The Strongest War God

Chapter 1643: He Lied to Us Chapter 1643: He Lied to Us Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The war dragged on for half a month!

Each day, the demon army attempted to flee, only to be pursued relentlessly by the entire Northern Army.  They understood that fleeing would only make them easier targets for the Northern Army forces.

Meanwhile, they tried to escape on the black planet, but Braedy Leite, wielding his sword, forcefully prevented the planet from escaping!

The slaughter continued unabated!

Demon corpses littered the entire Meteor Sea.

In a military tent, all the senior commanders of the Northern Army gathered.

Yuri Qualls pointed solemnly at the map of the Meteor Sea, “Patrol Envoy Leite has a hidden illness.

It flared up when he defeated Borhati Kadeye earlier.

Borhati was killed before he could notice.

If the battle had prolonged, the outcome against Patrol Envoy Leite might not have been so clear.” “Of the ten, Patrol Envoy Leite has killed seven.

The remaining three are hiding in the camp and refuse to come out.

That’s a problem!” Frediano Jadanza studied the map, where the three red dots marked a blood-soaked ground of repeated skirmishes.

After half a month of fighting, casualties among the Northern Army soldiers were inevitable!

Fortunately, everyone’s cultivation was at least at the holy master realm, ensuring strong vitality that could withstand injuries, although recovery was not easy.  The higher the cultivation, the more precious the required natural treasures for healing.

However, Braydon Neal would spare no expense to save his soldiers’ lives.

Seated at the head of the table, with the Northern King Sword beside him, Braydon wore a blood-stained white robe, exuding an aura of unrelenting determination.  He spoke calmly, “In three days, we board that black planet!” Within three days, they would penetrate deep into the demon camp.

Braydon had a foreboding feeling.

If this dragged on, trouble would inevitably arise!

Braedy had a hidden ailment, yet he managed to slay Borhati.

If the demon race intervened, they would surely dispatch a creature no weaker than Braedy, with a cultivation level not lower than the ninth level of nirvana.

That would pose a serious problem!

Braedy’s body no longer possessed the strength to contend with opponents of equal level unless he risked his life!

Braydon was eager to swiftly dismantle the demon camp.  Otherwise, if the demon race dispatched reinforcements, the Northern Army would lose their advantage and face attacks from both fronts.

Luther Carden furrowed his brow as he surveyed the red dots scattered across the Meteor Sea.  “Big Brother, pushing through now might exact a heavy toll.

I propose we wait another ten days to wear down the demon forces.

By then, assaulting their camp will come at a lower cost!” “I agree with Luther’s strategy,” voiced many of the commanders.

Lazlo Abbott glanced around calmly.  “This war has already lasted fifteen days.

The demons will be monitoring us closely.

Protracting this could lead to unforeseen consequences.” “If anything goes wrong, the core of the demon race will intervene.

Their forces will counterattack, and the Northern Army will find itself under assault from both sides.

We could face instant annihilation!” Lazlo’s tone carried a grave urgency.

The gravity of the Northern Army’s safety weighed heavily on everyone’s expressions.

Even Luther’s countenance shifted as he grasped the magnitude of the situation.  Choosing his plan was indeed a gamble—a bet that the demons wouldn’t reinforce their defenses.

“Luther, are you willing to take that gamble?” Braydon’s voice held a hint of amusement.

“No,” Luther replied hoarsely, turning to face Braydon.

“I’ve never gambled with my brothers’ lives.

I lead eight million soldiers of the Northern Army.

How could I risk them like that?” “If you gamble, you’ll lose,” Braydon remarked lightly, locking eyes with him.

The room fell into shocked silence.

Braydon rose, taking up the Northern King Sword, and strode toward the door.  “Borhati mentioned diviners in the eight demon camps at the core battlefield.

They predicted the fate of the Northern Army and all perished from the backlash!” “The demons won’t miss a chance to wipe us out.

They’ll strike again!” His words hung heavy in the air.

Luther and the others broke out in a cold sweat.  They knew that prolonging this battle was no longer an option.

To drag it out would mean the Northern Army sinking deeper into the quagmire of war.

If it were the demons, the Northern Army wouldn’t be able to leave the battlefield.  This was because the demon army on the opposite side hadn’t been neutralized yet.  If the Northern Army attempted to retreat, the demons would surely advance and pursue them.

Braydon exhaled deeply.  “We must reach the black planet within three days.

My foreboding grows stronger.

If we don’t handle the demon army within that time and their experts arrive, retreat will be impossible for the Northern Army.” “Brother, the demons have their experts, but don’t we humans have ours?” Syrus Yanagi asked, unwilling to back down.

Braydon smiled warmly.

“Back in our youth in the northern desert, we faced the armies of eight northern nations and asked the same question.

Are there no powerful warriors left in Hansworth?” “Yes, but they wouldn’t lend us their aid!” Syrus recalled bitterly, clenching his fists.

Indeed, could such a vast human race lack experts?  If others wouldn’t help, would Braydon have to kneel and beg?

During their upbringing in the Northern Army, only one person sheltered these younger siblings from life’s hardships—that was their brother, Braydon.  Outsiders were undependable.

“I’ll do my best today,” Braydon said after a pause.

“Luke, did you find what I asked for?” “No, I didn’t find it,” Luke Yates replied firmly.

Braydon sighed helplessly.

“You had it with you when you came in.

Give me that kithara!” “No!” Luke stubbornly refused, making Luther’s expression darken.

“Don’t cause a scene.

Give your big brother what he wants,” Luther admonished.

“No, I don’t want to!

Ask someone else!” The little fool pouted on the steps, ignoring everyone.

“Luke, what’s wrong?” Tobey Lapras asked, suspicious of the situation.

“Prepare for battle.

We’ll launch another attack in an hour!” Braydon commanded, swiftly grabbing the little fool.

In the vast, lonely starry sky, Luke, being carried by his brother, asked, “Are you planning to use the funeral song?” “Luke, I have no choice,” Braydon replied with an affectionate tone, releasing his younger brother.

Luke said anxiously, “My legion will take the lead.

I’ll be the first to charge.

Brother, I beg you, don’t use the funeral song!” “You know the funeral song?” Braydon smiled faintly.

Luke nodded earnestly.

“I used to visit the black tower often in the Dragon Spring World.

I’ve seen that black skeleton before.

He even tempted me, saying if I released him, he would teach me the funeral song!” The black skeleton had divulged information about the funeral song.

“Brother,” Luke pleaded, “let me lead the charge with the army.

I’ll carve a path straight into the demon camp.” “Do you know how many troops the demon army has stationed in the Meteor Sea, specifically in the three areas: the vortexes, the chaotic formation of a hundred stars, and the hunting grounds?” Braydon asked solemnly.

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