The Strongest War God

Chapter 1266: 360 Billion

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Among them was Rayha Qhobela, who wielded control over the Oracle Palace and the 16th ruin, suppressing the entire Donta Imperial Dynasty for countless years.

And now, another Young Divine Lord had emerged.

The fate of the Donta Imperial Dynasty still lay in the hands of the Oracle Palace.

Braydon Neal gazed at Qwara Qhobela, her features veiled lightly, yet bearing a striking resemblance to Sadie Dudley.

His tone softened involuntarily. “You awakened me so that I could deal with Matu Joko. You didn’t force me to break my promise. I owe you my thanks.”

“But that was your state of enlightenment. I disrupted it,” Qwara interjected, recognizing the incomparable value of Braydon’s enlightenment.

Braydon shook his head lightly, indicating that he didn’t view the state of enlightenment as unattainable.

He had entered such states numerous times since childhood—more than Qwara and the others had witnessed.

Though failing to reach the realm of emperor was somewhat regrettable after a year of arduous effort, Braydon had ascended to the quasi-emperor realm.

His prowess was no longer mediocre; his mental power and vitality had both reached their zenith.

Even physically, he could shatter level nine spirit artifacts with a single blow.

With his current strength, killing an emperor was well within his capabilities.

As for Matu’s demise, it garnered little concern.

In the eyes of the Oracle Palace, a single divine son was dispensable; they could readily replace one with another.

Having spent over a year in the Oracle Palace, Braydon was not worried about the Northern Army sons.

Any attempts to exploit them would be met with retaliation, ensuring minimal vulnerability.

The only thing on Braydon’s mind was his children and Heather Sage.

He made mental calculations; his two kids were already a year old, yet they hadn’t laid eyes on their father.

Braydon longed to embrace his children, feeling deeply indebted to them and Heather.

Braydon could now come and go freely within the confines of the Oracle Palace and even take leisurely strolls around the Donta Imperial City.

However, Xetsa Yeza always accompanied him to ensure he didn’t attempt to flee.

After the recent battle where Braydon effortlessly dispatched Matu, his standing in the Oracle Palace elevated to just below that of the Great Divine Priest.

The ten Divine Priests addressed him respectfully as the Young Divine Lord.

News of Braydon’s ascension to the quasi-emperor realm and his single-handed defeat of Matu spread rapidly throughout the Donta Imperial City, akin to a legendary tale.

His meteoric rise from obscurity to quasi-emperor in just a year was unprecedented in the history of the Donta Imperial Dynasty, leaving all previous notions of genius in the dust.

During Braydon’s year-long seclusion in the Oracle Palace, no one in the entire Donta Imperial City dared to claim superiority as the chosen one.

Braydon’s presence alone cast a shadow of doubt over anyone’s claim to greatness.

He had become an immortal legend, striking awe into the hearts of all who dared to challenge his status.

Despite his formidable reputation, Braydon remained bound to the Oracle Palace, unable to venture beyond the borders of the Donta Imperial Dynasty.

His departure would invite the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s aggression against Jaa’ku of the Zunde Royal Dynasty, a vulnerability he couldn’t afford.

Despite this limitation, Braydon recognized the strategic importance of the ruins, realizing the potential to bolster the strength of the Northern Army’s forces and expand Hansworth’s territory.

Thus, he dispatched the Northern Army into the ruins, aiming to harness its resources for the benefit of the Northern Army while simultaneously extending Hansworth’s influence.

Capturing a ruin would open the floodgates for a continuous flow of resources to pour into the outside world, potentially benefiting Hansworth’s martial arts scene immensely.

Meanwhile, in Jaa’ku, Frediano Jadanza and Luther Carden, in charge of Machusa, hurried over early in the morning.

“Frediano!” Luther called out to Frediano as they met.

“Have the Northern Army hidden agents reached Donta Imperial City?” Frediano inquired of Luther.

Luther responded softly, “We’ve dispatched a few hidden agents already. Yesterday, we received word that the commander is in the Oracle Palace and is safe.”

“The commander of the Northern Army being under house arrest by the aborigines is a grave dishonor!” Frediano’s demeanor turned icy.

The pride of the Northern Army martial artists could not allow such a slight to go unanswered.

If the opportunity presented itself in the future, he vowed to exact vengeance upon the Oracle Palace and cleanse their honor with blood.

Luther had arrived in Jaa’ku for another purpose.

He added, “The Zunde Royal Dynasty’s territory spans 5,000 miles, with 37 cities all under the Northern Army’s control. Over the past year, a significant amount of resources has been funneled to Machusa!”

“What’s our current resource stockpile?”

Frediano inquired, fully aware of its substantial value.

Frediano’s eyes gleamed as Luther revealed, “Excluding Jaa’ku and Machusa, the other 35 major cities each contribute an average of one billion small spirit stones monthly.”

He presented an account book for reference.

“Thirty-five billion small spirit stones each month!” Frediano’s excitement was palpable.

With the Northern Army’s ten legions deployed, each commanded to guard one of the 37 aboriginal cities, the resources pouring in were more than sufficient to sustain a force of 100,000 soldiers per city.

Essentially, the spirit stones from these cities were stockpiled in Machusa, remaining untouched.

In the past year, Luther had amassed a staggering 360 billion spirit stones, a figure that also translated to an astronomical sum in spirit crystals.

“The shipments from all corners of the world aren’t just spirit stones; they also include refining materials and a plethora of spirit herbs.”

“Are you planning to mobilize the Sanguine Army and the Gray Wolf Army?”

Frediano seemed to have anticipated Luther’s intentions.

“Besides those three armies,” Luther replied softly, “I intend to redeploy the other six elite armies: Cora’s Phoenix Army, Westley’s capital garrison, Cartley’s Southern Hansworth Army, Christopher’s Groot Army, and Joshua’s Western Army!”

Of the three armies, nine departments and twenty-four divisions, the Northern Army held the leadership position, followed by the Gray Wolf Army and the Sanguine Army.

Frediano furrowed his brows slightly and shook his head.

“Mobilizing all our elite forces would leave the country vulnerable to external threats. If a rebellion were to break out beyond our borders, how would Heather defend the capital?”

“Any neighboring country that dares to provoke us now will meet their demise!” Luther’s eyes gleamed with determination.

With the Northern Army commander still detained in the Oracle Palace, the Northern Army lacked a central leadership figure.

However, each of the Northern Army’s senior officials could manage their own affairs independently.

Currently, the Northern Army’s focus had shifted from internal conflicts with the major factions within the country and the hundred countries to the ruins.

They were prepared to confront any disturbance head-on.

Luther continued, “The army commander is committed to territorial expansion and has brought his troops here. We’re not just expanding territory; we’re also honing our combat skills. Since the Northern Army entered the ruins, our overall strength has increased significantly. Frediano, you’re aware of this.”