The Strongest War God Chapter 1745 - 1745 Zone 9

Chapter 1745: Zone 9 Chapter 1745: Zone 9 Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Yes,” Luther Carden confird to Braydon Neal.

“That’s been the rule in the past, and it can’t be changed.

This is a major event involving the entire race, and any alteration would impact the whole situation.” Braydon responded calmly, “I initially wanted to use the tournant to help our disciples advance in their cultivation.

My plan was to open the Immortal Burial Ground and bring them in so they could enter the path-returning realm, the nirvana realm and the spirit body realm.” This was Braydon’s intent, and Luther was aware of it. Before the tournant began, Braydon had already instructed Lazlo Abbott to prepare the necessary supplies for the Northern Army to enter the Immortal Burial Ground.

Hendrix Bailey stretched lazily and said, “I’ll handle the arrangents.

I’ll make sure everyone participates in the competition and avoids internal strife.” Haven Downing, another ancestor of the eight lineages, inquired, “You plan to use the eight lineages to distribute the people?” “Yes,” Hendrix replied.

“While our Northern Army has 50 million disciples, the ones who really need external help are the 8 million soldiers who followed us from our hotown.” It wasn’t difficult to assign people from various legions of the Northern Army to different competition zones through the eight lineages. Hendrix and the others could manage this without breaking the rules, as there was no limit on the number of participants in each zone—only the final 100,000 who could advance.

“Let Cabel and Atreus handle this.

I’m concerned about the others,” Braydon said.

“Understood,” Luther agreed and went off to take care of it.

At that mont, Taarank Briones and Atreus Burnett arrived.

“Brother, I heard you’re participating in the tournant?” Atreus asked imdiately upon arrival.

Braydon nodded, “Even if it’s a re-cultivation, I need opponents of the sa generation to challenge myself in this life.” Atreus added, “Taarank, Cabel, and I are serving as judges for the competition.

Each judge is responsible for several zones.” This was especially relevant for soone like Cabel Callison. The peak experts under him needed to be assigned to each competition zone, and then Taarank and others would oversee the assessnts for large zones.

There were always those who tried to cheat in competitions, and the thods were endless—even involving demonic forbidden techniques. The primary concern was guarding against the demons. If the demon race sent fearless attackers to any competition zone, it would be a serious blow to the race.

Atreus suddenly said, “There’s one more thing.

Zachary isn’t dead.

He was invited by a powerful figure from the demon race for a path discussion.

Although it was supposed to be a discussion, he was actually imprisoned.

He was released today!” “Let’s wait a few more days before we make a move on Black Robe.

If we’re lucky, we might even take down a peak-level demon!” Braydon smiled. The demons aid to use the black-robed ancestor to assassinate Braydon and to identify the spy they believed humans had planted among them. They were trying to kill two birds with one stone. Braydon and his team were just playing along with their plans.

While everyone chatted and laughed, preparations for the Prodigy Tournant were already complete outside. Geniuses from various stellar realms were gathering. All eight lineage chiefs and the core higher-ups of the race were present.

Braydon and the others stepped outside into the starry sky. The view was a sea of figures stretching as far as the eye could see. The number of geniuses from each major stellar realm was impressive, based on the stellar realm rankings.

“Actually, the number of participants from each stellar realm is based on the stellar realms’ rankings,” Atreus explained.

“The lower the ranking of a stellar realm, the fewer participants it gets.” “It’s understandable,” Braydon replied.

“A lower-ranked stellar realm may have a weaker foundation and fewer experts, so it wouldn’t produce as many young geniuses.

If every stellar realm had the sa number of spots, it would be unfair.” Cole Colbie had no objections to these rules.

Fairness and unfairness were dictated by the race’s rules. The weaker stellar realms had to accept it.

“Not only do the major stellar realms have slots to participate,” Taarank added, “but various forces also have their own slots, including the Virtual Spirit Association, the Cosmos Bank, the Cosmos Battle Arena, the Cosmos Chamber of Comrce, the Artifact Refining Association, the Alchemy Association, the Talisman House, and many others.

“Oh right, we’ll also allocate spots in this competition for so of the demi-humans who rely on us humans, like the ape race and the dragonman race!” … Taarank went over the details of the competition.

In the vast starry sky, Chadwick Neal was busy as well. “This is another Prodigy Tournant—a grand event that combines all three contests.

Every ti there’s such a grand occasion, all the lineage chiefs are thrilled!

“Because there will definitely be prodigies erging from this competition!

“This also ans that so of you might beco the higher-ups of our race in the future, or even reach the sa level as our current leaders, or even surpass them!

“Also, there’s sothing else I need to ntion: the Immortal Burial Ground is about to open!

“Those who perform exceptionally can represent their race in the battlefield of the ten thousand races and compete with the chosen of the ten thousand races.

Those who stand out can enter the Immortal Burial Ground and, in the future, join the supre palace of our race!

“You are the hope of our race.

I hope that you will beco the guardians of our race, protecting its eternal prosperity and safety!” Chadwick’s speech was compelling, and the young people from the various star areas responded in unison, “We are fortunate to be born as humans.

If we reach the peak, we will protect the prosperity of our race and the eternal safety of our people!” “We are committed to safeguarding our race’s eternal prosperity and peace!” The collective voices created a powerful and stirring effect.

… Braydon observed from the back of the crowd, quietly reflecting, “The youth of the race are filled with passion.

Why then do so betray their people and ally with alien races as they grow older?” Even Luther was at a loss for words. Everyone had once been young and idealistic, promising to protect their race if they reached the peak. Yet, how many rembered their youthful promises when they actually reached that height?

Braydon stood quietly with his hands behind his back, positioned at the back of the crowd in the Northern Stellar Realm. Though he was in the rear, he stood out prominently.

Have you ever seen a disciple from any stellar realm accompanied by two major figures? One was the president of the Cosmos Bank, and the other was the president of the Virtual Spirit Association—two of the top figures in the race.

Her presence with them drew many curious glances. Braydon and the others paid little attention to these stares. Instead, they focused on the Northern Star Residence Master Hardin Dolan. He approached the front and drew a golden token at random.

The number on it was 9—Zone 9.

Seeing this golden token, Hardin’s face showed a hint of frustration. For the top ten stellar realms, being assigned to such a competition zone wouldn’t have been a concern at all.