Chapter 1662 Specializing in Killing Emissaries
Chapter 1662: Specializing in Killing Emissaries Chapter 1662: Specializing in Killing Emissaries Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Sword Manipulation Art had been a closely guarded secret, never before revealed.
“Sword Manipulation Art?” Luther Carden exclaimed in shock.
“Not bad!” Braydon Neal’s eyes gleamed with admiration. Cole Colbie’s ability to grasp the Sword Manipulation Art on the foundation of the Mount Sino Sword Art showcased his exceptional talent.
Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of black swords materialized, their collective roar echoing like locusts filling the sky. Streams of black light streaked towards the azure wolf pack, throwing their formation into chaos.
With the pack disarrayed, the 1st legion swiftly moved in with their swords, poised to decimate their foes. Cole led the charge, brandishing his cold sword and rallying his troops with a fierce cry, “Kill!
Those who threaten the Northern Army will face annihilation!” “Kill them!” The rallying cry reverberated as every soldier from the Northern Army drew their swords.
In just fifteen minutes, the million-strong green wolf army was decimated.
890,000 wolves lay dead, the remainder fleeing in terror.
The 1st legion suffered only six casualties, all minor injuries. Not a single soldier perished, testament to their formidable strength. Despite the green wolves’ ferocity, they were no match for the legion, each soldier boasting a cultivation base no lower than the saint heart realm.
As the dust settled, the probing assault on the demon camp concluded.
“This is the No.
6 medium-sized demon camp.
Looks like it’s been severely crippled.
I heard the No.
3 camp, which we lost contact with earlier, self-destructed because of this one,” Immanuel Sanchez reported calmly.
The self-destruction of a military camp failed to drag their enemy down with them, but it certainly left them heavily injured. The overall strength of this demon camp had been reduced by more than half.
“I’ll give them a big gift when the eight middle-class demon camps arrive,” Braydon remarked softly.
“A great gift!” Immanuel nodded knowingly. He could only imagine the magnitude of what Braydon had in store. The funeral song was likely on the horizon, but he hadn’t anticipated just how substantial Braydon’s preparations were.
Braydon never harbored any mercy for his enemies.
Without further ado, Braydon turned and left, declaring coldly, “If the demon army dares to invade my Meteor Sea, we’ll kill as many as they come!” “Yes, sir!” echoed the soldiers in response. The military order had been issued, and Luther, Lazlo Abbott, and the others would execute it without hesitation.
Yet, on the demon race’s side, there were peculiar movements. They had sent an eternal creature accompanied by a group of life and death realm beasts transformed into humans to Meteor Sea.
The middle-aged Eternal bowed.
“The demon envoy is here to pay respects to that lord.” They didn’t even know the name of the inheritor of the funeral song, yet they presumed to negotiate.
“What’s this about?” Luther asked calmly.
“Out of respect for talent, our demon race invites that lord to join our camp,” the eternal explained.
This proposal was beyond audacious—suggesting Braydon betray his race and defect to the enemy.
“Do you dare insult the commander of the Northern Army?
Seize him!” Luther’s tone turned ice-cold.
Whoosh! Mute, once hidden in the Alpha Empire with Haven Downing, attacked without a word, his silence speaking volumes.
In an instant, his eternal energy coalesced into a battle sword.
“No!” The eternal beings were incensed.
“Even in war, emissaries are not to be harmed!
This is the human race’s code of conduct!
How dare you!” “Bullshit!
In war, envoys get killed!” Luke Yates retorted immediately, hands on hips.
The troublemakers from the Northern Army had never cared for rules. Who cared about sparing messengers when blood was being spilled in race wars? Such rules were nonsense!
Mute struck swiftly, swiftly dispatching the eternal creature with a single blow. His martial prowess surpassed even that of Haven.
He was the first to ascend to the supreme pinnacle realm. Mute’s silent, ruthless efficiency commanded respect—even Lazlo, Frediano Jadanza, and others deferred to him.
Despite his quiet demeanor, Mute’s strength was undeniable. In the past, he had even disciplined Luke, the mischievous troublemaker of Northern Army, teaching him a hard lesson in the Dragon Spring World. Since then, Luke eyed Mute with a mix of awe and resentment.
The confrontation between the No.
6 middle-grade camp of the demon race and the Northern Army in the Meteor Sea persisted daily, though the battles remained contained to a million participants. The demon camp hesitated to escalate, fearing the attention of Braydon and the devastating potential of the funeral song.
Even within the demon camp, the spirit body realm creature remained cautious, avoiding any action that might draw notice. His strategy was clear: stay out of sight, avoid standing out.
Did the humans not understand the significance of the successor to the funeral song, just as the demons did? Surely, the successor would have a path protector by their side. But how powerful was this path protector? No one could say for sure. Hence, the spirit body realm demon opted to wait, delaying action until the other demon military camps arrived.
Despite the Northern Army’s mere 8 million soldiers stationed in the Meteor Sea, the demons were unnerved. It wasn’t fear of the army’s size, but rather their audacity in guarding against a medium-sized demon race camp without flinching. This confidence unsettled the spirit body realm creature; to him, the Meteor Sea was a perilous trap, inviting disaster with each passing moment. Thus, he hesitated to act rashly.
Meanwhile, Braydon refrained from launching an offensive, instead instructing the Northern Army to hold their ground. Casualties among the army were minimal—single digits daily—while the demons suffered hundreds of thousands, even millions, in losses. Yet the Spirit Body Realm creature remained indifferent.
The demon military camps, supported by their formidable branches, easily replenished their losses from headquarters. Unconcerned, the various divisions of the Northern Army used this time for training and earning military accolades. As for Braydon, he focused on his secluded cultivation.
All banished immortals were present, refining pills day and night.
“Have the Life and Death Pills been refined?” Braydon asked upon his arrival.
“We’ve completed the Death Pill and Life Pill.
Take a look,” the pill banished immortal replied, handing over two medicinal pills.