The Strongest War God Chapter 1240: The Highest Military Meeting of the Northern Army

Chapter 1240: The Highest Military Meeting of the Northern Army

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The three of the Neal family swiftly departed, leaving behind the less fortunate aboriginal martial artists.

These individuals weren’t under Braydon Neal’s protection.

The violet-clothed youth’s spiritual body showed no mercy, ensuring that they faced consequences.

Even the hundreds of martial artists from prominent families couldn’t evade death, as the five-colored altar absorbed their vitality, turning them into sacrifices—an ominous practice known as the evil method of human sacrifice, typically confined to ancient ruins.

On their way back, Lowell Neal’s gaze betrayed a faint sense of shock.

He found himself puzzled by the martial arts his eldest nephew had mastered.

However, he refrained from asking, respecting the notion that everyone harbored secrets.

“Grandpa,” Braydon spoke softly, “Once we’re home, I’ll brew some spiritual medicine to help you calm your nerves. You should recover in a few days.”

“The stronger the cultivation base, the more potent the mental power,” Lowell sighed. “When one’s consciousness is in disarray and lost in illusion, waking up depends solely on oneself.”

For a quasi-emperor, maintaining mental clarity was crucial.

Once the mental power was disturbed, waking up from the resulting confusion proved immensely challenging.

Nevertheless, Lowell was grateful that Graham Neal managed to preserve his life.

Returning to the 16th ancient city, Sapphire Neal personally welcomed them at the door. “Braydon, how’s Grandpa?”

“He was trapped in an illusion for too long, and his consciousness is in disarray. He needs to recuperate in the outside world,” Braydon explained, handing over responsibility to Sapphire before hastily departing.

“Has the Northern Army arrived?”

“The ten legions of the Northern Army have all arrived,” Sapphire replied with respect in his eyes, aware of his brother’s esteemed status in Hansworth.

Braydon, the current king of Hansworth, led the three armies, guarded nine departments alone, and commanded the twenty-four divisions of the capital.

The Northern Army elites under him had never suffered defeat.

“I’ll go attend to Grandpa,” Braydon stated, expressing concern for the Northern Army due to the perilous ruins and his years of dedication to them.

Additionally, he aimed to settle them down and convene a meeting with the high-ranking generals to explain their purpose: expanding the territory.

With the Northern King having made up his mind, the Northern Army followed suit.

His will was their collective mission.

Braydon gracefully turned on his heels and soared through the air on his sword.

Standing confidently atop the dome, hands casually behind his back, he sped toward Jaa’ku city.

Today, a ma.s.sive contingent of millions of troops had taken residence in Jaa’ku.

The Northern Army had efficiently repositioned itself, a.s.suming control of the entire city and implementing new regulations.

Moreover, Jaa’ku was now under strict martial law.

Entry and exit were forbidden for aborigines, with violators facing merciless execution.

The Northern Army would gradually ease their grip once the city was fully stabilized, but as of now, a curfew was in place.

In the evening, the Northern King, donned in white, gracefully descended upon the city gate, riding a sword.

The first legion of the Northern Army stationed at the east gate greeted him.

“Cole Colbie of the Northern Army pays his respects to the commander!” Cole bowed and declared.

“The Northern Army welcomes the return of the commander!” responded the 100,000 soldiers of the first legion, their determination evident.

This legion, once under Braydon’s direct control, boasted outstanding military achievements.

All ten regimental commanders were personally promoted by Braydon himself.

“General, the Second Master and the others are in the city lord’s mansion,” reported Tanner Lynn, standing behind Cole.

“Pa.s.s on my order, call for a military meeting. All regimental commanders must attend,” Braydon commanded, entering the city to issue his directives.

It had been years since he held a group meeting in the Northern Army, but each time, significant events unfolded.

A military meeting personally convened by the commander ensured attendance; no one dared to be absent.

The hundred regimental commanders of the Northern Army swiftly received the order and rushed to the city lord’s mansion, where the ten lieutenant commanders were already present.

Each possessed strength not inferior to a chaos pinnacle.

Frediano Jadanza, with his body sealed by the sixth layer of the First Emperor Seal, appeared to be at the inimitable pinnacle realm.

However, in reality, he could defeat a quasi-emperor with his full combat strength.

The meeting hall at Chaka Hlongwane’s city lord’s mansion was initially a stylish manor with gardens, pavilions, and a fish pond.

Now, it housed the hundred Northern Army regimental commanders, all patiently waiting for the arrival of their commander, Braydon.

As Braydon entered with the ten lieutenant commanders through a side door, Tanner shot up like a javelin and exclaimed, “The commander has arrived! Everyone, stand up!”

In unison, the hundred regimental commanders rose from their seats.

“Commander!” they greeted, their attention fully on Braydon.

Braydon spoke softly, “Please take a seat. There are some things I need to explain in this high-level meeting. Luther, you can do the talking.”

“Alright!”

Luther Carden promptly stood up.

“The commander has deployed the Northern Army into the ruins, publicly declaring his decision to expand Hansworth’s territory.

“It doesn’t matter whether outsiders believe it or not. What’s crucial is that you understand it’s just an excuse.

“The military commander sent you here for the rare resources in the ruins, such as spirit herbs and spirit stone mines.

“These resources, though common in the ruins, can significantly boost the overall strength of the Northern Army. Therefore, the commander’s goal is to enhance our strength at all costs.”

Luther conveyed Braydon’s intentions clearly—the mobilization of the Northern Army into the ruins aimed to utilize the resources there for strengthening the overall might of the Northern Army.

“If everyone in the Northern Army becomes a war G.o.d, even the nine departments and twenty-four divisions of the capital wouldn’t dare provoke us. The Northern Army will wield absolute power, ensuring that no one dares trouble us.

“Such power can guarantee a hundred years of internal stability in Hansworth. Foreign enemies won’t dare encroach on our territory. If the Northern Army stands at the peak, we’ll be unbeatable, allowing Hansworth to regain its former glory.

“The world’s nations will respect Hansworth, and even if the Ten Great Empires unite, their national strength won’t compare to ours. Hansworth will be a force to be reckoned with, and our people will be like dragons, untouchable overseas.”

Braydon, indebted to the country since youth, aimed to uplift the nation through his own strength.

Yuri Qualls, the Third Master of the Northern Army, unveiled a ma.s.sive map behind the curtain—the map of the 16th ruin.

It depicted the territory with the 16th ancient city at its center, extending for 10,000 miles.