The Strongest War God

Chapter 1951: The One Who Schemed for the Whole Situation Chapter 1951: The One Who Schemed for the Whole Situation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After thinking about it, Braydon Neal couldn’t help but smile.

“They need time.

We’ll wait for them.

After this, we’ll prepare a surprise.” “I’m afraid this surprise will be quite a shock to them,” Luther Carden remarked with a smile.

Both he and Braydon understood that it wasn’t just the four races who needed time—the human race needed time too.  The Northern Army Cavalry needed more time.

Resources to nurture 190,000 peak experts had already been distributed.  In a few days, the first and second legions of the Northern Army would become top-tier forces.  From the regimental commanders to the soldiers, every one of them would be peak cultivators.  Once mobilized, they would emerge before the world—the great fear of the four races.  This was the surprise Braydon had prepared for them.

“The four races are only willing to cede a hundred territories,” Luther said.

“400 stellar realms—not bad,” Braydon responded with a light smile.

The Northern King was determined to act and cause a commotion.

But this little bit of land?  Everyone knew that war between the ten thousand races was inevitable.  These current negotiations were merely delaying tactics.  The five races would inevitably go to war, sweeping across the universe, affecting all races—a war among the ten thousand races.  That day wasn’t far off.

“Have you found Leron Schatzman?” Braydon asked, his hands behind his back.

“According to reports, Leron may have returned to Earth.

I’ve already sent people to speed up the search,” Luther said, surprising Braydon.

After reaching his peak, Leron had left the Immortal Burial Ground to train and explore, eventually returning to his hometown.  This behavior was unusual.  Everyone gets homesick, but when the Northern Army entered the Immortal Burial Ground, Luther had ordered that no disciple was allowed to leave without military orders due to the ongoing competition between races.  Leron, who should have followed Braydon and stirred up the world with him, quietly left and traveled to many places before returning home.  There was something suspicious about it.

Braydon spoke softly, “Keep looking.

Leron is a veteran in the Northern Army.

Military rules are ingrained in him.

There must be a reason for his unusual behavior.” “I’ve already issued a death order.

I want to see Leron, dead or alive,” Luther said, sparing no effort to find him.  Leron wasn’t just a regimental commander; he was also a veteran general, and he knew many of the Northern Army’s top secrets.  Whether Leron was dead or alive, and in whose hands he ended up, an answer was needed.  Otherwise, the Northern Army wouldn’t rest.  Most importantly, Leron’s soul lamp had been extinguished—likely indicating he had fallen.  If true, according to Northern Army’s iron law, anyone who spilled Northern Army blood had to be avenged—especially for a regimental commander.

The two ancestors of the giant race had gone to the human race headquarters merely for formality and hadn’t even seen Braydon.  It was Maddox Johnstone from the Northern Army who received them and agreed to peace talks.  The four races paid 400 stellar realms for this.

Braydon gave the order for all of the human race’s peak experts to leave the territories of the four races and guard the 400 stellar realms.  When Braydon issued an order, no one dared to disobey.

Meanwhile, in the human headquarters, Cabel Callison, Taarank Briones, and Zachary Burnett gathered in a large hall.

“Why did you give the order to retreat?” Cabel asked, puzzled.

“The Northern Army peaks control 8,000 stellar realms of the demon race.

If we start a war, I can take them all in an instant, along with the starfields of the saint race and innate race.” In fact, all the peak human experts were ready to fight.  They knew Braydon wouldn’t forget the grudges from the past, and the five lords wouldn’t let it go either.  The only option was war—another war among the ten thousand races.  The human race, already the most powerful overlord in the universe, had little to fear.  With tens of thousands of peak human experts and Braydon as their leader, the morale and will to fight had reached 90%.  It was the perfect time to launch a war.  So why had Braydon given up such a golden opportunity for just 400 stellar realms?  An explanation was needed; otherwise, no one would be convinced.

Quite a few peak experts were present in the hall, but Maddox couldn’t offer an explanation.  At that moment, a white-robed youth appeared outside the hall, removing his mask to reveal a delicate face.  The first crippled body had arrived, representing Braydon.  He stepped into the hall and smiled, “You all seem to have strong opinions about withdrawing to the 400 stellar realms.” “If war breaks out, we will conquer more than 10,000 stellar realms,” Taarank stated bluntly.  It was simple math: over 10,000 stellar realms compared to 400—it was clear which was the bigger gain.

“It’s not good to give the four races time,” Zachary added.

“They’re gathering strength and will strike first when the time is right.” Cabel agreed.

“They’ll attack us as soon as they’re ready.” The first crippled body listened calmly before smiling.

“I know what you’re saying—the four races need time, but so does the Northern Army.

They’re gathering strength to stir up a bigger storm.

The Northern Army will be right there with them, to the end.” “I have a message for you: it’s not enough to conquer one region.

We aim to conquer the entire universe.

10,000 starfields won’t satisfy the Northern Army.

Besides, with the strength of the human race, dealing with the four ferocious alien races will be tough.

Once war breaks out, how many of the 40,000-plus peak experts will remain, regardless of victory or defeat?

It’s not worth it.

I have my own plans.

We’ll wait for the right opportunity.” The first crippled body’s voice was calm, but his presence filled the hall, releasing an overwhelming pressure.  He had ascended from the god king realm to the god emperor realm.  His aura was so heavy that even the peak experts struggled to breathe.  His expression cold, he declared, “Within a hundred years, the peak of the human race will follow the Northern King’s orders.

Anyone who disobeys will be executed.” “Yes, sir!” All the peak experts paled and bowed their heads, including Cabel and Taarank.  Normally, Braydon treated them well, so they had forgotten the prestige of Ancestor Neal.  But when Braydon gave orders, they were to be obeyed—no questions asked.

Among the top 20,000 warriors of the human race, only the Northern Army’s top 20,000 warriors could carry out the commander’s orders without hesitation.  When the commander gave an order to retreat, they obeyed.

As Lucian Cross walked out of the hall, he softly asked, “Did the commander order us to handle the 400 stellar realms scattered around?” “Pick geniuses from the regions and send them to the four stellar realms,” the first crippled body suggested.

The generals of all races were rising.  A true Heaven’s Favorite would be forged in the flames of war, ascending to the peak.  On the contrary, if they perished, it was fate.

After making all the arrangements, Braydon was back in his manor, enjoying his free time with his children by his side, listening to his father recount the events of the past years.