The Strongest War God

Chapter 1988: Pacifying the Powers Chapter 1988: Pacifying the Powers Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation This gift was prepared by Luther Carden for Braydon Neal.

It was also a token from the Northern Army disciples to the commander.

Before Braydon went into seclusion, he had a long-term vision.

Now, in this universe, the human race had the final say.

Within the human race, it was the Northern Army who made the decisions.

Additionally, the territory of the human race was expanding rapidly.  The people under its jurisdiction were directly sent by the highest authority of the human race.

Luther oversaw the human race palace.

The people who were sent to various places were mostly lieutenant commanders and regimental commanders from the Northern Army, all of them disciples of the Northern Army.

The upper echelon of the human race controlled hundreds of stellar realms, and those with power and status were all from the Northern Army.

The eight lineages, once the pride of humanity, were completely replaced by the Northern Army.

The eight lineages no longer monopolized the upper levels of the human race.

Even more striking was the fact that 8,000 years ago, Luther, exercising the authority of the commander, used Braydon’s name to issue an order to expand the armies.

The goal was simple: recruit talented disciples from various stellar realms and have them join the Northern Army.

The reason behind this was clear.

Luther and others would transcend in the future.

If the chance arose, the Northern Army disciples would need to leave this universe and follow the commander.

But if the Northern Army left, what would become of the human race?

Therefore, he was grooming an heir, nurturing the next generation.

This process had already begun quietly.

The eight million soldiers of the Northern Army were the first generation, and the newly expanded army was the second.

Generations of burning fire were passed down, ensuring the continuation of this legacy.

Braydon took 3,000 imperial guards with him and left 10,000 banished immortals to comprehend the path of transcendence on the Path to Heaven and condense Dharma Idols.

In the highest palace of the human race, Braydon returned from seclusion.

The top figures guarding the human headquarters all came out to greet him.

“Brother!” Luther greeted him warmly.

“Are you tired?” Braydon knew that Luther was mentally exhausted.  The pressure from their enemies was far less challenging than the trouble caused by the Northern Army sons.

Managing this group of troublemakers in the Northern Army wasn’t an easy job.

Luther smiled, “We’ve been handling this since we were kids.

I’m used to it.

You’ve been in seclusion.

Did you obtain Gadin Jennings’ inheritance?” “I gained the legacy of the one who destroyed the Heavenly Court with a single sword.” Braydon didn’t hold anything back.

“What?” Luther was shocked.

“The legacy of the one who destroyed the Heavenly Court?

That’s even stronger than Gadin Jennings’ inheritance!” “That legacy can’t be shared easily, and the conditions for understanding it are extremely high.

Gadin Jennings’ technique is better suited for you.” Braydon didn’t hide anything and gave Gadin Jennings’ inheritance directly to Luther.

A legacy surpassing level ten.

If shared with the Northern Army sons, it wouldn’t allow them to surpass level ten in the future.

But becoming a level ten being wouldn’t be difficult.

Outside the universe, level ten creatures were the absolute overlords.

This cultivation method would be enough.

Braydon and Luther entered the highest hall of the human race.

Chadwick Neal, the Foreman Chief, the Green Lotus Chief, and the other eight chiefs were all present.

The chiefs of the eight lineages were facing considerable frustration.

Luther treated them like canaries, keeping them within the race’s headquarters and even sidelining them, making them invisible.

They were completely excluded from the war of the ten thousand races.

They hadn’t contributed or gained any prestige.

The era when the eight lineages ruled the human race had completely ended.

At that moment.

“Ancestor Neal, the war is almost over.

Shouldn’t we give the descendants of the eight lineages a chance?” Chadwick asked bitterly.

“Hmm?” Braydon glanced at Luther and quickly understood.

Luther had likely frozen out the eight lineages.

There wasn’t a need for this.

“Let the disciples of the eight lineages go out and gain experience,” Braydon said softly.

“The new legion in the Northern Army will be commanded by Jaromir Neal.” Luther, fully aware of the situation, suggested Jaromir as a candidate.

Jaromir, Braydon’s second brother, had been instrumental in the Spirit Sea.

The Spirit Sea Thirteen, who had fought alongside him, later joined the Northern Army and had been fighting ever since.

The Northern Army expanded rapidly, and now that they were all at the peak, it was only natural for Jaromir to become a lieutenant commander.

“There are quite a few disciples from the eight lineages.

We should create a few more legions,” Braydon agreed.

“Alright!” Chadwick breathed a sigh of relief.  If the disciples of the eight lineages weren’t allowed to participate in the battle, they would have no justification when reporting back to their headquarters.

After they left, Braydon said softly, “There’s no need to suppress the disciples of the eight lineages.

Give them a chance.

Cultivate those with talent and recruit them into the NorthernArmy.” “If the race wants to fully transition power, it must suppress the eight lineages and weaken their influence.

This will minimize the resistance against Northern Army disciples taking over the territories,” Luther explained, having thought through the situation.

Braydon didn’t argue.

Currently, the four seas were calm, and in the vast universe, the human race was dominant.

From this point forward, there were no more worries.

“How is the Immortal Burial Ground?” Braydon asked.

“The transcendents of the various races don’t dare to emerge.” When Luther spoke, none of the several hundred transcendent experts dared to show themselves.

The reason was clear: Heather Sage.

Transcendents weren’t allowed to enter the cosmos.

Anyone who dared to emerge would die.

“I’ll go to the Immortal Burial Ground to manage the outside world,” Braydon said with a faint smile.

“In another hundred years, the situation will stabilize completely.

Our Northern Army can then be transferred to the Immortal Burial Ground.” Luther could have transferred five elite legions to follow Braydon, but he chose to train the soldiers instead.

He didn’t give the order for mass slaughter.

The remaining innate race and demon race survivors hid in distant stellar realms, struggling to survive.  Every day, large numbers of soldiers were sent to attack them.

Luke Yates was the only one who wanted to crown himself king and exterminate the saint race.

Speaking of that little fool.

“What should we do?” Luther asked.

“Luke wants to claim kingship and occupy the 8,000 stellar realms of the saint race.” “Let him!” Braydon said firmly.

One dared to take, and the other dared to give.

If Luke controlled 8,000 stellar realms, Luther was concerned that the native creatures might rebel.

However, Braydon was already so indulgent.

There was nothing Luther could say.

Braydon flew into the sky, tore open the void with his bare hands, and disappeared in a flash.

He reappeared on the vast sea of the Immortal Burial Ground.

There were peak-level immortal beasts in this area.  They transformed into rocs when leaving the sea and leviathan when entering it, slapping the water with their tails and stirring waves 30,000 feet high.  Truly fierce.

Braydon landed right in the midst of this.

With a gentle shake of his head, he grabbed at the air, and the surging immortal energy condensed into a physical longsword.

With a single stroke.

One sword cleaved the sea for 90,000 miles.

The sword killed the immortal beast roc with just one strike.

The terrifying sword intent was condensed to the extreme, not harming the other immortal beasts.

Even so, the immortal beasts in the area fled in terror, not daring to linger.

Braydon walked on the sea.

Someone sensed his presence.

Elder Levine and other transcendents descended and bowed.

“Ancestor Neal!” “Where are the golden flood dragon and the others?” Braydon asked.

“In Maknum,” Elder Levine and the others replied in shock.