The Strongest War God

Chapter 1568: Brothers Fighting

The two brothers were at it again, one giving chase with fists flying while the other bolted with his rear in the air, blowing the bagpipe all the way.

The sound echoed like a dirge, a strange yet familiar sight in the Northern Army.

Soldiers glanced over, stifling smiles as their shoulders quivered with suppressed laughter.

“Luke, stop right there!” Luther Carden’s voice thundered with fury.

“What’s going on here?” Tobey Lapras was drawn into the commotion.

“Tobey, stop Luke!” Luther urged urgently.

“No way!” Tobey refused outright.

He and Luke were brothers through thick and thin, both notorious troublemakers.

Would Tobey help Luther discipline the little scamp?

Frediano Jadanza intervened, seizing Luke by the back of his head and lifting him up. “Luke, enough of this nonsense!”

Luke’s golden bagpipe continued its shrill notes aimed at Frediano.

“Cora is looking for you!” Frediano’s expression darkened.

Swoosh!

The bagpipe abruptly fell silent.

Luke’s mischievous eyes darted around, searching for Cora Yanagi.

Finding no sign of her, he visibly relaxed.

“Men, lock him up!” Luther’s face darkened.

“It won’t work. He’s a master at slipping out!” Colton Jansky, an elegant youth, arrived quietly.

“You’re not any better!” Luther snapped at him, seeing through his intentions.

“Alright, Luke, this time, no more fooling around,” Frediano instructed solemnly.

The selection of soldiers was a critical moment to assess the combat strength of the Northern Army’s various legions.

The brothers understood their big brother’s intentions well.

In the future, as the dynamics of the space battlefield shifted, Braydon Neal hoped that the Northern Army would stand as Earth’s final stronghold, a resilient barrier built on the strength of every soldier.

“Luke!” Tobey gestured towards a legion gathering in the distance. “Your rogue legion is here,” he said with a grin.

“You’re the real rogue! Everyone in your army is a rogue!” Luke retorted immediately, his pride evident.

The soldiers under his command were not to be disparaged.

Westley Hader remarked expressionlessly, “When you lead the special operations team, every one of them is a wild card. And now, with your army, you’re leading them like a rogue. Luke, don’t you think you’re a troublemaker?”

“I don’t know if Luke causes trouble, but his 100,000 soldiers are all holy masters!” Cole Colbie interjected, his dark attire adding to his serious demeanor.

“Big Head Cole!” Luke greeted with a grin.

“You, hush!” Cole’s expression darkened instantly.

“Holy masters?” Hendrix Bailey exclaimed. “Luke’s legion has 100,000 holy masters?”

“And 38,000 have reached the pinnacle of the holy master realm!” Tobey added, his voice tinged with envy.

They were all baffled.

Luke had been leading his rogue army aimlessly every day. How could he have forged such a formidable force?

“So,” Jonah Shaw exclaimed in surprise, “Luke’s army isn’t any weaker than the 1st legion!”

The 1st legion of Northern Army, directly under the command of Cole, was originally Braydon’s personal favorite. It was the premier legion among all.

“No!” Luther shook her head decisively. “This legion under Luke’s command has already surpassed the 1st legion!”

The 1st legion only had a few thousand peak holy master soldiers, while Luke commanded tens of thousands!

The disparity in individual soldiers’ realms translated into a vast difference in overall combat strength.

Luke strapped the bagpipe back around his waist and walked forward confidently.

He lifted his chin proudly and declared, “Humph! Big Brother tasked me to compete with you all. If you steal the limelight, don’t blame me!”

That’s what he said.

Harvey Lay, ever the mischievous one, watched as Luke went off to stir up trouble elsewhere.

He teased, “I’ve called him Little Fool for so long, I almost forgot. He’s the Heavenly Son of our Northern Army!”

Everyone was taken aback.

The Heavenly Son, Luke Yates.

Titles like King Luminosa, the Five Heavenly Kings, and others among the Northern Army’s elites were all subjects in front of the Heavenly Son.

This was the little fool.

The Heavenly Son of the Northern Army was a natural.

Upon Sorrell Neal’s arrival, Luther and the others reorganized their forces and departed from the Hall of Souls.

Cultivators coming and going from the Hall of Souls were shocked to see this reclusive army after years of near-oblivion.

At the same time, ten thousand people wearing smiling masks also departed from the Hall of Souls.

All the banished immortals mobilized.

This time, Braydon likely wasn’t just planning to gather soldiers on the drill ground.

They had to eliminate all their enemies.

First, for vengeance.

Second, to establish dominance.

Third, to reshape the power structure of the Spirit Sea.

The Spirit Sea was a realm for cultivation, and it was time to redefine its power dynamics.

The Land of Return sprawled endlessly.

It was one of the few continents in the Spirit Sea.

However, the land was tinged with crimson!

It looked like the ground had been soaked in fresh blood, with a faint hint of demonic aura that could sway people’s minds.

Staying here for long would surely corrupt one with its malevolent aura.

This place had attracted countless cultivators exploring over the past 10,000 years.

Braydon emerged from the spatial passage, clad in snow-white attire.

He hovered in the air, his gaze penetrating into the distance, where he could discern the vast expanse of land and occasional corpses.

Scattered around were broken weapons.

Cultivators who set foot here rarely took to the skies.

Accompanying Braydon was his younger brother, Skylar Neal.

As they stepped onto this territory, they both felt an immense pressure.

“Brother!”

Skylar’s eyes widened in astonishment.

His strength was being suppressed!

The suppression was so potent that less than a tenth of his peak combat prowess remained.

The impact was more than tenfold.

A peculiar environment!

Braydon, even more severely affected, closed his eyes to assess their surroundings, confirming that this place was indeed highly unusual.

A mysterious force of suppression enveloped them.

It wasn’t the suppression of heaven and earth.

Nor was it the aura of a super creature.

“This place feels a bit peculiar,” Braydon murmured softly. “Be cautious. Don’t act recklessly.”

“Understood,” Skylar replied, scanning the surroundings.

He occasionally spotted figures darting past, hurrying toward the depths of the continent.

Braydon and Skylar proceeded methodically, extending their spiritual senses to survey the area.

Their spiritual perception was also constrained here.

However, they caught fragments of conversation from three passersby.

“Twelve miles to the east, cultivators from the Spirit Sea Realm have arrived. The leader is a holy master-level figure, not weak,” one of them remarked seriously.

“Three months ago, a super treasure emerged in Dragon Spring,” another continued. “It sparked a conflict between the Stone family and the Neal family. Now, there’s news of another treasure appearing in Dragon Spring.”

“Any object capable of triggering a war between two families must be remarkable. Moreover, treasures appearing in Dragon Spring every few years is quite unusual,” someone nearby commented.