The Strongest War God Chapter 1267 – Chapter 1267: Extraordinary Young Master

Chapter 1267: Extraordinary Young Master

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Frediano Jadanza was a decisive individual who understood Luther Carden’s intentions well.

He aimed to utilize the ruins to toughen up the country’s various legions, transforming them into martial artist forces.

They would invest heavily in enhancing their overall strength when necessary, just like the Northern Army.

Presently, the Northern Army boasted more than 5,000 pinnacles, and the number was likely even higher than that.

Among them, 3,000 were imperial guards, all at the pinnacle realm.

The hundred regimental commanders were also pinnacle martial artists, alongside over a thousand martial artists who had reached the pinnacle realm during this period within the various regiments of the Northern Army.

While pinnacle martial artists were prime targets in the outside world, in the Northern Army, they weren’t even considered qualified for regimental commander positions.

Meanwhile, the Northern Army could boast about having 590,000 kings, a number that continued to grow rapidly.

The ruins were inherently conducive to martial artist cultivation, offering all the necessary resources.

It was foreseeable that in the next three to five years, the Northern Army would churn out a considerable number of pinnacle martial artists.

In the future, even if they departed the ruins and returned to Hansworth, the Northern Army elites could safeguard Hansworth for the next 500 years, deterring any foreign intrusion.

“We can’t afford to be without soldiers in the country. We’ll need to take turns defending,” Frediano stated softly.

“Agreed,” Luther responded.

He intended to mobilize the Sanguine Army and the Gray Wolf Army to enter the 16th ruin.

With nine legions from the Sanguine Army and seven from the Gray Wolf Army, they could allocate fifteen legions to fifteen locations, aiding in the defense of various ancient aboriginal cities.

This move would also allow them to utilize the resources of these cities to further enhance their strength.

The Northern Army lineage was indeed becoming increasingly formidable.

Every month, significant quantities of resources were transported from various cities to Machusa.

With all these resources under Luther’s control, he could manage their distribution in the future.

Sending the Northern Army into the ruins was undoubtedly a wise decision.

Compared to before, the overall strength of the Northern Army had increased not just by a few times, but by more than a hundred times.

With the current might of the Northern Army cavalry, they could easily dominate any elite force in the world.

It was conceivable that elites from all corners would eventually look up to the Northern Army as their leader.

“Have Haven Downing, the No. 0 hidden agent, and the Qilin children all arrived at the South Pole Island?” Frediano suddenly inquired.

“They arrived about a year and a half ago,” Luther responded candidly.

“They are training in the ruins controlled by the ten great empires. They hold significant positions and wield great power. Their strength is not far behind ours.”

Luther didn’t keep any secrets from Frediano regarding these critical matters of the Northern Army.

Among them, Haven was a prominent figure in the Alpha Empire and naturally held an important position there.

Similarly, the No. 0 hidden agent and the others’ current strength might not be inferior to Frediano’s.

The ten great empires had their primary focus on the South Pole Island, where the world’s young geniuses gathered to train in the ruins.

Meanwhile, in Hansworth, at the southern gate of the capital, a breathtakingly beautiful woman carried a one-year-old girl.

The little girl’s adorable face and sparkling eyes resembled gemstones as she gazed around curiously from her mother’s embrace, pacifier in mouth, yet silent.

It was Heather Sage and her daughter.

Following behind them was a one-year-old boy who was already able to walk.

His two tiny legs moved smoothly as he toddled along.

The resemblance to Braydon Neal was striking, inheriting his father’s delicate features.

Despite his curiosity about the world around him, the little boy remained by his mother’s side, his clear eyes never straying.

The little boy was none other than the eldest son of King Braydon, and that little girl was the little boy’s younger sister.

Together, the siblings followed their mother back to Preston to visit their grandparents.

The capital’s streets were bustling with military vehicles, a convoy of 50 accompanying them.

Dominic Lowe, ever the cautious elder, reminded them, “Your Highness, please ensure your safety on the road and take good care of the children. If anything happens, contact the capital.”

“Seems like age has mellowed you,” Heather remarked, aware of Dominic’s protective nature.

When he was younger, he was not so wishy-washy.

She boarded the car with the children, setting off for Preston.

As they departed, Dominic watched them go.

Kieran Normand joined him and remarked, “Let’s go. With Her Highness’s strength, there’s no need to worry. Moreover, the eldest son of the Northern King has inherited his father’s talent. Born with connate pinnacle realm talent, one can only imagine what that child will achieve in the future.”

Dominic expressed his unease, recalling an incident where Heather gave birth and an assassination attempt was made by a midwife.

Despite a year-long investigation by the dark division, the perpetrator remained elusive.

“I can’t shake this feeling of unease,” he confessed before heading back.

Though Kieran remained unruffled, he couldn’t ignore the implications of their conversation.

The one-year-old boy had inherited his father’s bloodline talent, born with connate pinnacle realm talent.

Such news would surely send shockwaves across the world.

A young child who was already at the pinnacle realm upon his birth meant a lifespan of 500 years and unparalleled strength—a future Young Northern King was in the making, destined to cast his influence over the capital.

Heather’s motorcade route was top-secret, known only to a select few.

However, as they approached Preston, passing through the morning mist, an unexpected event unfolded at the highway intersection.

An unexpected turn of events unfolded on the straight highway as a middle-aged man in ancient attire appeared.

Clad in a long white robe and bearing a slender frame, he carried an ancient black sword on his back as he stood stoically on the road.

The high-speed convoy spotted the peculiar sight from a distance.

“We’ve got martial artists up ahead. Stay alert, everyone!” the young man in the lead car warned over the walkie-talkie.

Without slowing down, all fifty cars simultaneously opened their doors, and over a hundred black-clad martial artists swiftly leaped out.

These were all martial artists coordinated by Dominic, arranged in advance for such contingencies.

In an instant, the sword sheathed on the back of the middle-aged man quivered faintly before he drew it, unleashing a crimson sword light that soared 800 meters into the air, cleaving through the speeding car and splitting it in two.

“It’s a pinnacle attack! Protect Her Highness!” someone shouted in shock and fury.

“Swordsman Isaiah Cooper pays respects to the daughter of the civil arts,” Isaish’s voice echoed.

“All sword cultivators hail from Mount Sino, yet here you are, seeking my life?”

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Heather’s voice came from behind the car, pointing out the irony of the situation.

Indeed, the world knew Mount Sino as the cradle of sword cultivators, with Braydon being its young master.

However, today, it was a sword cultivator who had targeted Braydon’s wife and children, bringing disgrace upon Mount Sino.

“The Mount Sino Sword Sect isn’t the sole representation of sword cultivators in the world,” Isaish responded calmly.

“Your Highness, take the child and leave first. We’ll cover the rear,” the young man in black instructed as he opened the car door, preparing to whisk the two children to safety.