
However, the array formation that had trapped the ancient immortal was now destroyed.
Without hesitation, Lucian and the others entered the fourth floor.
Those who were still hesitating on the third floor quickly followed them into the fourth floor.
It was even larger than the third floor, filled with many weapons.
Spears, swords, cudgels, armor, capes—everything was available.
They were all Celestial Artifacts!
"Take it away!" With a wave of her hand, Lucian collected all the weapons.
There were hundreds of thousands of immortal artifacts, including several immortal king weapons.
Lucian and the others pocketed them all, leaving not even a single hair behind.
This attracted envy and jealousy from everyone else, but no one dared to fight for it.
The three of them were immortal supremes.
While the treasures were valuable, their lives were more important.
Coincidentally, at that moment, an expert had descended!
A palm struck toward the palace, causing the hundred-meter-tall structure to shake.
All the jade slips on the third floor exploded and flew out.
Milo Simmons, who had been comprehending, quickly tucked a jade slip behind him and stowed it away.
At that moment, countless jade slips and tens of thousands of cabinets exploded, sending jade slips flying everywhere.
Those who failed to comprehend reached out to snatch them in surprise.
Quick individuals managed to grab thousands of jade slips instantly.
However, disaster soon followed.
The entire palace had stood there for countless years, accumulating a thick layer of dust in the corners of the roof.
As the dust fell, some people couldn’t dodge in time and ended up covered in it.
Dust entered their bodies, causing black hair to sprout all over.
Everyone was terrified. This was... the Black Screen Heaven!
In an instant, those who had managed to collect many jade slips felt their hearts sink into despair.
Braydon grabbed Milo and headed straight for the fourth floor.
A strong wind stirred around him, blowing away all the dust.
Milo, ever fearless, seized the opportunity and swept away thousands of flying jade slips.
He didn’t want to miss this chance.
At the same time, a cloud of dust rose outside the palace.
Many people outside couldn’t escape in time and got stained by it, causing goosebumps to rise on their skin.
The being who attacked was an immortal celestial—the strongest below the peak.
He had finally been drawn here.
With a single palm, he shattered six layers of seals.
The restrictions from the fifth to the tenth floors all crumbled away.
The seals on the tenth floor of the thirteenth floor were broken as well, causing the third layer of the Sword Battle Seal to disintegrate along with it.
The immortal celestial, with a head full of golden hair, entered the tenth floor, exuding a supreme pressure with every move.
Braydon, now on the fourth level, sensed the commotion outside and calmly said to Milo, "Immortal great celestials have been lured here. If nothing goes wrong, the peak will be here soon."
"Then let’s leave early. We’ll make a big profit this time!"
Milo’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he sent a voice transmission to Braydon. "There are more than 3,000 jade slips here. While there are more immortal realm secret techniques, I just got two immortal monarch level secret techniques. They can definitely fetch a high price outside."
"We’ve made a huge profit this time. Same old rules: we’ll split it evenly."
Milo took the initiative to suggest splitting the jade scrolls right down the middle.
A loyal guy like him was truly rare; at least he didn’t forget about righteousness in the name of profit.
After all, Braydon had saved him just moments ago.
Otherwise, if the dust had touched his body and black hair had grown, he would have been in serious trouble—his very soul would have been imprisoned by the Black Screen Heaven. frёewebηovel.cѳm
Braydon patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "I don’t want the jade slips. Keep them for yourself. You can trade them later for your own cultivation resources. Just be on guard against them."
"What kind of person do you take me for? We agreed on a 50-50 split, and I will definitely stick to that. Don’t worry, I’m not someone who forgets righteousness for profit."
Milo felt a bit angry, thinking that Braydon was looking down on him.
He had come here to try his luck, and now that he had scored some benefits, he definitely wouldn’t take them all for himself.
Braydon couldn’t help but laugh; he hadn’t expected this guy to get angry.
At the same time, Damian Fowler walked over and glared at Milo. "Why didn’t you two help me just now?"
"In the war between ancient immortals, we would be courting death if we rushed in." Milo looked at him and spoke the truth.
Damian changed the topic. "I saw you before you entered this floor. You snatched quite a few jade slips. According to the distribution among the six of us, I’m the strongest, so I should get 30%."
"What?" Milo couldn’t believe how thick-skinned this guy was for asking for 30%.
"You don’t want to?" Damian shot him an unfriendly glance.
"I’m telling you, we won’t give you a single cent. Ever since we entered this palace, you’ve only looked out for yourself. You said we were a team, but have you ever helped us? We risked our lives to get this, so why should we give it to you?"
Milo was angry, but he didn’t send a voice transmission.
