The Strongest War God-Chapter 1269 - : Imposingly Rich Luther Carden
Chapter 1269: Imposingly Rich Luther Carden
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The letter’s contents raised a crucial question: What did the 5,000 pinnacles of the Northern Army desire?
It was a clear display of intimidation.
Could Dominic Lowe rally them to his cause?
Not a single one of the 5,000 pinnacles of the Northern Army could be swayed.
Luther Carden, commanding authority, instructed to convey that the 5,000 pinnacles of the Northern Army were at Grand Secretary Lowe’s beck and call.
In the distant capital, Dominic’s visage turned an alarming shade of green upon receiving the news.
“This is a threat!”
His fury resonated, causing tremors throughout his entire being.
“The Northern Army already boasts 5,000 pinnacles?”
Zavier Leach’s astonishment was palpable.
This formidable force could easily overpower martial arts families nationwide.
The rapid development of the Northern Army on South Pole Island within just over a year was astounding.
“What have these youngsters been up to in the northern territory?” Dominic muttered incredulously.
How had they managed to train so many pinnacle martial artists in such a short span?
Sawyer Quail emerged, revealing his knowledge.
“The Northern Army has infiltrated the 16th ruin and is expanding Hansworth’s territory. They’ve seized half of the Zunde Royal Dynasty and conquered 37 aboriginal cities.”
Dominic’s eyes widened in disbelief at this revelation.
He had been completely unaware of these developments.
If true, the Northern Army would possess a significant stockpile of cultivation resources desperately sought after by the outside world.
Contemplating his options, Dominic reached out to Luther with a thick face, seeking spirit stones and herbs.
Little did he know, Luther lacked neither spirit stones nor influence, commanding the entire military supply of the Northern Army.
A staggering 360 billion spirit stones lay within Machusa, all under his control.
With Dominic having spoken, there was no room for loss of face.
Luther promptly transferred one billion small spirit stones overnight, dispatching them to the capital without delay.
Dominic’s eyes widened in astonishment, struggling to regain his composure for an extended moment.
“What did you request from them?” Kieran Normand inquired.
“They provided me with one billion spirit stones, a thousand spirit herbs, and a hundred spirit artifacts,” Dominic replied, finally breaking his silence.
“These youngsters are incredibly affluent! I doubt even the capital’s treasury can match the reserves of the Northern Army!”
Kieran shared in the shock.
One billion small spirit stones was an astronomical figure, surpassing anything the capital had ever seen.
Yet, if they realized this bounty was but a fraction of the Northern Army’s wealth, who knew how they would react.
In the Donta Imperial City, news of Braydon Neal’s slaying of Matu Joko, the divine son, had spread like wildfire.
Amidst the bustling main street of the inner city, adorned aboriginal warriors paraded about.
Braydon strode calmly alongside Divine Priest Xetsa Yeza until they halted before a restaurant.
Recalling his earlier promise, Braydon remarked, “As I said, I’ll buy you a drink once my seclusion is complete.”
Xetsa glanced at the restaurant’s signboard, Lagos Marriott Hotel, with a faint smile.
“This establishment isn’t one that welcomes just anyone,” she remarked.
“Is there a guest more esteemed than the Oracle Palace in the Donta Imperial City?”
Braydon teased.
Indeed, the Oracle Palace stood above all other forces in the 16th ruin.
Even the Donta Imperial Dynasty bowed before its authority.
A mere attendant from the Oracle Palace commanded respect throughout the realm.
The duo entered the Lagos Marriott Hotel, where the first-floor lounge buzzed with influential figures from the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
Among them were representatives from the myriad ancient families and countless intertwined factions of the Imperial City.
Braydon stepped into the Lagos Marriott Hotel, where a sharp-witted young man approached and bowed, attempting to curry favor.
“Are you two here to stay or for dining?” he inquired.
“We’ll dine. Please arrange a private room,” Braydon requested, accustomed to a more secluded setting.
Meanwhile, Xetsa, veiled in white, surveyed the surroundings with her clear eyes.
Visits to such establishments were rare for her, as she had long been stationed in the Zunde Royal City as an official of the Zunde Royal Dynasty.
Were it not for the appearance of the Divine Lord’s descendant, she wouldn’t have had the opportunity to return to the Oracle Palace.
Nonetheless, the ten Divine Priests, second only to the Great Divine Priests, held significant sway.
In their domains, they were akin to local rulers, enjoying a freedom not found within the Oracle Palace’s confines.
The young man appeared troubled.
“Young Master, almost all our private rooms are booked. There are none available. Would you consider a window seat in the hall, offering a splendid view?”
“I recall a banquet room on the top floor of the Lagos Marriott Hotel’s guest quarters,” Braydon interjected.
Given their statuses, dining in public was unsuitable.
As descendants of the Oracle Palace’s Divine Lord and a priestess, engaging in public revelry risked tarnishing the Oracle Palace’s prestige.
After all, gods were meant to be revered, and their lofty status garnered adoration worldwide.
Moreover, being recognized could invite unwelcome attention.
“The banquet room is priced three to five times higher than standard private rooms, at five spirit crystals per day,” the young man explained.
One spirit crystal equated to a thousand large spirit stones or a million small spirit stones.
A single private room commanded five million small spirit stones—a considerable sum.
Yet, in the Donta Imperial City, wealth was abundant among its many formidable denizens.
Ordinary folk would hesitate to enter such establishments, where even pinnacle martial artists had to go through a great deal just to patronize them.
However, for individuals like Braydon and Xetsa, the cost of spirit crystals was inconsequential.
Braydon had dedicated a year to secluded cultivation, expending hundreds of thousand-year-old spirit herbs in the process.
Moreover, with Xetsa’s vigilant guard during his seclusion, a few spirit crystals paled in comparison.
Upon reaching the ninth floor of the Lagos Marriott Hotel, Braydon and Xetsa found themselves faced with only six guest rooms, each offering a lavish experience.
Some rooms were tailored to accommodate martial artists, boasting spacious areas exceeding 300 square meters.
Among them was a restaurant designated for banquets.
Respectfully, the quick-witted young man inquired, “What would you like to eat?”
Braydon deferred to Xetsa for the choice, allowing her to place the order.
As for culinary preferences, Braydon held no specific preferences.
After placing their order, Xetsa dismissed the young man and began sipping her hot tea.
“The Great Divine Priest instructed me to remind you that while defeating Matu is commendable, your martial journey has no end. She suggests allocating at least three days per month to visit the Hall of Edicts for further learning.”
“Of course,” Braydon accepted without hesitation.
He harbored a keen interest in delving deeper into the workings of the Oracle Palace and the broader Donta Imperial Dynasty.
In Braydon’s eyes, all foreign races were adversaries.
Trapped within the confines of the Donta Imperial City and the Oracle Palace, he saw no alternative.
One day, when he could no longer be contained, Braydon would rise to overthrow the 16th ruin and dismantle the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
The enmity between them was irreconcilable.
“Defeating Matu has undoubtedly earned you renown in the Donta Imperial City,” Xetsa remarked.
“However, it’s crucial to note that individuals surpassing Matu within the Oracle Palace are not just Her Highness Qwara Qhobela. The inhabitants of the Hall of Edicts are formidable in their own right.”
