Chapter 1640: Special Reward Chapter 1640: Special Reward Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation No matter the reason, if beings like them were to get involved in the murky waters of the teor Sea, there would definitely be no good ending.
“Father, is the founder of the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art back?” the little fox asked in a low voice.
“No, it can’t be!” Ywasi Fox’s face was filled with fear. If the founder of the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art returned, it would be a calamity for all races!
The father and son hesitated for a long ti, not daring to leave the camp. If they did, they would be intercepted and killed. They definitely would not make it to the No.
8 demon camp alive. Hence, they could only wait, waiting for an opportunity.
The demon army was about to arrive. Braydon Neal was overseeing the teor Sea, and the surrounding killing formations had long been set up. Iason Foster, Lainey Garcia, and a general arrived; they were all important figures in the military camp.
“Braydon!” Iason arrived and said apologetically, “Logically speaking, when a low-level camp of the demon race has been dispatched and is heading straight for this place, we will need a patrol envoy to guard this place.
However, you know that the other defense lines have been broken through.
We can’t send more people over!” If the patrol envoy ca, the camp would be empty, and they could be slaughtered by the demons at any ti.
“Is the commander of the demon race’s military camp a nirvana realm warrior?” Braydon asked indifferently.
“Yes, sir!” “Borhati Kadeye possesses the bloodline of the nine-headed snake.
He’s a powerhouse at the seventh level of the nirvana realm.
I’m afraid that even the patrol envoy won’t be able to defeat him!” the general from the Military Cabinet said seriously.
“Don’t worry.
The patrol envoy has already contacted the headquarters, the Milky Way Empire, and the Dragon River Empire.
He hopes that they will send a nirvana realm powerhouse to help,” Iason said.
They had already requested help and believed it wouldn’t be long before a nirvana realm practitioner arrived.
Iason and the others ca with battle rits.
He handed over a storage ring and said, “There are 100 bronze dals in here.
In recognition of the bravery of the Northern Army in this battle, you can decide who to give them to.” “Killing a million enemies and only getting 100 bronze dals?” Braydon was fighting for benefits for his soldiers.
In the vast starry sky, the human race was a super race. It was unknown how many good things there were. Those who fought for their race were born to be heroes, so they naturally deserved rewards.
Lainey frowned and said, “You don’t seem to know much about the bronze dal.
The holder of the bronze dal has to kill thousands of enemies.
After retirent, he can choose a life planet in any star system of the human race as his territory!” “Not bad!” Braydon accepted it and handed it to Luther Carden.
“Give it to the commanders.
Rember to ask for benefits in the future!” “Alright!” Luther accepted it imdiately.
Iason continued, “The records of the Northern Army’s killing of enemies have been recorded by the virtual artifact.
It has been automatically evaluated.
Killing a saint realm demon beast will give you 1 battle rit, eminent saint realm will give you 10 battle rits, holy master realm will give you 100 battle rits, saint heart realm will give you 1,000 battle rits, and life and death realm will give you 10,000 battle rits!” “What can battle rits be exchanged for?” Braydon asked.
“You can see all the benefits through the virtual artifact,” explained Iason.
After joining the military camp, everyone’s virtual artifact would be specially upgraded and could be connected to the military camp’s military depot. Moreover, it was a permanent one.
Braydon sent a wisp of his consciousness into the Second Universe and asked the ethereal spirit to introduce the battle rits.
In the Second Universe, the ethereal spirit listed the entire military arsenal. Battle rits could be exchanged for resources given by the race. Moreover, the price was two to ten tis cheaper than the publicly acknowledged price!
This was the gift of the race. They could sell it to ritorious officials at a low price and consu it themselves, but it was strictly forbidden to sell it for profit. Once discovered, they would be severely punished and their virtual artifact accounts would be erased.
Braydon glanced at the list. On the list of military supplies, there were all kinds of pills. Ordinary saint spirit pills sold for 10 million star coins in the outside world only cost 10 battle rits in the military warehouse.
In other words, killing ten saint realm demon beasts or one eminent saint realm demon beast would earn him a saint spirit pill. For pills that helped break through bottlenecks, the military depot offered the greatest discount—more than ten tis cheaper than the outside world.
The race understood how difficult it was for soldiers on the various space battlefields. This kind of spirit pill to break through bottlenecks was sold at the lowest price to aid the soldiers in their advancent. But why not give it for free?
The race was vast, with countless cultivators. If everyone received these resources for free, it would drain the race’s reserves in three to five years, leading to chaos and fragntation, which wouldn’t benefit anyone. If resources were free, few would value them, and over ti, they would co to expect them as a right. Such a bad habit could not be allowed to take root.
“Luther, kill all the remaining demon beasts!” Braydon commanded from outside.
“Yes, sir!” Luther turned to carry out the order.
The various commanders entered the battlefield, slaughtering the heavily surrounded demon beasts. Braydon wasn’t doing this for battle rits. He had just received news that a demon camp had appeared 13,000 miles away, moving extrely fast and would arrive in less than fifteen minutes.
All the demon beasts were killed. Iason smiled and said through his virtual artifact, “The Northern Army obtained about 1.78 million battle rits from this battle.
You will get an additional 10%, the lieutenant commanders will get 5%, and the regintal commanders will get 1%!” This was another kind of reward. The battle rit points for the soldiers had already been distributed, but being an officer ca with a different type of reward.
“This reward is like drinking the blood of soldiers!” Braydon’s expression was extrely cold.
“Do you know how many dirty things will happen if you give rewards like this?” Luther was even more furious.
“Who knows how many lives would be lost if the leader were to sacrifice soldiers for battle rits?” If the leader wanted benefits, he would not pity the lives of his soldiers. As Braydon said, it was like drinking the blood of soldiers.
Iason remained calm and composed as he spoke, “The rules from headquarters are clear.
It’s up to you how you want to handle this.
Regarding the battle rits, apart from what rightfully belongs to the soldiers, lieutenant commanders are expected to allocate 50% to 90% of their own rits from each battle to those who died or were injured.” The bodies of fallen soldiers were collected by a special team and sent back to their hotowns. If no relatives were present, their honors and the resources earned through their sacrifice would go to their mother planet, tribe or family—a solemn gesture of rembrance.
“Not everyone in our race is selfish,” Iason continued gently.
“Many who join our military camp hail from desolate planets, bound by kinship and community ties.
They enlist to defend their hos, answer their race’s call, and seek rit to improve their holand’s cultivation conditions.
“So, Braydon, embrace this form of recognition.
The system from headquarters is fair—the battle rits are rightfully yours to distribute as you see fit.
It’s a just reward.” Iason’s words carried a sense of reassurance.
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