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Chapter 1623: Luke’s Operation Chapter 1623: Luke’s Operation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Almost every day, between three to five individuals would achieve a breakthrough to the life and death realm. At times, this number could reach as high as ten or even twenty people. The 13th legion led by the foolish young boy had practically become the standard bearer of the entire Northern Army.
They could cause trouble and engage in fierce battles. Despite his brash and battle-hungry personality, once he entered the battlefield, he refused to retreat even after countless battles and wouldn’t fall even if death stared him in the face. That was true ferocity!
Moreover, the tradition of the Northern Army was to honor strength above all else. Regardless of the legion, the strongest held sway.
Unbeknownst to many, Luke’s 13th legion had overshadowed the direct descendants of the Northern Army. Even though all ten legions belonged to the Northern Army sons, Luke’s army had asserted dominance.
However, Harvey Lay appeared with a somewhat grim expression. “Did you guys hear?
Luke’s mythical vine cultivated ten tentacles today.” “Isn’t that the mythical vine that eats…
well, you know?” The mythical vine raised by the little fool was remarkably spirited, but unfortunately, it had a habit of consuming excrement. During a previous incident, it rooted itself in the path soil directly under the manure pit.
Word spread like wildfire. Eventually, everyone in the army learned that Luke’s mythical vine had a taste for dung. This led to a widespread caution among the soldiers of the Northern Army regarding Luke’s mythical vines, fearing that they might lead their own mythical vines astray.
“If all the mythical vines he brings end up eating…
that,” someone commented in dismay, causing soldiers to faint at the thought of it happening in their latrines.
Harvey nodded solemnly.
“Yes, it’s his mythical vine.
A two-tentacled mythical vine can take down a saint realm expert.
With four tentacles, it can handle an eminent saint realm expert.
And with six tentacles, it could challenge even a holy master realm expert!
“An eight-tentacled mythical vine can take down saint heart realm cultivators!
“A ten-tentacled mythical vine can handle life and death realm cultivators!” Harvey emphasized.
In just five years, Luke had nurtured a mythical vine capable of battling in the life and death realm. It was truly remarkable!
Moreover, Luke’s mythical vine had undergone a mutation, making it even more terrifying.
Luther Carden sat down and said softly, “Every soldier in Luke’s army claims to have mythical vines with no fewer than six tentacles.
We really should find out what’s going on!” Currently, the average number of mythical vines among Northern Army’s eight million soldiers was less than four per soldier. Luke’s forces clearly surpassed this average significantly—it was abnormal.
“Are you planning to confront him?” Westley Hader asked calmly.
“I doubt you’ll be able to find him.” “Luke has been acting mysterious lately,” Tobey Lapras grumbled.
“He disappears for half a month at a time.
I don’t know where he goes.
I tried to find him the day before yesterday, but he was nowhere to be seen!” As one of the three great calamities of the Northern Army, even Tobey was unaware of Luke’s recent activities. Luther and the others were equally in the dark.
Two miles away from the black iron tower, deep within the core area of the Dragon Spring World, a sneaky young man appeared lost in thought.
His small eyes darted around vigilantly as he approached the forbidden black iron tower.
Braydon Neal had issued strict orders prohibiting anyone from approaching the tower. There was only one person in the entire Northern Army who would defy such orders: the troublemaking Luke.
Luke had long suspected there was a treasure inside the iron tower. It wasn’t his first time here; judging by the withered cucumber heads on the ground, he made this pilgrimage every few days, indulging in his peculiar habit.
As Luke approached, the slanted black iron tower emitted a faint sound from its wind chimes. Immediately alert, Luke exclaimed, “Cut it out!
Sadie kicked you out last time, remember!” It was the same old bluff Luke used every time he visited, hoping to intimidate the tower’s guardians. Every time he mentioned Sadie Dudley, the wind chimes would abruptly fall silent.
Approaching the tower confidently, Luke noted its tilted position and the raised base, revealing a small pool inside. Within the pool swam a golden dragon, only about a meter long, adorned with shimmering scales and a small horn on its head—a charming sight that immediately captured Luke’s attention.
The little golden dragon blinked curiously, but Luke couldn’t help but drool. Anyone would desire such a pure-blooded creature as a pet, but Luke’s intentions were less innocent—he envisioned roasting it.
However, the clever little golden dragon knew better. Each time Luke approached with hunger in his eyes, it would swiftly swim away.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Luke coaxed gently.
“I’ve got something special for you!” In response, the little golden dragon spat out a mouthful of saliva straight onto Luke’s face.
Startled and irritated, Luke wiped off the dragon phlegm and drew out his nine-toothed pork fork from behind his waist. Through gritted teeth, he warned, “You slippery little thing, don’t let me catch you.
Otherwise, you’ll end up on my dinner plate!” Seeing that he couldn’t coax the little golden dragon out, Luke resorted to threats. After a brief standoff, he grabbed a water ladle and began greedily scooping up the green liquid from the pool. Each time he did, the wind chimes of the black iron tower rang disapprovingly.
Finally relenting, Luke paused and grumbled before leaving, “It’s just some green water, why so touchy?
If you keep this up, I’ll have Sadie come give you a thrashing!” The black tower fell back into an eerie silence, laden with brewing tension. Suddenly, its wind chimes violently vibrated, signaling its displeasure. Little Fool had pushed it too far—not only did he regularly pilfer from it, but he also dared to scold it.
Realizing the severity of the situation, Luke hastily retreated, grabbing a hoe from somewhere and feverishly digging around the tower. Potholes now pockmarked the area, resembling a dog’s relentless gnawing.
Although simple-minded, Luke wasn’t foolish. Upon his first visit, he had noticed that the white soil within a two-mile radius around the black tower was top-grade path soil, a rare and precious resource.
Within the Northern Army, why had the 13th legion under Luke’s command achieved such rapid progress in mythical vine cultivation? If resources were distributed equally among all legions…
If Luke reluctantly admitted he ranked second, no one else would dare to claim first!
During the recent battle with the Stone family, while others were fighting, Luke and his troops dashed straight for the family’s treasury, seizing everything in one swoop. On their return journey, they encountered a hundred-man team guarding the exit.