The Strongest War God-Chapter 1624 - A Bunch of Wolf Cubs

Chapter 1624: A Bunch of Wolf Cubs

Chapter 1624: A Bunch of Wolf Cubs Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The guards were indeed imperial guards, bound strictly to follow the commander’s orders unless directed otherwise.Â

Yet, Luke Yates returned swaggeringly from inside.

“Brother Luke!” The hundred guards in black scarves bowed deeply, fists cupped.

“Yes, the black iron tower remains quiet.

I’ll report directly to my brother.

Keep this matter confidential,” Luke stated seriously.

“Yes, sir!” The hundred imperial guards chorused.

Luke departed openly, passing on his brother’s directives.Â

Since when had Braydon Neal allowed him to explore the black iron tower?Â

Luke had fabricated an order, citing Braydon’s authorization for a mission to observe the tower’s situation, exploiting Braydon’s seclusion knowing the guards couldn’t verify it.

There was Tristan Yandell who wreaked havoc in the capital.

And then there was Luke who wreaked havoc in the Northern Army.

Both were terrors.Â

Upon Luke’s departure, the hundred imperial guards maintained their vigil.Â

A young man beside them eyed the captain suspiciously, asking, “Captain, do you think what Rolling Meat Knife said is true?”

“Are you suggesting the troublemaker forged the commander’s order?” The other young man looked baffled.

“Some things we know in our hearts,” the older captain replied stoically.

“No need to speak aloud.”

“Who in the Northern Army would dare challenge him?” the younger man questioned.

“The 13th legion he commands could overwhelm us all.

Even Second Master and Third Master can’t rein him in now.

We turn a blind eye,” the captain explained.

“Besides, even if the commander ordered someone to explore the core and observe the tower, he’d be the last,” he added, considering the troublemaker’s provocative nature could stir the tower into action.

The guard captain remained expressionless as he spoke at length.

These imperial guards had known from the beginning that the little fool wasn’t a good person.Â

It was fine as long as they kept that knowledge to themselves.Â

If this were exposed and that fool caught wind of it, none of the 3,000 imperial guards would live in peace.

Luke hurried back to his camp.Â

Compared to the other legions, the 13th legion’s garrison was notably distinct.Â

Mythical vines sprawled everywhere within a radius of several dozen miles.Â

The white mythical vine, with its ten tentacles moving like a crab, commanded respect from all.Â

Everyone knew it was their boss’s mythical vine.

Upon Luke’s return, the black-armored youths around him stood up solemnly.Â

“Boss!” they greeted.

“Summon the ten regimental commanders!” Luke waved, gathering the leaders.

In fact, the ten regimental commanders were already waiting in the main hall, accustomed to Luke’s returns always bringing valuable goods.

At the 13th legion headquarters, a crowd had gathered.Â

Only life and death realm cultivators could enter the hall.Â

All ten regimental commanders were present.Â

Ryker Schatzman, regimental commander of the first regiment and Luke’s top follower, stepped forward eagerly.Â

“Boss, did you bring back what we were hoping for?” he asked eagerly.

“Divide it yourselves,” Luke replied, tossing out a storage ring containing green liquid and top-grade path soil.Â

“Give the green liquid to those who haven’t reached the life and death realm yet,” he instructed.

“And you guys can divide the top-grade path soil among yourselves.”

“Yes, sir!”Â

The commanders knew the routine well and swiftly began dividing the spoils.

The green liquid was allocated to those who had not yet reached the life and death realm, namely cultivators of the saint heart realm.Â

Luke’s 13th legion comprised cultivators at three realms: holy master realm, saint heart realm, and life and death realm.Â

They boasted over ten thousand warriors in the life and death realm and thirty thousand in the saint heart realm, with the remainder being holy masters.

The green liquid retrieved from the black tower by the little fool could expedite cultivation for saint heart realm practitioners, who focused on refining their mental states, particularly through the daunting heart tribulation.Â

This tribulation was akin to a heart demon that had claimed countless lives throughout history.Â

Just hearing about it could visibly unsettle people.

The green liquid effectively pacified this tribulation.Â

A single sip could clear inner turmoil, allowing the spirit platform to remain undisturbed.Â

With inner peace assured, cultivators could overcome the tribulation unscathed.Â

This was the secret behind the 13th legion’s ability to produce numerous life and death realm cultivators.

The ten regimental commanders, known for their fierce demeanor, began vying for these resources once more.Â

Luke, indifferent to their squabbles, permitted them to settle it amongst themselves.

“I have 2,000 life and death realm cultivators, 3,000 saint heart realm cultivators, and the rest are holy masters,” declared Ryker seriously.

“I demand 30% of the green liquid this time!”

“Nonsense!

The rules stand.

You’ll get at most 15%,” retorted the other regimental commanders incredulously.Â

Ryker’s proposal to claim 30% outright threatened to upset the established order among the larger armies.

“The first regiment will take 20%,” Luke intervened calmly.

“The rest is yours to divide.”

“Biased as ever!”

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The other regimental commanders grumbled but ultimately followed the order.

Among all the large regiments, the first regiment held the standard as the direct line of command.Â

Any resources were prioritized accordingly, following the tradition of the Northern Army.Â

However, the little rogue legion led by Luke was beginning to show signs of surpassing even the first legion in overall strength.

“Boss, Second Master and the others have been looking for you these past few days,” Ryker suddenly remarked.

“They must be jealous seeing our legion’s strength increase,” grumbled the second regimental commander.

Little Fool shrugged nonchalantly.

“Ignore them.

My brother has already said that three years in the outside world equals nine years in the Dragon Spring World.

The deadline has passed.

All Northern Army members will head to the cosmos.

Our first stop will be the space battlefield.

All armies are striving to enhance their strength, and we’re no exception.”

Over the past few years, various commanders had been circling around Luther Carden, seeking more resources from the Northern Army’s warehouse to bolster their soldiers’ strength.Â

Luke was the exception.

Initially reliant on Luther’s aid, he later shifted his focus to the black iron tower, realizing the disparity in resources among the commanders.

Luke dared to think and act independently, reaping substantial benefits from the black iron tower that greatly boosted the 13th legion’s strength.

Seated at the head of the table, Luke asked, “The top-grade path soil I’ve obtained in recent years—how many mythical vines can it nurture each time?”

“When distributed, those top-grade path soil can nurture around 30,000 mythical vines each time.

Each regiment’s mythical vines will take turns being nurtured,” explained Ryker, clarifying why their army’s mythical vines had evolved so rapidly compared to others who still cultivated on middle-grade path soil.