The Strongest War God-Chapter 1717: The Rhythm of the Collapse

Chapter 1717: The Rhythm of the Collapse

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The 108 key figures of the race were all present, their gazes fixed on Braydon Neal with respect.

Some of them, however, looked at the little fool with gritted teeth and clenched fists, as if they wanted to take him down.

"Brother, I’m a bit scared!" Luke Yates mumbled, standing behind his brother and nervously touching the golden bagpipe at his waist.

Even the little fool, who was usually fearless, could sense the hostility in the room.

Braydon stood in front of the palace door with an impassive expression.

These people wanted to flaunt their power?

It was to be expected.

Suddenly, Chadwick Neal rose from his seat, his black robe radiating an imposing aura.

As he stood, so did everyone else, their expressions growing serious.

The invisible pressure made the little fool shrink back behind his brother.

Braydon remained unfazed.

With a powerful burst of aura, he asserted his dominance.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a figure appearing behind him and locking eyes with the assembly.

The appearance of this figure shocked the entire hall.

The corners of Chadwick’s and the others’ mouths twitched.

This figure was no stranger to them—it was the shadow of the ancestor of the human race.

Braydon, unyielding, clasped his hands behind his back and said coldly, "I’m the ancestor. Why aren’t you bowing?!"

A ruthless figure who identified himself as the ancestor of the human race—Chadwick’s face turned green.

Kithara Lord and the others remained expressionless, glancing at Chadwick.

Was this his plan?

They believed Braydon was too arrogant and needed a lesson.

Now, the situation had escalated to this point.

With the ancestor of the human race’s appearance, who would dare to challenge him?

The phantom’s presence left no room for dispute. It was a clean, one-hit kill!

"I’m the ancestor; do I have to bow to you?" Braydon looked at Chadwick calmly.

"Descendant Chadwick Neal greets the ancestor of the human race!" Chadwick muttered, feeling as if he had been tricked by this kid.

The issue was that the ancestor of the human race himself had brought it up.

Who would dare offend him?

Disobeying the ancestors was unthinkable!

Chadwick bowed, and everyone else followed suit, murmuring "Ancestor of the human race!" in unison.

No one dared remain seated.

Braydon stepped into the hall and gave a slight nod.

"Sit down!" Chadwick instructed.

He took his seat at the head of the table and looked at Braydon with a neutral expression.

"Braydon, the race has a matter to discuss with you. Are you willing to transfer the Northern Army over? We can allocate 100 life planets to your Northern Army!"

"No!" Braydon refused immediately.

Braydon had no intention of relocating the Northern Army.

Chadwick and the others weren’t surprised by his response.

The entire hall was filled with top figures, all aware of Braydon’s true identity.

In the highest hall of the human race, they held the core power of the race and were privy to its top secrets.

As the reincarnation of the group leader, Braydon was well known.

Chadwick had already mentioned, "Braydon, as we understand it, the Northern Army includes not only the reincarnation of the five lords but also more than 30 reincarnations of our ancestors in the Hall of Fame. This is confirmed information!"

"Indeed, I verified it myself!" added the Kithara Lord, aware that Braydon was a tough negotiator.

Given his reputation for being difficult and calculating, he wanted to ensure the information was accurate to avoid any further deception.

Braydon had a good impression of the Kithara Lord, though there was no specific reason for it.

Not long ago, the Kithara Lord had saved tens of thousands of Northern Army sons with the soul-gathering song.

That was a huge favor!

The Northern Army valued grudges and repaying favors.

Regarding the Kithara Lord’s remark, Braydon replied softly, "The entanglement of fate from my previous life will be resolved in this one. I came here without knowing much about my past. I used the Spirit Summoning Art to call forth the five lords from the Second Universe!"

Green Lotus, one of the chiefs, asked, "Since you know this, why don’t you want the Northern Army to return to our race’s headquarters?"

"I don’t trust you!" Braydon said with a gentle smile.

His response plunged everyone into a deep silence.

The atmosphere became tense and uncomfortable.

Braydon’s lack of trust made it clear that communication would be difficult if mutual trust wasn’t established.

Green Lotus and the others were unsure how to respond.

They knew that to build initial trust with Braydon, they needed to show their sincerity.

The Demon Lord and the others remained silent.

The events from 30,000 years ago involved all the major figures of the race and had sparked a war between the ten thousand races.

Now that Braydon had arrived, the race needed to make a decision.

If the myriad races took this opportunity to start another war, Chadwick and the others had to choose carefully.

Under Braydon’s gaze, Chadwick took a deep breath and said solemnly, "If what happened 30,000 years ago were to happen again, I can only apologize. In this life, the race will still not choose to assist you fully."

"Hmph!" The Demon Lord snorted coldly.

Among the 108 peak experts present, less than half reacted with disapproval to Chadwick’s words.

Chadwick ignored them and continued seriously, "Braydon, as the chief, I cannot risk our race in a conflict with the ten thousand races. If you succeed, our race could dominate the starry sky and be the most respected among the myriad races.

"But if we lose, have you considered that our race could be wiped out entirely, with all other races being eradicated?

"Our race has survived to this day because countless ancestors sacrificed their lives to protect us. What right do I have to gamble with our race’s future in a war against all other races with you?

"In this life, if you return and seek to start another war between the ten thousand races, I will still not support you!"

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Chadwick looked apologetic.

He had no other choice; the safety of the race was paramount.

As one of the eight lineage chiefs, he had his own principles.

"So, here’s my answer," Braydon said softly. "The Northern Army will not come here, nor will they follow your orders.

"You prioritize the safety of your race, and I understand that. I agree with your decision—it’s what the eight lineage chiefs should do!

"But as the commander of the Northern Army, I need to consider whether you would sacrifice my army for the race’s peace if the race were in danger."

Braydon remained calm.

Chadwick and the others were at a loss for words.

They all knew the answer, even if they couldn’t say it out loud.

It was a stark choice: the human race or the Northern Army.

There was little need to deliberate—Braydon leaned toward the Northern Army, while Chadwick and the others leaned toward the cosmos human race.

Hence, there was no point in discussing Chadwick’s request to mobilize the Northern Army.

"Since we’ve reached this point," Braydon continued, "I have some questions you need to answer. Have I been under your surveillance since I was born?"