The Strongest War God-Chapter 1946: Lost

Level nine body!

It was priceless.

"Are you the one who needs it?" Braydon Neal asked.

"Yes!"

The silver-crowned girl said after a moment of silence, "Dimitri Murray and the young lord of the demon race have both fused with a level nine path. Mother doesn’t want me to be weaker than them."

The robed youth was called both, and there was also the young lord of the demon race.

The transcendent paths of the two level nine transcendents that Braydon had sold earlier had already been extracted and landed in their hands.

They had fused with the perfect level nine transcendent paths.

In the future, they would certainly climb the ninth level.

Moreover, the silver-crowned girl had already fused with a path of transcendence.

She wanted to switch. This was her choice.

At the same time, a storage ring appeared in front of Braydon—a resource that could nurture peak creatures.

Braydon didn’t take it. He turned around and called out softly, "Ancient Soul!"

"What!"

The irritable ancient soul didn’t like Braydon at all.

The two were one, naturally.

However, Braydon was ruthless, and the ancient soul in his body felt very uncomfortable.

He was always in fear.

"I need a complete tenth level path," said Braydon.

"What? Give her mine?" the ancient soul directly spoke to Braydon across the Nine Illusion Sea.

No matter what, he wouldn’t return.

"Is there a tenth level body in the Nine Illusion Sea?" Braydon asked calmly.

"Don’t have any random ideas. If this girl wants the level nine path, go find Lukyan Flerov," the ancient soul suddenly suggested.

This suggestion seemed reasonable. Braydon fell into deep thought.

The ancient soul didn’t care. "Lukyan’s body won’t last long. With two lives existing at the same time, one will die. Lukyan’s path of transcendence is not perfect."

Braydon knew about Lukyan’s injuries.

Back then, to destroy the immortal realm, he had paid a huge price.

The path of transcendence was damaged.

The ancient soul said unhappily, "Among all level nine transcendents, how many could compare to Lukyan? When Lukyan was at his peak, even the Path Lord who cultivated seven paths had to avoid him."

Braydon looked at the silver-crowned girl.

The ancient soul’s words weren’t without reason.

Within the prison, among those level nine transcendents, there really wasn’t anyone who could compare to Lukyan.

The ancient soul didn’t want to return.

"I’ll take you somewhere tomorrow," Braydon said.

"Alright." The silver-crowned girl was still unwilling to call him father. Braydon didn’t take it to heart.

Kaius Merkle’s life was already in the past.

Someone had to bear the karma of all generations.

Braydon was that big resentful person.

That night, Luther Carden gave a secret order.

Two hundred thousand black-armored youths hurried back to Wollo under the dark of night.

Silently, they gathered outside the main hall.

Until the second half of the night, something unexpected happened.

Only nine out of the ten regimental commanders of the first legion of the Northern Army had arrived.

One of them had yet to arrive!

It was abnormal in itself.

Luther gave the order to recall the first and second legions.

Ordinary soldiers didn’t dare to be late, not to mention a regimental commander.

When he received the news, he should have rushed back immediately.

Yet, he had not arrived. They had even lost contact.

"Have you been able to reach Seventh Regimental Commander Leron Schatzman?" Cole Colbie asked.

"No!" someone hurriedly replied.

Luther stood at the entrance of the hall and said softly, "It’s not a small matter for a regimental commander to go missing. Furthermore, it’s the first legion, the legion that big brother once personally commanded. There’s no way to hide this."

"What’s wrong?"

Braydon let the silver-crowned girl rest and overheard the conversation outside.

"We lost contact with Leron," Cole turned around and said.

"How many days has it been?" Braydon frowned.

According to the rules of the Northern Army, any soldier who lost contact for more than seven days was considered dead.

This rule had continued to this day.

Therefore, every soldier stayed in contact with the military.

In addition, the cultivation of the soldiers of the Northern Army was not weak.

Luther ordered people to build a Soul Tower and used a secret technique so everyone could leave a soul lamp inside.

As long as the soul lamp wasn’t extinguished, the person was still alive.

If the soul lamp was extinguished, it represented death.

"Who has been in contact with Leron recently?" asked Luther.

"Three years ago, the Military Department recalled all the regimental commanders. After Leron consumed the Great Path Primordial Chaos Fruit, he broke through to the peak realm. He then left the Immortal Burial Ground. I contacted him half a year ago."

A regimental commander walked out and spoke to Luther.

"No news in the past half a year?" Braydon frowned.

"This..."

No one could answer.

At this stage, it was normal for someone to enter seclusion for a hundred years.

During seclusion, all external communication was cut off.

However, according to the rules, they would inform the military headquarters before going into seclusion so that the army could still reach them.

Leron didn’t call in for this.

They had lost contact for half a year, and it was feared that he had encountered an emergency.

It was only discovered today after the investigation.

"Activate the Soul Tower!" Braydon looked at Luther.

"Yes, sir!" Luther opened his pocket dimension.

It was a world of birds and flowers, filled with rare beasts.

In the core region of the small world, a ten-thousand-story white tower was being built.

Inside, there were black soul lamps.

Eight million soul lamps.

On the highest level, the soul lamps of the various lieutenant commanders were placed.

Below them were the soul lamps of the regimental commanders and soldiers.

On one of the levels, thousands of soul lamps were placed, all brightly lit—except for the one in the middle.

It was completely extinguished.

The soul lamp was out!

It meant the person had died.

Swoosh!

Braydon’s expression turned extremely cold.

It had been many years since a regimental commander of the Northern Army had fallen.

Now, such a situation had occurred again.

Braydon gently caressed the soul lamp.

A name was branded on it.

Leron Schatzman.

"Send my order, search for him!" Braydon only had one attitude.

If he was alive, find him.

If he was dead, find the body.

He would not stop until Leron was found.

That night, 20,000 elites of the Northern Army left the country, even leaving the Immortal Burial Ground.

All of them headed to the outside world, looking for Leron.

Elder Levine and the other transcendents gathered in the main hall, requesting to meet Braydon.

"Ancestor Neal, what happened?" Elder Levine asked as soon as he entered the hall.

The Northern Army’s movements were too significant, almost making them think there was a big problem outside.

"This has nothing to do with you," Braydon said calmly. "Stay in Wollo. Also, inform the peak cultivators of the race to leave the Immortal Burial Ground and help me find someone."

"Who is it?" Elder Levine asked, thinking of something.

"A regimental commander of the Northern Army, Leron Schatzman!" Luther said seriously.

"I’ll get someone to move immediately." Elder Levine didn’t hesitate and sent out all the peak experts of the race to search for him.

The sons of the Northern Army gathered in the main hall.

"Leron left the Immortal Burial Ground and went missing," Tobey Lapras whispered. "Heather must know, right?"

Ruins Lord Heather Sage, who guarded the cosmic origin—this universe had no secrets to her.

Heather was the right person to look for.

But was Tobey the only one who thought of this?

Frediano Jadanza, Lazlo Abbot, Westley Hader, Luther—they had all thought of it too.