Chapter 1678 Finishing the Work in One Battle
Chapter 1678: Finishing the Work in One Battle Chapter 1678: Finishing the Work in One Battle Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The other legions received only 100,000 Life and Death Path Pills each, but Ryker Schatzman had secured 500,000!
“Middle-grade path pills!” someone exclaimed upon arriving outside the hall.
Middle-grade Life and Death Path Pills were no longer considered low-grade. In fact, within the reserves of the entire Northern Army, low-grade and middle-grade medicinal pills were the rarest. Next in abundance were the middle-grade Life and Death Path Pills, followed by superior-grade and supreme-grade varieties.
Even among the banished immortals, the least skilled could refine superior-grade Life and Death Path Pills with a success rate as high as 95%. Braydon, however, could exclusively produce supreme-grade Life and Death Path Pills.
Ryker opened his storage ring and was astonished.
“100,000 superior-grade Life and Death Path Pills!
400,000 middle-grade Life and Death Path Pills!” “Hmm?” The other commanders were equally shocked.
During their time in the various armies, they had received their fair share of supreme-grade path pills from the commander. Thus, the quality of the path pills wasn’t something they dwelled on. What mattered was the gesture behind the path pills given to the new recruits—a reflection of the Northern Army military’s stance.
It was evident that Luther Carden and others valued and acknowledged the 88th legion more than others. All commanders understood the implications. The allocation of resources in the future would hinge on their respective units’ performances. Those performing poorly might only receive minimal supplies.
After receiving their allocations, the commanders dispersed to their legions.
Braydon stood in the starry sky, observing the six demon camps. Abaddon Haby and the other two spirit body realm experts were astounded by the Northern Army’s combat prowess.
The combat strength displayed was overwhelmingly formidable. The 60 million-strong demon army was decimated on the battlefield, a stark contrast to their previous experiences in the core battlefield.
Abaddon could hardly believe that Braydon was seriously contemplating a strategy to wipe out all six demon race camps in a single decisive battle. Was such a feat truly achievable?
Meanwhile, within a demon camp, Boraka Kadeye’s expression turned grim. “What a bunch of incompetents.
Even with numerical superiority, they didn’t manage to kill the successor of the funeral song and Lord Woodruff’s reincarnation.
This battle is a disgrace to the demon race!” “Eldest Young Master, the Northern Army has expanded significantly.
Their new recruits are all life and death realm cultivators, vastly superior in individual combat strength compared to our Zerg army,” whispered a path-returning realm being beside him.
Uncertainty clouded Boraka’s face. He knew they couldn’t continue fighting like this without risking total annihilation. But could schemes or alternative strategies turn the tide on a battlefield of this magnitude?
The number of legions, the soldiers’ cultivation bases, and the overall combat prowess were critical factors deciding the outcome. The demon army’s current forces were inadequate to overpower their adversaries. A full-scale assault might provoke the dreaded funeral song, and facing that would be catastrophic.
Boraka’s expression remained troubled. Hakiba Gibodo interjected quietly, “Boraka, remember our primary mission.
We were pulled from the core battlefield by the elders to eliminate the successor of the funeral song.
If necessary, we can reset Lord Woodruff’s reincarnation cycle once more!” Throughout the universe, it was common practice to eliminate reincarnated beings before they reached maturity—sometimes repeatedly. Ideally, destroying the soul imprint would settle the matter definitively. Failing that, forcing the reincarnation cycle could weaken the soul imprint significantly. Even the powerful eight lineage masters saw their soul imprints diminish substantially after two reincarnations due to the inexorable power of reincarnation.
The third reincarnation posed no further threat, as over 90% of his previous life would be erased. Each new life was essentially a fresh start, devoid of any lingering concerns.
“Master Hakiba, do you wish to settle this in one decisive stroke?” Boraka’s gaze rested on Hakiba with a furrowed brow.
“Yes, delaying serves us no purpose,” Hakiba responded, convinced that swift action was the best course. If they succeeded in this battle and eliminated the funeral song’s successor, the sacrifice of six demon camps would be justified.
Boraka remained indecisive, grappling with the weight of the decision. His inner turmoil reflected in his expression.
Meanwhile, across the Meteor Sea defense line.
Braydon stood calmly with his hands behind his back, contemplating for a moment before speaking.
“Spirit body realm Abaddon Haby?” “Hmm?” Abaddon furrowed his brow slightly, studying Braydon.
Even now, Abaddon remained unaware of Braydon’s true identity. No one volunteered the information, and even if he asked, silence met his queries. Some things simply didn’t require explanation.
“Have you faced hardships on the core battlefield?” Braydon turned to ask, his tone reflecting understanding.
“Dying in battle for our race is an honor,” Abaddon responded solemnly. Despite his ignorance of Braydon’s identity, his dedication to the cause was unwavering.
The soldiers of the human army shared this unwavering commitment—it was all for their race. But under this noble cause, Braydon couldn’t justify using Northern Army soldiers’ blood to achieve his ends.
Braydon continued after Abaddon’s reply.
Abaddon nodded thoughtfully.
“If that’s the case, are you willing to sacrifice your life today to bury the six demon race camps?” Braydon asked directly.
“What?” Braedy Leite and Immanuel Sanchez exclaimed in shock, attempting to dissuade him. They understood Braydon’s intentions.
Abaddon didn’t hesitate. His expression turned resolute as he replied seriously, “Do you know how many troops are stationed in those six demon camps?
“Each fully mobilized camp houses over a billion soldiers.
Despite losing more than thirty percent in battles against us over the years, they still number in the billions.
Moreover, they are battle-hardened elites,” he explained earnestly.
Abaddon disclosed the truth to Braydon. In his deepest desires, he wished to exterminate the demons on the opposing side, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. However, his personal limitations prevented him from taking such drastic action.
But just because he couldn’t do it didn’t mean others couldn’t. Braydon’s suppressed killing intent now erupted.
“I’ll settle this in one stroke, and you’ll be the sacrifice,” Braydon declared flatly.
“Even though I’m in the life and death realm, if wiping out the demon race is truly possible, I, Abaddon Haby, will assist you even at the cost of my own soul!” Abaddon’s voice was resolute like never before.
Unaware of the gravity of the situation, Braydon calmly continued, “If you perish under the funeral song, your body and spirit will be completely annihilated.” “Funeral song?” Abaddon, distanced from the core battlefield, was unaware of the developments here.
“You’ve inherited the funeral song?” he questioned angrily.
“Is it acceptable to use you as the sacrifice to bury the demons?” Braydon pressed.
“Very well!” Abaddon responded decisively. He agreed without hesitation. The demons on the opposite side had inflicted too much suffering and death upon his comrades. Those who survived the harrowing battles carried deep emotional scars, and Abaddon was no exception.