Chapter 1846 Terrifying Battle Record

Chapter 1846: Terrifying Battle Record Chapter 1846: Terrifying Battle Record Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Trevon, the situation is evolving.

What should we do next?” he asked calmly.

“Join the battle!” Trevon Neal replied.

“Chaos is about to break out, sweeping across all the races.

No one can stay out of it.

We should dive in and use this opportunity to expand our territory and achieve great things.

By channeling the chaos, we can shift our internal conflicts outward, uniting all the tribes to fight against external enemies.

“Using our enemies’ actions to produce more peak experts!

“If the human race stands out amidst the chaos, the future supreme being of all races will be from the human tribe.

We’ll emerge from this battle stronger, and the human race will thrive for ten thousand years!” Trevon’s words shone a light on the path forward for everyone.

Taarank Briones chuckled.

“If the human race becomes the ruler of the universe, this battle will ensure our prosperity for a billion years!” The burly man who had targeted Trevon earlier, known only by his title, Isildur, had a formidable presence, even more intimidating than Cabel Callison.  His aura was currently suppressed.

“Go on, kid,” he said with a serious tone.

“My father entered the demon region alone.

His actions will surely ignite the conflict.

Instead of waiting passively for the demons to strike, we should take the initiative.” Trevon was no naive youth.  He had proven himself when the Northern Army sons left their homeland to guard the capital hall alone for decades.

“What if we have the upper hand?” Isildur asked.

“The demons will mobilize their forces to counter our attack.

In that case, we might be pushed back by 100,000 miles, retreating all the way to our territory.” Trevon smiled.

Instantly, half of the peak experts in the hall were enraged.  Isildur’s fury was palpable.

“Bastard!

How can we let the demons attack our territory?” “Since we have the initiative, we should attack and gain the advantage.

Why defend and risk a stalemate?

It’s better to let the demons come to us.

We can then retreat into our territory and use all our strength to defeat them.” Trevon’s words seemed casual, but many of the peak experts were stunned.

An old man looked at Trevon with a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Child, you have such ruthless ideas!” “A man can’t be without poison!” Trevon smiled.

Moreover, kindness doesn’t lead to war!  Without ruthlessness, one isn’t fit for this game of chess.

This young man had not only inherited his father’s cultivation talent but also his father’s sharp mind.  Everyone understood Trevon’s strategy: mobilize the human race’s strength to break through the defense line between demons and humans, charge into demon territory, and seize the opportunity for an all-out war.  Once they took the initiative, they would retreat to defend human territory when the demons came.  As the demons pursued, the peak humans would come out together, crushing all the demons that followed them, leaving none alive.  His plan was ruthless—slaughtering these monsters as if they were pigs.

Isildur said decisively, “Take my token and mobilize the military forces from the 10,008 regions to reinforce the northern and western regions.” “Yes, sir!” The peak figure behind him accepted the token as an order.

Isildur’s identity was becoming clearer to Trevon.  He was a titled peak and the leader of the human military.  The strength of a division was under his control.  Taarank and the others knew how formidable the human military headquarters was, and Isildur was not to be trifled with.

Atreus Burnett sent a voice transmission, “Trevon, try not to provoke this guy.

But it seems like he thinks highly of you.” “The peak is divided into four levels.

Above that is transcendence.

Those who have grasped a hint of transcendence but haven’t fully transcended are known as titled peaks.

Once the peak realm is fully understood, what they seek is transcendence,” Taarank also sent a voice transmission to Trevon.

Meanwhile, Isildur glanced at Taarank and Atreus, sensing something.  He turned to Trevon with admiration and said approvingly, “Like father, like son.

Although you’re young, you’re more suited to guard the hall than they are.” “Brother, he’s the Young Master of the Northern Army.

If needed, he can mobilize all the forces of the Northern Army, including Ancestor Luther,” Taarank reminded.

“Yes,” Isildur agreed, looking around.

“If necessary, you three will also provide assistance at all costs, right?” “Naturally!” Atreus confirmed openly.

This made many of the peak figures frown.

“Are you guys really determined to push him forward?” Isildur asked.

He didn’t get a direct answer, but the truth was evident.  There was no point in asking further.

Everything was clear.

After thinking for only three seconds, Isildur made a decisive statement.

“Regardless of intelligence, in terms of family background, his father is the forbidden ancestor, and his mother is the Ruins Lord.

The Northern Army cavalry behind them are the ancestors of our race.

“With such a background, it’s indeed very fitting for him to lead the race.

“Although he’s still young and his cultivation is still developing, it’s only a matter of time before he reaches the peak.

Moreover, his young mind is not only ruthless but also sharp enough.

It’s remarkable that he hasn’t used his ruthlessness against his own men!” As Isildur spoke, he praised Trevon.  It was clear that, as a major figure in the human military, he would support Trevon going forward.  The eight chiefs were being sidelined, and the internal power structure of the race had quietly shifted.  A young man now seemed poised to decide the fate of his race, thanks to the overwhelming support from influential figures.

Meanwhile, Braydon Neal was unaware of these developments.  He was focused on researching new techniques.  His third body had already descended into the demon region.

He passed through the western region and received an urgent military report from the royal lord of the western regions, which was sent to Isildur.  The report detailed that a young man in white, carrying a kithara, had entered the western region.  He crossed the defensive line and used an ancient forbidden song to bury thousands of demon insect nests—a funeral song that covered the entire demon region.

What was even more shocking was that within just one day, the young man, wielding the lost Universe Shattering Sword—one of the treasures of the innate god race—killed through thirteen demon realms and twenty-seven peak demons.  He then provoked an old demon, who attacked him with a monstrous palm.  The youth was injured and retreated 90,000 miles, disappearing without a trace.

When the battle results were reported back to the human race, everyone was stunned.

No one had anticipated that Braydon’s strength had recovered to such an extent.  Everyone remembered that when he left, his cultivation was only at the early stage of the god realm.  Had he really reached such a terrifying level?

In the human race’s hall, Trevon sat at a table, reading the secret letter in his hand.  He spoke softly, “Father’s actions will definitely draw the attention of the higher-ups in the demon race if he continues to push into the demon region.”

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