The Strongest War God

Chapter 1567: Terrifying Growth Power

“Where are they now?” Braydon Neal inquired.

“They’re in seclusion to recover. Their lives are not in immediate danger,” Kohen Neal informed him regarding Wolfhart Neal and the others.

Back then, the thirteen disciples of the Spirit Sea were all top prodigies who had treated Braydon like a brother.

Now, seeing them heavily injured and nearly dying, how could Braydon not seek revenge?

“Give me the coordinates to the Land of Return!” Braydon declared decisively as he stood up.

Swoosh!

Skylar Neal and Sorrell Neal rose simultaneously, ready to accompany their elder brother.

“We’ll go together later!” Spero Neal interjected hurriedly. “The leaders of our branches should also lend their support.”

“No need,” Braydon immediately refused.

He didn’t want to see more of his family members perish. While the Stone family was formidable, Braydon no longer feared them.

Among the Spirit Sea’s super forces, the patriarchs were all cultivators of the saint heart realm.

Braydon was confident he could eliminate many saint heart realm cultivators.

He had even killed a life and death realm cultivator before; wiping out an entire family was not beyond his capabilities.

Moreover, only a few leaders among the 72 branches were at the holy master realm; most were at the eminent saint realm.

Unbeknownst to many, Braydon commanded the Northern Army—an army of eight million soldiers—all blessed with the origin of the universe before he entered the Bright Lord Manor.

This blessing enabled them all to reach the eminent saint realm.

Later, Braydon cultivated in the Bright Lord Manor for ten years.

A full decade had passed there, but in the various worlds of the Hall of Souls, a thousand years had gone by.

With such a staggering difference in time flow, Braydon couldn’t remain inside for long.

During this period, he ensured the soldiers of the Northern Army had ample time to cultivate.

Additionally, Braydon didn’t hesitate to send batch after batch of Saint Heart Pills, resulting in the formation of a group of holy master-level soldiers.

Over the years, many soldiers managed to break through the bottleneck of the holy master realm through their own efforts.

Presently, the Northern Army boasted four million holy master level cultivators, while the rest were at the pinnacle of the eminent saint realm, with new holy masters emerging daily.

Braydon had invested significant effort and held high expectations for his comrades, who never failed to live up to their commander’s trust.

Power!

The Northern Army stood as the premier force in the Spirit Sea, with Braydon recognized as its top prodigy.

Turning around, he donned the Cloud Treading Qilin Robe.

“Spread the word to all divisions that I’ve returned. Today, we gather our forces,” he declared softly.

The drill ground served as their gathering point.

After hiding in the Hall of Souls for so many years, it was time for the Northern Army to emerge and announce its presence to the Spirit Sea.

If necessary, the number one faction in the Spirit Sea should change its master.

Some people were destined to be kings.

Braydon was one such individual.

“Understood,” Skylar replied from behind, bowing his head.

“I’ll go relay the order.”

Sorrell personally went to relay the order.

Far away in the ninth level of the Hall of Souls, Luther Carden had already received the news.

In the 80th floor of the central hall of the Northern Army Military Headquarters, he sat on a throne dressed in white, his eyes gleaming with determination.

He smiled faintly. “Big Brother has ordered the army to assemble on the drill ground today!”

“Order all the soldiers to gather and head to the Land of Return!”

Luther had assumed command of the Northern Army, following the tradition of the region.

Despite the abundance of commanders in the Northern Army, Luther’s personality and leadership style were most akin to his elder brother’s.

Regarded as a natural commander, Luther was trusted and respected by his peers for his ability to mobilize troops effectively.

Since taking over the Northern Army, Luther had unified the army under his leadership.

His authority was unquestioned, and his commands were treated as military decrees.

Following the issuance of the order, eighty legions began to assemble.

The little fool burst in, carrying a golden bagpipe in hand.

“Luther, why are you gathering troops?” he exclaimed.

“War is inevitable,” Luther replied calmly upon seeing the newcomer. “The Northern Army has been dormant in the Hall of Souls for too long. Big Brother has high expectations of us. Today, we gather on the drill ground. Luke, remember to behave yourself. Do you understand?”

“I understand. You can count on me!” Luke Yates reassured, patting his chest.

Luther sighed with relief.

Every time this little fool opened his mouth, it signaled the start of a potential disaster.

Within the Northern Army’s eighty legions, Luke commanded one consisting of 100,000 soldiers, famously known as the Northern Army’s rogue legion.

They often flouted the Northern Army’s military regulations following Luke’s leadership.

Luther would become furious and threaten severe punishment each time, but ultimately, the matter would be left unresolved.

In the entire hierarchy of the Northern Army, only his brothers were entitled to punish the little fool.

No one else dared to discipline Luke.

Despite appearing careless and indifferent most of the time, Luke’s fame reverberated throughout the northern desert.

Many soldiers, although yet to make significant contributions, knew him well.

Luke and Braydon joined the Northern Army at the same time, making them similar in experience.

In terms of military accomplishments, Luke was not inferior to anyone else.

In addition to his popularity among the generals, he was the most troublesome member of the Northern Army.

Despite his frequent antics, Luther overlooked his behavior and pretended not to see it.

If Luke were to be punished severely, and he were to complain to his brothers or Braydon, nobody would emerge unscathed.

Luke had been a complainer since he was a child. It was not a commendable trait!

Therefore, Luther ordered his rogue legion to vacate the garrison area and be stationed 20,000 miles away from the Northern Army Military Headquarters, exiled to torment others in the outside world.

Little did they know, Luke’s army of 100,000 soldiers were all holy masters, boasting battle strength comparable to the 1st legion of the Northern Army.

Their combat prowess was astounding!

Moreover, Luke’s legion was the most unruly and untamed within the Northern Army.

But who could blame them when their commander was Luke?

As the saying goes, “A fish rots from the head down.”

This situation was no exception.

However, this situation also depended on the leader.

If Braydon were to step in and take charge of these legions, the military discipline of this rogue legion would not be any weaker than that of the others.

The foundation of Northern Army’s eight ironclad laws was laid here, deeply ingrained in everyone’s hearts.

At this moment, Luther spoke in a measured tone, “Luke, our Northern Army is preparing for battle. All soldiers are training diligently, hoping to match Big Brother’s ambitions.

“Everyone knows that Big Brother’s aspirations extend beyond our borders. All are striving hard to prepare for battle in the Spirit Sea!”

Luther’s tone was serious, hoping to instill some seriousness into Luke.

However, the next moment, Luke raised the golden bagpipe in his hand and blew it right in Luther’s face.

The sounds of the bagpipe startled all the guards outside the door.

Furious, Luther rolled up his sleeves, ready to strike Luke. “I’ve said so much, and you haven’t listened to a word!”