Chapter 1805 Teaching the Paths and Techniques
Chapter 1805: Teaching the Paths and Techniques Chapter 1805: Teaching the Paths and Techniques Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Regarding the god mounts, none of the original ten legions had been fully equipped. In fact, more than 90% of the legions hadn’t even gotten a single strand of hair from them. Yet, somehow, the 13th legion ended up with 100,000 god mounts—clearly an advantage!
There were likely many reasons behind this!
After a long pause, Harvey Lay muttered unhappily, “You’re so biased.
You always favor the little fool.” “You want to be beaten up again?” Jonah Shaw glanced at Harvey and replied calmly.
Things had already escalated to this point, yet Harvey still dared to speak out—he really was asking for it.
Harvey snapped back, “The 13th legion is under Luke’s command.
Since its inception, Luke has taken a lot of resources from the military.
Why don’t you all speak up about that!” Ever since that time at the Spirit Sea, the 13th legion’s overall fighting power had risen to nearly the top of the Northern Army. Later, on the space battlefield, they gained fame in the Meteor Sea. The Northern Army cavalry were well-known there, and the 13th legion was the strongest in the Northern Army—even stronger than the 1st legion.
Now, with every member of the 13th legion equipped with god mounts, the army’s overall strength would increase more than tenfold. They would become even more terrifying!
Anyone with sharp eyes could see that Braydon Neal’s allocation was clearly because of Little Fool.
“Where’s Luke?” Frediano Jadanza asked, frowning.
“Exactly.
With such a big event today, I can’t believe that silly fool wouldn’t come out and cause trouble!” Hendrix Bailey looked suspiciously at Tobey Lapras and Colton Jansky.
The three great calamities of the Northern Army were usually inseparable, and today, without the troublemaker around, the two brothers had been surprisingly calm—they hadn’t made any fuss at all.
“Big Brother lost Luke,” Tobey grumbled.
“What?” Syrus Yanagi’s eyes widened.
Braydon lost Luke?
What did that even mean?
Colton explained helplessly, “No one saw Luke after the competition in Zone 1 ended.
It’s likely Big Brother locked him up.” The sons of the Northern Army exchanged glances, surprised to hear that the little fool had been locked up. But now, it seemed like a blessing in disguise.
Luther Carden’s lips curled into a smile—he was clearly the happiest of them all. That simple-minded troublemaker would always find some way to cause havoc. He’d show up at the military headquarters, eat, take whatever he wanted, and if he didn’t get his way, he’d go running to Braydon to complain. He was like a piece of meat they couldn’t shake off.
Thankfully, the little fool wasn’t around today. Otherwise, things would have been even more chaotic.
Skylar Neal looked at them calmly and asked, “Are you all relieved that Luke isn’t here?
Do you think that’s a good thing?” “If Luke were here, my brother wouldn’t be angry at all.
You guys haven’t realized how much trouble we’ve gotten into since we were kids.
If we dragged Luke into this mess and made him take the blame, my brother would just laugh it off and tell him not to do it again, and that would be the end of it,” Skylar said, his tone indifferent.
This made everyone pause and think. After considering it carefully, they realized it was true.
“Now that you mention it, that’s indeed the case,” Luther said, his eyes lighting up.
“With Luke around, if he were the one causing trouble, my brother would only see it as a farce and laugh it off.
At most, he’d give him a mild scolding, and nothing more would happen.” “I don’t have Luke’s life, but I’ve caught Luke’s illness,” Skylar said calmly, implying that while he didn’t have the same privileges, he still found himself in reckless situations.
This assessment darkened everyone’s expressions.
“In other words, if Luke were here today, he would definitely be able to protect these guys,” Luther said, shaking his head.
“You could put it that way,” Skylar replied before vanishing.
The others mulled it over and realized it made sense.
All the lieutenant commanders of the Northern Army returned to their divisions, their heads hung low, as their subordinates questioned them about what had happened. Without exception, they all spoke of Luther’s orders and Cole Colbie’s actions. But none of them mentioned why they had been beaten.
The soldiers below murmured among themselves, but no one dared act rashly. After all, the second master of the Northern Army, Luther, commanded great respect. And there was Cole, who openly led the 1st legion and secretly commanded the commander’s personal guards—the 3,000 imperial guards of the Northern Army.
They were all important figures!
“Cole, come in for a moment,” Braydon said calmly from the courtyard.
Hearing this, Cole entered, only to reemerge a short while later.
“What did Big Brother want?” Tobey asked slyly.
“He wants me to teach the imperial guards something,” Cole replied without delay. Turning around, he commanded, “All imperial guards, enter my small world!” The 3,000 imperial guards appeared, and with a wave of Cole’s hand, they were all absorbed into his small world.
Inside this small world, where birds chirped and flowers bloomed, the three thousand black-armored guards, wearing black scarves, bowed and said, “Lieutenant Commander!” “Is everyone here?” Cole asked.
A gentle breeze swept through, and a young man in white robes appeared.
“Commander!” The imperial guards were startled and called out in unison.
“There’s no need for formalities.
I’ve been observing all of you.
You’ve all reached the nirvana realm.
I’m borrowing Cole’s hand to teach you something.
Each of you bears a soul imprint from your past lives—you all achieved great things back then,” Braydon said softly.
A young man stepped forward from among the imperial guards. His name was Faro Jeanty, one of the three deputy commanders, each overseeing a thousand men. He said seriously, “In our past lives, we were loyal subordinates who quelled the rebellion, fighting fiercely in the starry sky under the commander’s command.
In this life, we are sons of the Northern Army and still serve the commander.
We will fulfill the promises of our past lives in this one!” “We are willing to follow the commander and die without regret!” the imperial guards declared in unison.
In their previous lives, they had quelled chaos. Now, they were elites of the Northern Army.
Braydon nodded.
“In our past lives, the tides of time were fierce, but that’s all in the past.
In this life, I will lead you all beyond the cycle of reincarnation!” As he spoke, a Dharma Nation appeared behind Braydon, revealing 20,000 Dharma Idols. Even more astonishing was that Braydon’s Dharma Nation had doubled in size. Within the Dharma Nation, countless figures began to emerge, thousands of banished immortals delving deep into the river of time, seeking out the peerless figures born in this universe from ancient times to the present. They battled these figures, transforming into Dharma Idols regardless of victory or defeat.
In the end, Braydon personally completed the Dharma Nation, creating 10,000 fledgling Dharma Idols. The day when these Idols would fully manifest was not far off. Before everyone, 20,000 Dharma Idols now stood.
Braydon addressed them, saying, “The Dharma Nation contains the inherited great path and my eternal techniques.
You may choose one to cultivate, but remember, you cannot be greedy and attempt to cultivate multiple at once!” “Understood!” The 3,000 imperial guards responded as they entered the Dharma Nation to select their path. This was an opportunity meant for them alone.
Braydon seemed fundamentally different from the other cultivators in the universe. In the vast cosmos, there were many powers and countless sects, some of which would rather face annihilation than share their cultivation techniques. But Braydon, on the other hand, willingly passed down his methods to those he deemed worthy, as if it didn’t concern him at all.
Born extraordinary, Braydon was generous with his knowledge. These guards had followed him for two lifetimes, and as their commander, Braydon was not one to be stingy. His promise to lead them beyond reincarnation was no empty vow.
The 3,000 imperial guards searched for the techniques that resonated with them.