The Strongest War God

Chapter 1498: Braydon Neal’s Perception

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“You’re absolutely right!” The middle-aged man with the white cloth exclaimed excitedly. “With His Highness the Northern King’s talent, he’s poised to become a super expert who will protect our Earth in the future!”

“Before I returned from the Spirit Sea, I had already slain several holy masters,” Braydon Neal revealed, injecting a glimmer of hope into the room.

Luther Carden and the others were stunned.

In just a few years, Braydon’s prowess had already surpassed theirs by leaps and bounds.

Braydon’s ability to defeat a holy master while still in the saint realm was shocking.

Such martial prowess and talent were rare even in the Spirit Sea.

Unbeknownst to them, Braydon was already hailed as the foremost prodigy of the Spirit Sea.

All the men of the Neal family in Preston were prodigies of the highest order, with Braydon leading the pack.

“I’ve convened this hundred-countries meeting to illustrate the gravity of our situation,” Braydon continued.

“We pledge allegiance to the Northern King’s command!” the middle-aged man with the white cloth declared, setting the tone for others to follow suit.

As if on cue, a screen appeared where Haven Downing was seated, representing the Alpha Empire.

“The Alpha Empire will adhere to the Northern King’s command,” he announced solemnly.

“The Delta Empire will offer its full support to the Northern King!” echoed another voice from one of the screens.

Each of the Ten Great Empires expressed their unwavering support, their pledges of allegiance echoing throughout the room.

The news was undeniably genuine.

Moreover, the global intelligence database, established specifically for Braydon during his youth, provided thorough analyses.

Given Braydon’s current power and status, there was no need for elaborate deception.

As mentioned earlier, they had forfeited their right to be deceived by Braydon.

Consider the analogy: Have you ever witnessed a true dragon resorting to schemes against an ant? It would be utterly unnecessary. With a mere breath, the dragon could blow the ant away. The vast disparity between strength and weakness rendered scheming futile. A horizontal push was all it took.

In an instant, all ten empires pledged their support to Braydon.

“I intend to lead the Northern Army into the Spirit Sea,” Braydon declared solemnly. “Given the depleted defense forces in the ruins, I urge your countries to allocate martial artists to join the Martial Artist Alliance in safeguarding the ruins.”

“We will share half of the resources yielded in the ruins, leaving the other half to you,” he continued, essentially relinquishing control over the ruins.

To the hundred countries, this was akin to a divine gift.

Yet, no one felt jubilant.

Rather, a heavy unease settled over everyone’s hearts.

Braydon’s actions affirmed the authenticity of the information presented in the meeting.

The current circumstances were dire, evident from Braydon’s palpable urgency.

“The Spirit Sea?” Ian Fick from the Delta Empire chimed in through the screen. “Your Highness, could you bring a portion of the Delta Empire’s divine-level characters into the Spirit Sea?”

“Of course!” Braydon readily agreed. “Starting this year, you must send at least a thousand divines into the Spirit Sea annually. The number can only increase, not decrease.”

“Your Highness, there are only so many divine-level characters in the world. Isn’t it a bit excessive to send them to the Spirit Sea every year?” someone interjected, expressing concern.

Braydon’s composed response left no room for questioning.

“The Spirit Sea offers everything a divine needs, including cultivation techniques, secret arts, and weapons. Without entering the Spirit Sea or reaching the saint realm, it’s futile in this situation.”

“Every year, at least a thousand divines will be sent to the Spirit Sea, and we will bear thirty percent of the quota!” Martial Emperor Yanagi, who had remained silent for some time, intervened at a crucial juncture.

The Ten Great Empires didn’t hesitate.

The remaining 70 percent would be divided equally among them, while the smaller countries would contribute as much as they could and leave the rest to fate.

Braydon relinquished half of the property rights of the various ruins, hoping to observe the effects and future changes.

The Earth’s crisis wasn’t the Northern Army’s burden alone; everyone present had a responsibility to help solve it.

Moreover, Braydon, being at the forefront, bore the brunt of the pressure.

No one could fault him for his decisions.

The most tormented individual in the Northern Army was likely this young commander.

The subsequent meeting focused on the distribution of the 3,000 ruins and determining who would assume defense responsibilities.

Lasting seven days, Braydon rarely participated, allowing Luther and the others to take charge.

In the Northern King Residence, Trevon Neal and Judith Neal, the innocent siblings, roamed about, unaffected by the weighty discussions outside.

Judith had a spirited nature.

She’d spend her time chasing butterflies on the lawn or coaxing her brother to lift her high into the sky when she grew tired.

Watching them play, Braydon stood in the pavilion, a smile adorning his face—an expression not seen in a long while.

“You must be exhausted from these past few days, right?”

Heather Sage’s soft voice broke the silence as she approached Braydon, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

Pressing her face against his back, a trace of weariness lingered in the corners of her eyes.

Seven days of meetings had taken their toll on Heather Sage, not to mention Braydon, the mastermind behind it all.

Yet, Braydon’s response was a faint smile.

“I’m alright. I’ve shouldered plenty and grown accustomed to it. Tiredness doesn’t seem to affect me anymore.”

“Conflicts in the space battlefield are constant, with the looming threat of Earth’s involvement. Today might be sunny, but tomorrow could bring the end of the world—life and death hanging in the balance,” Heather lamented, a tinge of despair in her tone.

Braydon took her cold hand in his, turning to face her tired countenance.

He guided her to sit and nestled her in his arms, his voice gentle.

“Half my life was spent in the military, enduring hardships others couldn’t fathom, experiencing bloodshed and tears unseen by outsiders. In this life, I’ll shield you, Trevon, and Judith from all suffering.”

“Earth nurtured both of us and is the haven for our little ones. I won’t allow it to perish in the fires of war,” Braydon vowed, soothing Heather’s worries.

Yet, some matters weren’t within anyone’s control.

Heather gazed at her children playing nearby, her voice soft. “I only wish for your safety. As long as Judith and Trevon grow up unharmed.”

“Don’t fret; Earth won’t bear the brunt,” Braydon reassured her.

Suddenly, Heather sat upright, her eyes meeting Braydon’s.

A subtle wrinkle formed on her nose as she questioned, “But why are you so certain?”

“From what I know, the space battlefield was originally seven or eight galaxies away. However, in recent years, it inexplicably collapsed, bringing the flames of war perilously close to Earth,” Braydon explained.

Braydon’s voice took on a chilling edge, his eyes glinting with determination. “Now’s the time for me to reject Chadwick Neal and the other eight lineage masters.”

“There has to be a link between the two. Chadwick Neal and the other eight lineage masters are pushing me to leave the Spirit Sea and journey to the cosmos,” Braydon confessed, his heart weighed down by many hidden thoughts.

If Heather hadn’t inquired today, Braydon might have kept these matters to himself.

“The expanse of the space battlefield is immense. How could it be under human control?” Heather questioned incredulously. “And why would they force you?”

“The heads of the eight lineages wield immense authority within the human race in the cosmos. They possess the power to sway the fate of our race,” Braydon explained, his gaze hardening. “Decisions regarding troop movements, reinforcements, or retreats on remote battlefields all hinge on their commands.”