The Strongest War God

Chapter 1519: About to Leave

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal nodded slightly and sent a message to Ezra Evans through his virtual artifact.

However, there was no response to the message!

Calculating the time, Ezra might have already arrived at the space battlefield.

Braydon was multitasking.

A portion of his consciousness remained in the Second Universe to comprehend the primordial chaos path.

In the outside world, he stayed in the Neal family manor to accompany his wife and children.

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Heather Sage and Braydon both knew that their time together was running out.

Once the Northern Army was ready, they would head to the Spirit Sea.

At that time, Braydon would also be there.

Who knew when he would be back!

The Braydon of the Second Universe bought a small courtyard to study the primordial chaos path.

At the same time, the cultivation of the various tribulation bodies had never slacked off.

Each banished immortal’s cultivation had already surpassed Braydon’s original body!

Braydon sat cross-legged and said softly, “The ancient martial arts banished immortal cultivates the myriad paths. It’s not obvious in the early stages, but it’s difficult in the later stages. If he cultivates the entire Myriad Path Diagram by himself, he can forget about succeeding!”

At this moment, Braydon already had an idea.

Everyone said that he had cultivated the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art!

Braydon had also heard a thing or two about how terrifying the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art was.

Since he had cultivated it, he would cultivate it to the extreme!

He was in charge of the Myriad Path Diagram with his tribulation body.

All kinds of tribulations had been cultivated together.

One path, one tribulation body.

Cultivating the ten thousand paths for eternity!

A part of Braydon’s consciousness secluded itself in the Second Universe, striving to forge his own path.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, only a month had elapsed.

With the abundant resources, the Northern Army men had progressed from the pinnacle to the emperor realm, and then to the divine realm!

The Northern Army collectively broke through!

The elites of the Phoenix Army and the Royal Guards also benefited from the Purple Dew Qi Condensation Pill and the Bright Frost Liquid.

Almost all five billion Purple Dew Qi Condensation Pills and ten billion pounds of Bright Frost Liquid were distributed among the eight million disciples!

A single Purple Dew Qi Condensation Pill could boost one’s vitality by 100,000 Na.

The Bright Frost Liquid facilitated their understanding of their pinnacle, emperor, and divine paths.

Moreover, all eight million disciples possessed virtual artifacts, granting them free access to the Second Universe.

Currently, in the Neal family manor, Braydon gazed at his wife and son in his arms and softly expressed, “I should depart.”

“I understand,” replied Heather.

Three days earlier, Heather received confidential information from the capital.

The Northern Army underwent a renaming of its elite troops.

Henceforth, there was no more Phoenix Army, Gray Wolf Army or Sanguine Army.

The eight million soldiers united under a single name: the Northern Army!

This consolidation under the Northern Army’s command signified a significant boost in their overall strength.

With only seventy million pounds of Bright Frost Liquid and sixteen million Purple Dew Qi Condensation Pills left, it was evident that their resources had been significantly depleted.

Braydon instructed Luther Carden to entrust everything to the capital, indicating that the Northern Army was preparing to venture into the Spirit Sea.

“We’ll depart tomorrow,” he announced softly.

Heather acknowledged with a slight nod.

She couldn’t persuade Braydon to stay, so her focus shifted to caring for Trevon Neal and Judith Neal, their two children who were Braydon’s greatest concern.

After all, they were still young.

Trevon approached, asking earnestly, “Dad, can I accompany you to the Spirit Sea?”

“No!” Heather interjected firmly, refusing to entertain the idea of Trevon entering such a dangerous place.

Trevon’s eyes betrayed a longing despite his young age, yearning to explore the world beyond Preston and even the capital itself.

Although he was still a child, his desire to follow in his father’s footsteps and witness the wonders of the outside world was evident.

“When you’re a bit older, as tall as Daddy, I’ll let you venture out on your own,” Braydon promised softly, sensing Trevon’s eagerness.

“Okay,” Trevon acquiesced, understanding his father’s words.

Yet Braydon knew that once Trevon grew up, he would likely follow his footsteps, perhaps spending years away from home.

Braydon realized that it would be too harsh on his wife if he took Trevon with him into the Spirit Sea.

Thus, he made the difficult decision to leave them behind.

“Daddy, I don’t want you to go,” Judith whimpered, her tone filled with distress.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” Braydon reassured her, embracing the little girl as he sensed the arrival of Luther and the others from the east.

The Northern Army was on the brink of venturing into the Spirit Sea, so there were many matters to discuss with Braydon.

He covertly communicated with them, instructing them to enter the Second Universe through the virtual artifact.

In the expansive plaza, which belonged to Braydon’s private domain, eight million soldiers stood in formation, clad in black armor with blades and helmets of the same hue.

The commanders of various ranks had assembled, with 80 lieutenant commanders and 800 regimental commanders present, leaving no one absent.

Dressed in a white robe, Braydon ascended the elevated platform, known as the general platform.

As he took his position, the soldiers pulled out their three-foot-long cold swords with their left hands, the sound of their unsheathing echoing across the plaza.

Kneeling on one knee, they fixed their gaze on the figure atop the platform.

“The Northern Army’s subordinates pay respects to the Northern King!” they intoned in unison.

Addressing the gathered soldiers, Braydon declared, “Tomorrow, all members of the Northern Army will venture into the Spirit Sea. Only sons, step forward!”

A solemn silence enveloped the plaza as the soldiers remained kneeling.

Not one of the eight million stood up.

Observing this, Braydon couldn’t help but feel a pang of compassion.

Despite records indicating that at least one-fifth of them were only sons, none stepped forward.

He intended to plant some seeds for the Northern Army’s future, leaving a portion within the country.

However, no one opted to remain behind.

Despite the awareness of the Spirit Sea’s extreme peril, fear was absent.

Observing the silence, Braydon raised his hand, producing a scroll which he flung into the sky.

Unfurling, it spanned a hundred meters, displaying names.

The first one listed was Gordon Lowe’s, the eldest son of the Lowe family’s younger generation, though their small family consisted of only three members.

“Gordon, step forward!” Braydon said.

“Gordon rose to his feet, saluting. “Greetings, Commander!”

“Remain,” Braydon ordered succinctly.

Gordon clenched his fists, his voice low and gravelly as he spoke. “Brother, when the Northern Army was first established, we faced internal and external threats. The northern region was beset by adversaries from the eight countries of the northern region, eager to encroach upon our territory and launch invasions. The shadow of the Ludwig Army still looms over us. As a commander, I’ve been a prominent figure for many years, but I’ve never had the chance to stand on the battlefield with my fellow countrymen. Now that I’m back in the Northern Army, if you order me to depart, I’ll follow without question. But if you demand my departure, let my lifeless body be the one that leaves.”

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Gordon remained resolute in his decision to stay in the Northern Army.

Syrus Yanagi interjected, “As a commander of the Northern Army, one cannot abandon his duty before the battle. This is one of the Northern Army’s eight ironclad rules!”

“Gordon, aren’t you an only child?” Tobey Lapras questioned, his tone skeptical.

Syrus remained impassive, paying no heed to Tobey’s remark.

From the platform, Braydon spoke softly, “Ten individuals will venture into the Spirit Sea, but only one will return.”