The Strongest War God Chapter 1256: The Northern King Slaying Emperors

Chapter 1256: The Northern King Slaying Emperors

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

For years, the Oracle Palace had diligently sought out descendants of various G.o.ds, driven by a crucial mission they believed these descendants held.

Yet, it seemed their efforts had been misguided all along.

The truth lay within the bloodline of the Jansky family—a lineage steeped in divine ancestry.

Even back in the 14th ruin, the Qilin Beast, initially mistaken for a donkey by Luke Yates, had sensed the unmistakable essence of divine blood within Colton Jansky.

It recognized the Jansky family’s lineage as that of a G.o.d.

Moreover, Braydon Neal himself was a descendant of the Green Lotus G.o.d.

Now, as Braydon treaded upon the red lotus and ascended toward the statue of the Divine Lord, a remarkable transformation unfolded.

The Divine Lord statue, seemingly invigorated, shed its stone skin, emanating an aura of supreme divinity that overshadowed even the heavens.

This divine presence exerted a pressure so immense that even the Great Divine Priests and other celestial beings plummeted from the sky like crows, while the entire imperial city quivered under its weight.

Witnessing this spectacle, the denizens of the city erupted into a frenzy of awe and astonishment.

“The Divine Lord reveals his divine essence! May the Donta Imperial City be blessed!”

“Heavens above, the Divine Lord manifests his divinity!”

“Is there someone over there?”

…

The commotion spread throughout the entire imperial city, leaving even the Divine Priests of the Oracle Palace dumbfounded.

Could this truly be the descendant of the Green Lotus G.o.d?

No, it was evident—he was a descendant of the Divine Lord!

Leading the Oracle Palace’s response was a woman garbed in crimson.

With striking beauty and an air of authority, she emerged from the palace alone—a solitary figure shrouded in red, with a veil concealing her features.

She was none other than the 16th Great Divine Priest—the Oracle Palace’s sovereign ruler.

Upon closer observation, Braydon would undoubtedly discern a striking resemblance between this Great Divine Priest and Sadie Dudley.

Who was she?

The statue, towering nine meters high like a colossal giant, held secrets within its stone façade.

And now, whatever lay hidden within had been stirred to life.

Braydon’s blood surged in response.

This time, it wasn’t merely the ancestral Jansky family bloodline that stirred within him; it was the bloodline of the Neal family itself.

The 16th Great Divine Priest cast a meaningful glance and murmured, “The descendant of the Divine Lord has finally arrived.”

Standing before the statue, Braydon witnessed a seismic event unfold as cracks traversed its surface, causing it to crumble into a cascade of stone fragments.

Among the debris, a wooden box that was two meters long emerged, soaring out of the wreckage.

The box, adorned with cryptic runes suggestive of a sealing enchantment, exuded an air of mystery.

Braydon gingerly reached out, only to find an unseen force slice through his fingertip as he made contact.

With a swift motion, a drop of scarlet blood dropped onto the box, breaking its seal and causing it to spring open of its own accord.

Within lay a simple yet formidable bow, measuring 1.8 meters in length, flanked by nine golden arrows each spanning 1.5 meters.

As the bow emerged, it emanated a palpable aura of ferocity that instilled fear in all who beheld it.

Xetsa Yeza gasped incredulously. “A weapon of the Divine Lord—the G.o.d Slaying Bow!”

No one had antic.i.p.ated that this legendary divine weapon, long lost to the annals of history and renowned throughout the martial arts realm, would be concealed within the statue.

With Braydon’s arrival, the G.o.d Slaying Bow stirred to life, its dormant spirit awakened, hungering for blood once more.

The moment Braydon grasped the G.o.d Slaying Bow, he retrieved a golden arrow, prompting a peculiar sensation to envelop his entire being.

It was as if his vision had expanded a thousandfold, allowing him to see far beyond the immediate surroundings.

A thousand miles away, within a vast lake, a colossal black flood dragon, stretching a hundred meters in length, idly coiled in the water—a veritable beast emperor.

Drawing back his bow with the grace of the moon, Braydon unleashed the arrow, its trajectory a blur as it vanished from sight in an instant.

Whoosh!

A thousand miles away, a corpse materialized, the black flood dragon impaled upon a ma.s.sive boulder, blood spilling from its wound.

The arrow had pierced straight through its head.

The repercussions were immediate—the forbidden zone erupted in fury.

Several black flood dragons ascended into the heavens, their roars reverberating in human speech as they demanded retribution for the invasion of their sanctum.

“Who dares trespa.s.s into the Flood Dragon Forbidden Zone? Show yourselves!”

Roar!

One particularly ma.s.sive black flood dragon, nearly 800 meters in length—a behemoth on the cusp of becoming a black dragon—led the charge, accompanied by four others, their wrath palpable as they soared toward the Donta Imperial Dynasty with murderous intent.

A mere thousand miles separated the forbidden zone from the imperial city, the direction from which the golden arrow had been unleashed.

The flood dragons were poised for vengeance.

High above, wielding the G.o.d Slaying Bow, Braydon stood transfixed, aghast at the bow’s terrifying power.

Truly, the bow lived up to its name—a single arrow had felled a beast emperor a thousand miles away.

According to local lore, emperors were akin to G.o.ds.

And if emperors were G.o.ds, then the G.o.d Slaying Bow was the harbinger of divine retribution.

Braydon observed the movements of the flood dragons and subtly maneuvered his fingers to retrieve another golden arrow.

Drawing his bow with the fluidity of moonlight, he aimed at one of the flood dragons.

Whoosh!

The second golden arrow was released with such speed that even his mental power struggled to keep pace.

Its trajectory spanned 800 miles, piercing through the air with deadly precision.

The arrow found its mark, felling another flood dragon—a swift demise as it plummeted to the ground, its life extinguished in an instant.

Now, only four of the original five flood dragons remained, their ranks diminished by two fallen comrades.

The colossal 800-meter-long ancestor of the flood dragons trembled with shock, anger, and a tinge of fear.

It had failed to detect the arrow’s approach, realizing too late the danger it faced.

There was no way it could have dodged it.

One of the flood dragons exclaimed in terror. “Patriarch, it’s a G.o.d Slaying Arrow!”

The golden arrow absorbed the black flood dragon’s power, leaving behind only a desiccated dragon skin.

Then, it returned to Braydon’s side, followed swiftly by the second arrow.

A weapon of such terrifying power—one unparalleled in the ruins—the G.o.d Slaying Arrow was now being tested by a supreme presence from the Oracle Palace.

As the four remaining flood dragons hesitated, another golden arrow streaked through the air, striking down yet another of their kin.

With three beast emperors now fallen in succession, panic gripped the Flood Dragon Forbidden Zone.

“Run!” the ancestor cried out in horror. “Stay away from the Donta Imperial City!”

Braydon halted his onslaught, harboring no sympathy for these spirit beasts, known for their predation of humans.

His vitality gradually calmed, and astonishingly, the G.o.d Slaying Bow transformed into a beam of light and entered Braydon’s body.

This weapon, it seemed, possessed sentience.

Braydon realized he could use his own vitality to nurture and enhance his compatibility with the G.o.d Slaying Bow.

Acquiring the bow made this journey worthwhile.

Simultaneously, within the Oracle Palace, every individual knelt down in reverence.

Even the G.o.ds themselves bowed before him.

“May the G.o.ds bless the oracle. Welcome, Young Divine Lord!” they chorused, displaying profound respect for Braydon, the Divine Lord.

Throughout the martial arts civilization, the Divine Lords were held in the highest regard, a source of immense pride.

Approaching him with measured steps, the woman in red, identified as the 16th Great Divine Priest, spoke softly, “The 16th Great Divine Priest extends greetings to the Young Divine Lord.”

As Braydon observed her, a sense of familiarity stirred within him, prompting him to recall a figure—Sadie.

The a.s.sociation felt inexplicable yet undeniable.