Chapter 1666 The Undefeated Myth
Chapter 1666: The Undefeated Myth Chapter 1666: The Undefeated Myth Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Another medium-sized military camp had arrived, belonging to the demon race! Two out of the eight middle-level demon camps had shown up. A red fox, transformed into a human, descended. It was a spirit body realm being.
“Brother Hakiba!” The inky flood dragon stepped forward to welcome him.
Hakiba Gibodo nodded.
“Those old fellows don’t dare to make a move themselves, but they want us to be cannon fodder!” The inky flood dragon was secretly resentful.
Hakiba shook his head. “Previously, the leader of the imperial killer ant tribe had personally descended here.
In the end, he was ambushed by the human race’s Paxton Foreman.
Those old things don’t dare to act recklessly now.
Otherwise, this battlefield will be wiped out by the experts!” A trace of fear flashed in the depths of the inky flood dragon’s eyes. He knew the price of a battle between supreme experts. This battlefield would be destroyed by the aftershocks of the experts. Instead of doing this, they might as well attack Braydon Neal themselves.
“Paxton Foreman, the number one genius of the Foremans in the past million years, is indeed a troublesome fellow,” the inky flood dragon said in a low voice.
“What do you plan to do?” Hakiba asked.
The two spirit body realm beings understood that the inky flood dragon could dawdle here by itself, but not now! With the arrival of the two middle-grade military camps, if they didn’t make some movements and achievements, those old things would definitely suspect something.
Therefore, only two hours had passed when the two medium-sized military camps each sent out tens of millions of elites. Countless demon armies, all Zergs! Tens of thousands of demon mantises were present.
In the Meteor Sea region, Lazlo Abbott’s eyes lit up. He clasped his hands behind his back and shouted, “Prepare for battle!
These guys are finally making a move!” “Luke!” Luther Carden’s eyes lit up as he turned around and shouted coldly, “What are you doing?” Luke Yates was chewing on a cucumber again, looking like he was in a daze.
“You’ve always asked Big Brother for resources.
Don’t think I don’t know.
Just three days ago, you took 100,000 supreme-grade Life and Death Path Pills from Big Brother!” Luther snapped.
Such a large batch of resources had directly surpassed Luther, causing tension among the commanders, especially Colton Jansky and Tobey Lapras, the two troublemakers who caused problems for Luther every day and also wanted resources.
Luther had no choice but to ask the two of them to look for Braydon. Those two troublemakers only dared to mess with Luther; they didn’t dare to mess with Braydon. If they didn’t handle it well, they would be easily beaten up. In the end, they went to look for Luke and each of them took 10,000 supreme-grade Life and Death Path Pills.
At this moment, it was time for Little Fool to contribute! Although Luke was unreliable, he and his legion had never been afraid of a fight!
The Northern Army had an unwritten rule: whichever army was the most arrogant meant that their overall strength was higher. Everyone respected the strong! Usually, the more arrogant and unruly you were, the more you did not abide by the rules, which meant you were extremely powerful and had to make contributions on the battlefield. Without merit or strength, wanting to break the rules was courting death!
Luke’s rogue legion was always causing trouble, but there was nothing wrong with letting them be the vanguard. One must know that the vanguard of the first battle in the past was the big brother of the 10 legions of Northern Army, the 1st legion. Now, it was Luke’s legion!
Luke had grown up by his brother’s side, so the 13th legion under his command was naturally a direct legion. Therefore, when Braydon gave Luke resources, he had a special preference.
It could also be said to be love!
Within the Meteor Sea, several legions were mobilized. The 13th legion would be sent to the frontlines.
Ryker Schatzman, the first regimental commander, was wearing black armor and holding a cold sword. He said with a murderous aura, “Wipe out everyone in today’s battle!” “Yes, sir!” Luke wasn’t the regimental commander, so the first regimental commander, Ryker, was the big brother of the 10 regimental commanders.
If Luke died on the battlefield, the first regimental commander would become the successor of the lieutenant commander automatically. No formal military orders were needed; he would be the temporary lieutenant commander and lead the entire legion. If Ryker failed to act in this capacity, he would certainly be held accountable after the battle.
In legion battles, having a commander was crucial. In a sense, the ranking of commanders in the various divisions of the Northern Army was a hierarchy of succession. Everyone understood these dynamics.
Ryker intended to use 100,000 elites to overcome 20 million demon elites. It seemed like a reckless endeavor, but in truth, the 13th legion possessed the capability to achieve such a feat. Luther immediately mobilized nine additional legions to support Luke’s assault.
“Kill them all!” Little Fool returned to the legion and glanced at the ten regimental commanders.
“Annihilate every last one of those ten million demon mantises!” “As you command, lieutenant commander!” The hundred thousand soldiers shouted in unison.
“Draw your swords!” commanded Luke.
Swoosh! Swords were drawn, and the soldiers released their formidable auras.
The 13th legion comprised 45,000 life and death realm cultivators and 55,000 saint heart realm cultivators. There wasn’t a single holy master among them, yet their collective strength was formidable.
As the mascot of the Northern Army, Little Fool was beloved in all the major armies and always managed to acquire the best resources. He was born into wealth!
During this period, he had swindled countless resources from Braydon, all of which he had generously distributed among his brothers. Today, it was time for these brothers to repay Braydon and serve their entire race.
The name of the Northern Army would echo throughout the demon race.
“Attack!” Luke launched into action in a flash, leading the charge of 100,000 elites. Each of them wielded a hundred swords.
“Sword Manipulation Art?” Luther exclaimed in surprise.
Swoosh! Everyone looked at Cole Colbie.
Cole nodded slightly, confirming that he was the one who had taught Luke the technique. Then he added, “Luke traded 50,000 supreme-grade Life and Death Pills for it!” Everyone’s mouths twitched in amusement. It was clear to all that if they wanted Cole to teach them the Sword Manipulation Art, they would need something valuable to exchange. However, none were as audacious as Luke to scam his own big brother for no reason — he would undoubtedly get a beating if he tried!
All the commanders coveted the Sword Manipulation Art, but none possessed the vast quantities of Life and Death Path Pills required for the exchange. They calculated that after this battle, combining their battle merits and the Life and Death Pills they received, they might just gather enough — around 50,000 in total.
While Braydon had an unlimited supply of Life and Death Path Pills, the supreme-grade ones were scarce. Cole specifically sought supreme-grade Life and Death Path Pills for his teachings.
Unbeknownst to them, on the battlefield ahead, Luther witnessed something astonishing. The soldiers under the command of the 13th legion wielded at least a hundred swords each, demonstrating overwhelming power. All 100,000 elites rode into battle, their numbers bolstered by over ten million flying knives.
How had Little Fool managed to gather such an arsenal of swords? Luther couldn’t help but marvel, suspecting Braydon’s influence behind the scenes. Without Braydon’s assistance, even Luke’s audacious antics wouldn’t have secured him so many supreme-grade black flying knives.
“Big Brother still spoils Luke the most,” Luther remarked with a sigh.
“You don’t have to tell us that,” Yuri Qualls and the others muttered, rolling their eyes in silent agreement.