The Strongest War God-Chapter 1945: Tens of Thousands of Peaks
Chapter 1945: Tens of Thousands of Peaks
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The news was sent back to Jlato City.
Indiana Ibbot’s face darkened as he stood on a distant star. "Has that terrifying being been born?"
"Yes, sir!" replied the immortal peak who had descended to the mortal realm, trembling with fear.
The terror Black Screen Heaven had instilled in the native immortals had seeped into their very blood.
It had been passed down through generations, impossible to erase.
As for why the Black Screen Heaven had reappeared...
And who had freed him...
No one knew.
Those who did know were all killed by the Black Screen Heaven.
Braydon Neal walked through the wilderness, treading on the dark night as the black wind raged in the sky.
None of the creatures dared approach him.
The Black Screen Heaven hadn’t lived long enough to provoke Braydon!
His appearance had cloaked the Immortal Burial Ground in fear overnight, with one exception—the human race’s disciples.
The black wind wreaked havoc, but it left the humans untouched. frёewebηovel.cѳm
The other races were terrified and confused.
Why didn’t the Black Screen Heaven dare to harm the race’s disciples?
The reason for this was known only to the transcendent experts of the various races.
They had followed Braydon to Maknum.
Inside the mansion, they had witnessed Braydon directly conversing with the Black Screen Heaven and setting the rules.
The black wind was forbidden from harming the descendants of the human race, and Braydon was allowed to exist within the Black Screen Heaven’s domain.
Otherwise, they would face extermination!
The human race had a terrifying figure guarding them, while the other races did not.
Suddenly, the situation in the Immortal Burial Ground became even more frightening.
However, in a certain place, tens of thousands of cultivators—both men and women—had gathered.
Each of them exuded a natural path connotation.
They were path realm cultivators.
At some point, they had already entered the Immortal Burial Ground.
A young man in a robe released his pressure, sweeping across the world as he calmly declared, "This place is off-limits!"
The black wind halted, refraining from entering.
The path realm was terrifying, and the Black Screen Heaven understood—there was an existence capable of destroying him.
At the same time, a silver-crowned girl from the heaven realm unleashed her heavenly might, enveloping the world and stunning the Black Screen Heaven.
Even demon youths charged into the night with weapons in hand, their swords cutting down numerous black creatures.
The Black Screen Heaven did not dare provoke them.
Every being in the ancient realm had powerful backers.
He hadn’t yet recovered to his peak strength, so he was careful not to provoke anyone, especially as attracting a level nine creature could utterly destroy him.
Everything was unfolding just as Luther Carden had predicted.
The people of the path realm, heaven realm, and demon realm were all essentially hiding in the Immortal Burial Ground.
If it came to a confrontation, the remaining members of the god realm had already submitted to Braydon.
Moreover, the Immortal Burial Ground was the ancient immortal realm, considered the lower realm of the universe.
The beings from the six realms were now competing within the Immortal Burial Ground.
Braydon returned to Wollo and whispered, "Six of the creatures from the seven realms have arrived, but there’s still one remnant from the final realm."
The ancient demon realm!
Of all the ancient realms, the ancient demon realm was the most thoroughly destroyed.
The entire ancient realm had been utterly annihilated, and the ancient demon race was nearly wiped out.
However, remnants of evil undoubtedly remained.
To completely eradicate an entire ancient realm—an entire race—would take time.
They needed to continuously hunt and kill, eliminating every survivor to ensure that, over time, they couldn’t reproduce and would eventually die out.
Braydon stood atop the hall, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Brother, the resources for 10,000 peaks have been fully distributed," Luther said quietly as he approached.
"How many peak experts are there in the race now?" Braydon asked.
Luther replied without hesitation, "Out of the 43,587 peak cultivators, our Northern Army has 20,000. Soon, another 10,000 peak cultivators will be born.
"The Path Lord and Lencho Kebe once provided me with the resources to nurture 200,000 peak-level cultivators. I only gave you one-tenth of that previously; I’ll give you the rest now. Secretly order the soldiers of the first and second legions to be summoned back!"
Braydon’s eyes lit up.
The two level-nine transcendent experts in the prison had been sold by Braydon.
Back then, a level nine transcendent expert sold for 100,000 peak resources. It wasn’t cheap!
The Path Lord and Lencho had come and paid a high price.
Braydon accepted this batch of resources but hadn’t taken them all out.
Now, it was time to do so.
The first legion was the backbone of the Northern Army.
It had once been the only legion that the commander personally controlled before it was handed over to Cole colbie.
The first legion was a direct line of the direct line.
Braydon planned to create a peak army.
At that point, even transcendents would fear the tiger that occupied the Immortal Burial Ground.
He handed a storage ring to Luther.
"These resources can nurture 180,000 peak-level cultivators!" Luther exclaimed in shock.
"Yes, the first and second legions have a total of 200,000 soldiers. There’s still some left, so you can use the peak resources sent by the five races to make up the difference. I’ll find a way to compensate for your second legion later."
Braydon calculated; he had enough resources to nurture 190,000 peak experts.
All of them would be supplied to the two legions.
In one move, he had created two peak legions.
Only Braydon had the audacity to do this.
"The other divisions might have objections if we proceed," Luther remarked, his eyes lighting up.
"If anyone objects, let them come to me!" Braydon’s words eased Luther’s worries.
In the entire Northern Army, who would dare challenge Braydon?
It was probably only that little fool.
"Yes," Luther nodded with a smile. "It won’t be long before the number of peak experts in our human race exceeds 200,000."
"I want everyone in the Northern Army to reach the peak!"
A terrifying ambition flickered in the depths of Braydon’s eyes.
Luther stood silently at the side.
Though he inherited 30% of his brother’s ruthlessness, he was completely inferior to him in courage and resourcefulness.
Then, Braydon said, "Pass on my secret order: no peak human cultivator is allowed to stay in Wollo for too long."
He decided to kick them out.
The safe haven of Wollo was reserved for the weak.
Experts should fight in the Immortal Burial Ground.
"Of the 100 transcendent bodies I obtained from Maknum, 66 of them are being auctioned off. What about the rest?" Luther asked.
"Spread the news that someone has obtained ten transcendent bodies in Maknum. We will take the opportunity to sell all the transcendent bodies. The transcendents of the five races will come looking for him."
Braydon thought for a moment.
This time, it wouldn’t be sold in the name of the human race.
A tall tree attracts the wind.
The human race had already acquired many resources to nurture peak experts.
If he sold the transcendent bodies to others...
It would certainly make the five races wary and disinclined to bid on the transcendent bodies again.
The human race was probably leading in terms of the number of peak experts.
But Braydon wasn’t satisfied.
He knew that if he succeeded, he would be able to transcend.
But it had been suppressed for generations.
At that time, it would be thousands of times more difficult to produce a peak in the universe.
He had to leave enough experts for the race to handle the future era.
Braydon was absorbing the resources of the various races in the universe to help the human race cultivate peak experts.
At that moment, outside the main hall, someone was paying a visit.
A silver-crowned girl entered the hall.
"Little Fish!" Braydon looked at her and whispered.
"Mother asked me to find you to buy a level nine body," the silver-crowned girl immediately revealed her purpose.
