The Strongest War God - Chapter 1296

Chapter 1296: Powerful Stance

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal had personally imparted the secret directive, leaving no written records behind, only a single sentence for Luther Carden.

The effort Luther had invested in this endeavor was significant.

Westley Hader and the others felt a pang of guilt.

Over the past two years, their focus had been solely on their cultivation, driven by the singular goal of reaching the emperor realm as swiftly as possible to welcome Braydon back.

Yet, in their pursuit, they had all inadvertently neglected Luther, who had silently borne the weight of the situation.

With Braydon’s imminent return, there was no need to keep certain matters concealed.

Everyone present constituted the core of the Northern Army.

“In the past two years, numerous elites have been deployed to the 16th ruin. The capital is on edge. Shouldn’t we inform Heather about this?” Westley broached the topic softly.

“Big Brother is returning. Let him address it himself,” Frediano Jadanza suggested in a hushed tone.

Considering the passage of time, Braydon’s two children were now over two years old, yet they had never laid eyes on their father.

Luther redirected the focus to the primary issue. “The commander has returned. Prepare to engulf the entire Zunde Royal Dynasty!”

“Yes, sir!” All the sons of the Northern Army in the room responded to his command.

This directive wasn’t issued by Luther alone; it bore the weight of the Northern Army’s commander token.

With Luther holding the Northern King Token, obedience to the order was mandatory for all in the Northern Army.

The 16th ruin and the Oracle Palace had suffered severe blows, so Xetsa Yeza’s earlier promise had lost its validity.

A year prior, the Donta Imperial Dynasty had clandestinely tasked Kyan Yengo of the Zunde Royal Dynasty with reclaiming the 37 cities under the Northern Army’s control.

However, the Northern Army staunchly refused to relinquish them, setting the stage for a potential conflict that could erupt into full-scale war at any moment.

Yet, Luther and the others were diligently restraining the various legions, preventing any rash actions.

As Braydon remained in Donta Imperial City, the prospect of a bloody conflict didn’t seem dire even if the Northern Army were to suffer defeat.

However, if they emerged victorious, the Northern Army would face a dilemma: advance or retreat when the Donta Imperial Dynasty threatened their army commander, Braydon?

This quandary underscored the need for caution, prompting the Northern Army to refrain from making any impulsive moves until Braydon’s return, opting instead to clandestinely bolster their strength.

The Sanguine Army alone boasted 30,000 pinnacle soldiers, while the seven legions of the Gray Wolf Army comprised 24,000 pinnacles.

The Western Army’s 500,000 elite cavalrymen had 19,000 pinnacles, and forces such as the Groot Army, the Southern Hansworth Army, the royal guards, and the Phoenix Army each boasted over 10,000 pinnacles.

Each of their leaders were emperors.

Braydon had left behind transcendent-grade spirit pills, each capable of enhancing one’s vitality by 10,000 Na.

After almost 800 days—more than two years—of consuming these pills daily, the Northern Army men had accumulated significant strength.

Their vitality had surged to a staggering 8 million Na, sufficient to traverse the supreme pinnacle realm.

Additionally, given the profound origins of the techniques practiced by Northern Army’s men, attaining comprehension of their own imperial path wouldn’t pose a challenge once they had amassed enough power.

Meanwhile, outside the door, a lone figure entered the chamber—a youth from the Northern Army with a cold countenance and only one arm.

Ordinary individuals were barred from the highest military meetings of the Northern Army, but this was Maddox Johnstone.

Before his sojourn to the South Pole, Maddox had already reached the pinnacle realm, and his mastery had only grown since then, especially after receiving instruction in sword techniques from Braydon.

“Second Master,” he spoke softly, “the Zunde Royal Dynasty’s spies have relayed a confidential report. The commander is en route to the Zunde Royal City, riding atop the beast emperor-level creature, the Philippine Eagle.”

“Brother Braydon will pass through the Zunde Royal Dynasty on his return from the Donta Imperial Dynasty,” Yuri Qualls remarked, turning to glance at the wall adorned with a map of the territory.

A distinct red mark adorned the map, indicating the Zunde Royal Dynasty—the inevitable route back from the Donta Imperial Dynasty.

There was no evading it.

When Braydon returned, interception by the Zunde Royal Dynasty was inevitable.

The Zunde Royal Dynasty would not permit the Northern Army’s commander to return unscathed.

Moreover, Braydon, as a descendant of a Divine Lord among the aborigines, faced ruthless opposition from the Donta Imperial Dynasty, particularly given their stance toward the Oracle Palace.

They wouldn’t tolerate the growth of the Divine Lord’s descendant—they had to eradicate the roots.

“Second Brother!” Yuri interjected, directing her gaze toward Luther.

“I’m aware,” Luther responded, scrutinizing the map in contemplation.

The prospect of Braydon’s return and the subsequent massacre in the Zunde Royal City loomed large.

He would undoubtedly face interception and potential elimination by the Zunde Royal Dynasty.

How could the Northern Army remain passive?

Moreover, the people of the Northern Army had remained subdued for over two years—their swords at their waists had remained silent for far too long.

It was time to unsheathe them.

“I’ll go fetch my brother,” Luke Yates muttered, a determination evident in his voice.

“How can the king of the Northern Army return without a welcoming party?” Jonah Shaw chimed in, his words resonating with the collective sentiment of those present.

Everyone in the room was likely prepared for battle—a perfect opportunity to instigate conflict.

“We should prepare a welcoming gift for Brother Braydon,” Frediano suggested softly. “Let him know that the Northern Army has remained vigilant for the past two years—we’ve never let our guard down.”

“The Northern Army’s strength should be showcased to Brother Braydon,” Westley added quietly, hinting at the underlying message for Luther to utilize the Northern King Token to mobilize the troops.

Mobilizing the elites from the 37 cities to launch an assault on the Zunde Royal City was the plan.

Upon capturing the capital, all lands within a radius of 10,000 miles would fall under the Northern Army’s control.

Luther’s eyes gleamed with determination as he clutched the Northern King Token, proclaiming decisively, “Secret order. The Northern Army, the Gray Wolf Army, and the Sanguine Army will launch a joint attack on the Zunde Royal City!”

The combined force of these three armies amounted to a staggering 2.6 million troops, composed of battle-hardened veterans.

Coordinating the mobilization of all three armies simultaneously was a task beyond the capability of anyone present.

However, they all recognized the authority vested in the Northern King Token.

It was akin to receiving direct commands from the army’s commander, Braydon.

Without hesitation, the Northern King’s order was issued.

Luther took charge of overseeing the headquarters and orchestrating the movements of the various divisions.

The ten legions of the Northern Army were swiftly mobilized, accompanied by millions of iron cavalry clad in black armor and scarves, mounted on Cloud-treading Spirit Rhinoceroses.

Over the past two years, the equipment of the Northern Army had undergone significant upgrades.

Every soldier now wielded spirit weapons, and the legions were fully equipped with Cloud-treading Spirit Rhinoceroses.

Under the command of Little Fool, the million-strong cavalry surged forth from the aboriginal city, urgently embarking on their journey into the wilderness.

The sight of the cavalry sweeping across the vast expanse resembled a force of nature, with nine emperors leading the charge.

Their imposing presence caused even the wild spirit beasts to flee, clearing a path for the advancing Northern Army.

What was truly awe-inspiring, however, was the sheer magnitude of the army, its thunderous gallop drowning out all other sounds as it blanketed the sky and sun.

Even the birds in the sky seemed to acknowledge their dominance, emitting a reverent aura in their wake.

Hundreds of thousands of them!

The sheer magnitude of hundreds of thousands of birds filling the sky was incomprehensible.

These birds all belonged to the same type—the Silver-Winged Snow Eagle!

Leading the flock was a Snow Eagle with a colossal wingspan of 200 meters, a quasi-emperor level spirit beast.

Perched atop the Snow Eagle was none other than Jonah!

Jonah was known for his ruthlessness.

Freshly ascended to the emperor realm, he wasted no time in subduing the quasi-emperor Snow Eagle as his mount.