The Strongest War God

Chapter 1234: Pressure from the Giants, No Choice

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal found himself stuck in the South Pole, leaving Heather Sage responsible for overseeing the capital and managing the situation.

Dominic Lowe immediately expressed his concern, saying, “How can I not be anxious? You’re pregnant, and the Northern King hasn’t given you an official status. This situation is unfair to you!”

“Let’s wait until he returns from the South Pole,” Heather calmly replied, setting down her bowl and spoon.

She wore a peaceful smile as she bent over the table to review documents.

Did she truly not care about the wedding?

Every girl throughout history dreamed of a perfect wedding and marrying the one they loved.

Heather was no exception. However, being a girl, she couldn’t express such desires openly.

Moreover, being pregnant before marriage would tarnish one’s reputation.

Her reputation had already been tarnished by Braydon.

Heather was patient.

She would discuss this matter with Braydon upon his return.

As for Dominic, he sighed softly, taking the bowl and spoon and leaving.

In the distant South Pole, at dawn, the black Qilin flag adorned the iceberg of the South Pole Island.

The million-strong Northern Army had arrived, utilizing almost all of Hansworth’s warships, commercial cruisers, and even cargo ships to transport the Northern Army to the South Pole.

The major powers of the South Pole Island were shocked by this unexpected development.

No one had anticipated someone daring to mobilize an army to the South Pole Island, potentially exposing everything to the public.

Entering the South Pole Island was strictly regulated by quotas.

Even the 72 giants who wouldn’t dare to defy these rules.

Yet, someone was willing to break these norms.

The Northern Army had arrived!

The black Qilin flag, once the nightmare of many empires, was proudly displayed, and the hundred regimental commanders of the formidable Northern Army shouted, “The Northern Army has arrived at the South Pole!”

Surprised, a giant emerged—it was Syon Janis.

His feminine face revealed anger, and the prominent figures present, such as Devil King Finley Yanagi, Sitara Nichols, the Doyle family head, and others were startled.

Nineteen giants in total had appeared!

The news of the Northern Army’s arrival had reached the core higher-ups of the Northern Army, bringing figures like Frediano Jadanza, Jonah Shaw, Hendrix Bailey, Westley Hader, and the ten great lieutenant commanders outside to welcome the Northern Army’s arrival.

Juneau Haines and others also appeared to greet the incoming forces.

Devil King Finley spotted the familiar army and promptly appeared, asking, “The soldiers of the northern region have arrived? Do you know who I am?”

On the South Pole sea, warships floated, and soldiers in military uniforms stood at attention.

Not a single one of the millions of men uttered a word.

Old Devil Yanagi wasn’t recognized by anyone; the Northern Army only acknowledged one person—King Braydon, the eternal king of the northern territory.

No one could replace him.

Finley’s face turned instantly expressionless, and he fell silent.

Luther Carden, dressed in a thin white robe, intervened softly, “This is the former commander of the Northern Army. You must not disrespect him.”

“Second Master!”

The million soldiers all lowered their heads and called out in unison.

While the Northern Army respected their army commander Braydon, Luther’s years of command had earned him high prestige among the soldiers.

Finley maintained his expressionless demeanor.

Luther spoke helplessly, “This is the old commander!”

“There’s only one king of the Northern Army, and that’s the commander!” proclaimed Tanner Lynn, regimental commander of the first regiment of the Northern Army, with pride.

The Northern Army soldiers echoed, “The Northern King reigns supreme over the Northern Army!”

“Alright! Braydon has ordered all of you to enter the 16th ruin” Old Devil Yanagi announced expressionlessly.

“Wait, Finley, I’m afraid this is breaking the rules!” Syon stepped forward to intervene, joining more than ten giants present who were against allowing millions of elites to enter the South Pole Island.

They believed it would disrupt the original power structure.

“Why should the Northern Army follow your rules when they do things?” Jonah said indifferently.

An elder from the Janis family warned, “Young man, there’s no lack of geniuses on the South Pole Island. Don’t be too arrogant!”

Swoosh!

“Get out!” Jonah drew his sword and shouted coldly, “I’ll kill you with three slashes!”

He unsheathed his sword, wanting to engage in a fight the moment they had a disagreement.

Jonah’s prideful and aloof personality was evident, leaving the Janis family’s pinnacle so infuriated that he was fuming.

He was about to speak when someone else interrupted him.

“Step down!” Syon frowned.

“Things are so lively here!” The giant, Stur, walked over slowly.

The original South Pole Island was controlled by various big shots who managed the different ruins.

Since Braydon’s arrival, the situation had changed, with giants falling.

Sitara’s rose-like lips parted slightly. “There’s a problem with the 16th ruin. Braydon is the eldest grandson of the Neal family, and the 16th ruin belongs to the Neal family. It’s reasonable for him to transfer his own forces into the 16th ruin.”

“That may be true. However, if everyone does this, the South Pole Island will be exposed to the world in less than three days,” Syon reminded.

“You can also mobilize your troops here,” said Old Devil Yanagi calmly.

“The commander has ordered that all the troops of the Northern Army enter the 16th ruin immediately!” Luther ordered again.

In an instant, the elites of the Northern Army began stepping on this piece of land.

The million men were fearless.

Lazlo Abbott, dressed in white, said softly, “I am the deputy commander of the Northern Army. I will protect my comrades’ entrance into the 16th ruin. Today, anyone who blocks my way will be killed!”

“There is no emperor in the Northern Army. It’s quite worrying,” Frediano said softly, standing between heaven and earth, his entire body covered in black tadpole runes—a combat method reminiscent of the First Emperor’s six layers of seals.

Hendrix frowned, “Frediano, now is not the time to undo the six seals!”

“Let me try. I can’t be at ease without an emperor in the Northern Army,” Frediano calmly replied.

At this moment, he aimed to unleash all six seals to intimidate the various giants.

Frediano had reached the eminent pinnacle realm, seeming to be the weakest among the Northern Army sons, but in reality, he was the most formidable, second only to Braydon.

The six seals elevated Frediano’s foundation beyond the rest.

Now, the Northern Army had been transferred to the South Pole Island, and it did not have an emperor amongst them.

Without one, the millions of comrades would constantly face attacks from the powerful beings in the South Pole Island.

If a giant were to attack the Northern Army, they could wipe out more than half of the soldiers in a moment.

Thus, the absence of an emperor to guard it left Frediano, Westley Hader, Luther, and the others uneasy.

Barefooted Harvey Lay, a handsome youth, softly said, “You don’t have to force yourself. Give me another half a year. I will definitely break through to the emperor realm.”

“We owe you a lot. Back then, you gave up everything to cultivate the Supreme Forbidden Art. Otherwise, you would have a brighter future than me if you chose to walk the path of martial arts.” Frediano looked at Harvey, smiling like an elder brother.

“Braydon isn’t here. I’m the oldest, so I’ll protect you guys.”