The Strongest War God

Chapter 1520: They are Here

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“The men of the Northern Army fear neither battle nor death!” came the resolute reply.

“Do you know what awaits us on the distant battlefield?” Braydon Neal continued. “Ten thousand may enter, but only one will return!”

In the space battlefield, ten thousand may enter, but only one returns.

For the soldiers of the Northern Army, this grim prospect did not deter them.

Luther Carden and the others remained unfazed.

As long as the flag of the Northern Army flew high and its soldiers stood firm, none would retreat.

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Braydon unrolled the scroll list, noting that not a single only child had chosen to leave.

These individuals had followed their commander from their youth, guarding the northern territory, quelling civil strife, and now, preparing to face the challenges of the Spirit Sea.

With their entry into the Spirit Sea, they sought to obtain resources for cultivation, saint weapons, millennia-old herbs, and more.

Strengthening themselves was paramount to facing the future space battlefield.

“Tomorrow morning, we venture into the Spirit Sea!” Braydon declared with resolve.

“Yes, sir!” echoed the unified response of all Northern Army soldiers, who promptly left the Second Universe to prepare for battle in the outside world.

Braydon addressed Luther and the others.

“The Hall of Souls is prepared. Soul slaves are stationed at the border between the 2nd to 11th ruins and the Spirit Sea, ready to escort you.”

“Tonight, we journey to the ruins. We will mobilize all the armies and converge at the border between the ruins and the Spirit Sea. It will be an overnight journey,” Luther instructed.

Braydon acknowledged with a slight nod.

He decided against accompanying the Northern Army to the Spirit Sea.

Such a conspicuous move would undoubtedly attract the attention of various forces, including Demon Saint Island.

His presence would only complicate matters and potentially endanger the army.

After concluding the discussion, night had already fallen outside.

Across the South Pole Island, the eighty legions of the Northern Army had ventured into each ruin, advancing toward the border of the Spirit Sea.

Meanwhile, Braydon departed discreetly.

He headed towards the Hall of Souls, where he would await Luther and the others.

As Braydon set off, a spatial passageway manifested above the Neal family manor.

“Daddy!” Judith Neal’s eyes brimmed with tears, her distress palpable.

Braydon’s left foot hovered at the threshold of the spatial door, his resolve firm.

With a silent farewell, he stepped into the passageway without a backward glance, disappearing from sight as the spatial door sealed shut.

Judith, inconsolable, rejected all attempts at comfort.

“I want Daddy!” she sobbed, refusing even Liam Neal’s embrace.

Heather Sage felt a slight pang in her nose.

She turned away, unsure how to console her daughter.

Braydon tore through space and landed on South Pole Island discreetly.

Without revealing any information, he entered the Spirit Sea through the 1st ruin.

The vast expanse of the Spirit Sea appeared desolate.

Retracting his aura and altering his appearance, Braydon proceeded to the Hall of Souls at the core of the region.

Hidden within the depths of space, old monsters from Demon Saint Island monitored the young man’s departure from the Hall of Souls.

Though they paid little heed to those entering, they eagerly awaited the daily comings and goings of those who exited.

At the highest level of the Hall of Souls, Braydon was met by the three great soul slaves, including Beckham Jovel.

“Your Highness,” they greeted with relief upon seeing his safe return.

“Your Highness, Lord Lauritz Hagan wishes to speak with you,” Issac Irwin informed.

Braydon followed him to the main hall, where a black shadow stone hung in the air, projecting the interior of the black ark.

Lauritz and Bilal Yarbro visibly relaxed at the sight of Braydon.

“Your Highness Neal,” Lauritz greeted with a slight bow.

Braydon inquired calmly, “The space battlefield is on the verge of impacting Earth. Are you aware?”

“I am,” Lauritz affirmed.

“The super races in the starry sky are engaged in mutual protection and conflict,” Bilal elaborated. “They vie for control over star territories and seek to expand their race’s living spaces.”

“The interstellar race war has raged for countless years.”

Lauritz informed Braydon that the interstellar race war would persist until one race was annihilated.

However, Braydon had different concerns.

“What I want to know is this: the sudden expansion of the space battlefield, with the border now adjacent to my home planet. Doesn’t that seem too coincidental?” he questioned.

“Your Highness suspects our involvement?” Lauritz’s expression soured as he spoke in a subdued tone.

Braydon wasn’t interested in explanations or further debate.

He made it clear that Lauritz and the other lineage masters better not be scheming behind the scenes.

If Earth suffered due to the conflict, he wouldn’t easily overlook it.

But Lauritz and Bilal had another urgent matter to discuss with Braydon.

“Your Highness, Bilal and I will reach Nurturing Ground No. 788 in two years,” Lauritz informed.

“We’ll discuss it when you arrive,” Braydon replied before disappearing in a flash, leaving no room for further conversation.

Despite the human race headquarters in the starry sky urging Braydon to depart for the human race’s stronghold, he had no intention of leaving.

Returning to his room on the top floor of the Hall of Souls, Braydon was greeted by a familiar face.

“Brother, where are you?” a straightforward guy inquired eagerly.

“Luke!” Braydon recognized the voice.

“I heard they’re on their way?” Luke Yates asked.

“They’re almost here,” Braydon confirmed, knowing Luke was referring to Luther and the others.

“What about Tobey?” Luke teased. “Is he coming?”

“Everyone will be there. No one’s skipping out. Haven and the others will be the last to arrive,” Braydon assured, having already given the order.

All the members of the Northern Army contingent had entered the Spirit Sea, ensuring their presence whether in darkness or under the open sky.

With nearly ten thousand floors, the Hall of Souls housed myriad worlds, each abundant with cultivation resources sufficient for the needs of eight million soldiers.

Luke intended to guide Tobey Lapras through the other realms once he arrived.

Meanwhile, Braydon remained seated in meditation, awaiting the arrival of the eight million men.

Only after they were settled could he focus on his own cultivation.

As time trickled by, Jonah Shaw whispered outside Braydon’s door, announcing the arrival of Luther and the others.

The first wave of arrivals had come.

A million black-armored elites from the Northern Army stood at the Hall of Souls’ entrance, their silence and disciplined stance commanding respect.

Observers from the various Spirit Sea powers speculated about their origins, intrigued by their sudden appearance.

Yet, amidst the army, a flag waved proudly, marking their allegiance.