The Strongest War God Chapter 1374: Tonight, I'll Send You on Your Way

Chapter 1374: Tonight, I’ll Send You on Your Way

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“When it comes to resource allocation, all the countries in the world will have to heed the Northern Army’s commands,” Braydon Neal declared.

Seizing this opportunity, he could solidify his position.

“After we handle the 8th ruin, I’ll be heading to other ruins for the next three years,” Braydon announced.

The only way to prevent the aborigines from infiltrating the outside world was through direct confrontation.

The atmosphere in the living room grew tense as Haven Downing and the others realized Braydon would be going alone.

Conquering 3,000 ruins solo was his burden to bear.

As starlight bathed the ground and the moon shone brightly in the sky, the 8th bronze door showed signs of activity.

Chaotic spatial fluctuations emerged before a middle-aged man in red armor stepped out.

“Is this the outside world?” he marveled in his aborigine tongue. “The stars and moon are so beautiful, it’s intoxicating.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, “I feel like my bottleneck is loosening!”

A second aboriginal divine-level character stepped out.

The vastness of the outside world, with its complete suns, moons, and stars, was unlike the artificial planets found within the ruins.

Braydon had already noticed this before.

He had attempted to summon the power of the stars with the Spirit Summoning Art, only to face a backlash.

It became evident to Braydon that the sun, moon, and stars in the ruins were all artificial.

Even the skies were fake.

How could it nurture a super expert who comprehended the great paths?

All the divines of the ruins were eager to break free, yearning to gaze upon the stars of the outside world.

In a small courtyard on South Pole Island, Braydon opened his eyes.

He stood up and teleported away, appearing in front of the bronze door in the dark night.

Within moments, five people emerged from the door—five divine realm aborigine warriors.

Braydon descended, catching the attention of the red-armored middle-aged man who spoke indifferently, “Is there no one else in the outside world? They actually sent you, an emperor, to stop us.”

“Everything below the emperor realm is nothing,” a nearby divine-level aborigine added disdainfully.

While divine realm experts were incredibly powerful and could easily defeat emperors, the presence of Braydon, an emperor at the third level, changed the equation.

“Send them on their way,” Braydon commanded calmly from the shadows.

One of the three banished immortals stepped forward—the ancient martial arts banished immortal.

Behind him, the 3,000 imperial paths bloomed, enhancing his aura by 3,000 times.

Relying solely on his own strength, he effortlessly suppressed the five divine-level characters.

One of them was even an extreme divine.

A battle of the divines commenced on the peak of the ice mountain.

The sea water rolled back, and the divines’ might shook the world.

Braydon stood not far away, quietly observing the unfolding clash.

The ancient martial arts banished immortal alone was more than capable of killing these five divine-level aborigines.

With the bronze door being completely destroyed, more aborigines continued to emerge.

Green Lotus smiled faintly and charged into the spatial pa.s.sageway, using his own strength to block the entire pa.s.sage.

A divine-level battle ensued within the confines of the pa.s.sageway.

Under the moonlit sky, the battle between divines reached a frenzied crescendo.

The number of divine level creatures in the 8th ruin far exceeded that of the 11th ruin and others behind it, boasting a significant presence of divine realm experts.

There were even several extreme divines.

And the Great Divine Priest of the 8th Oracle Palace was also an extreme divine.

In the first half of the night, the banished immortals eliminated the formidable enemies who had ventured into the outside world.

The members of the Fifth Divine Palace were close by, swiftly responding the moment the aborigines emerged.

Meanwhile, Louis Neal and Liam NEal remained concealed in the shadows, witnessing Braydon’s peak battle prowess firsthand and feeling a profound sense of shock.

Braydon acknowledged the presence of his father and fourth uncle with a slight nod before charging into the tunnel and venturing into the 8th ruin.

In the first half of the night alone, he managed to vanquish thirteen divines.

Yet, even with such accomplishments, the battle was far from over.

Braydon ventured into the 8th ruin, instantly sensing the presence of 89 divine realm auras.

What did this signify?

It meant that there were more than 100 divine realm beings within the 8th ruin alone.

A single ruin could easily surpa.s.s the might of a hundred countries in the outside world.

Descending with determination, Braydon’s white robes billowed around him as he spoke softly, “There are five extreme divines, seventeen upper-rank divines, and forty-six intermediate-rank divines.”

The remainder were all at the lower levels of the divine realm.

Three ranks, nine levels—each individual before him was an adversary.

The 8th Great Divine Priest recoiled in shock at the sight of Braydon.

“Descendant of the Divine Lord! You!”

Every Oracle Palace had received Braydon’s portrait, making his ident.i.ty unmistakable.

“There’s no room for negotiation tonight,” Braydon declared.

Flanked by three banished immortals, he wasted no words.

The aborigines before him were nothing but adversaries.

There was no s.p.a.ce for reconciliation or discussion.

Would the entirety of the 8th ruin submit to them without a fight?

Would eighty-nine divine-level characters engage in negotiations with an emperor like Braydon?

He didn’t have the luxury of time to entertain such notions.

With sheer strength, he intended to crush them, to eliminate any threat they posed.

His resolve was clear—to vanquish them until they dared not stir for a thousand years.

To safeguard Hansworth until even ten thousand years hence.

Through unrelenting force, he would protect his world.

The three banished immortals unleashed their formidable combat prowess, ready to execute Braydon’s will.

The martial arts banished immortal wielded control over the 30,000 techniques of the human world.

With a mere wave of his hand, 72 forms of ultimate power enveloped the world, transforming heaven and earth into a realm of chaos and terror.

Divine realm figures dared not let this immense power come near them.

Meanwhile, Green Lotus manipulated time in his left palm and s.p.a.ce in his right, each aspect possessing its own terrifying prowess.

With the convergence of spatial secret technique and time domain, their combined might was formidable.

Green Lotus swiftly imposed his dominance on extreme divines, suppressing the opposition.

Alongside the ancient martial arts banished immortal, a relentless ma.s.sacre unfolded.

Strong or weak, all fell swiftly before them in a whirlwind of bloodshed.

In the midst of the chaos, someone had their sights set on Braydon—an extreme divine plant demon embodied by a towering peach tree, stretching two thousand meters high.

Its blossoms exuded a fragrance that permeated hundreds of miles, while its crown bore ripe peaches, a rare sight indeed.

Its roots lashed out like divine realm weapons, leaving visible whip marks in the s.p.a.ce.

Despite being aided by the banished immortals, Braydon possessed formidable strength on his own, boasting a cultivation base of a third level emperor.

His resolve remained unshaken as he invoked the Spirit Summoning Art.

“Jaromir Neal shared a great deal with me today. When I was three years old, I fused with a wisp of Thirteenth Master’s soul. Although I recall nothing from my early years, the Sovereign Lord teacher came and sought me out,” Braydon recounted, his youthful mind displaying a cunning akin to that of a fox.

He had pieced it all together.

It had been pa.s.sed down through generations that all the inhabitants of Heavenly Mountain were women.

In order to continue the lineage to the ninth generation, it was pa.s.sed down to Braydon, a male.

Had it not been for the revelation from the thirteen disciples of the Spirit Sea, Braydon wouldn’t have believed it!

Despite being unable to recall anything from his soul or his childhood, Braydon deemed it unimportant.

The thirteen Spirit Sea disciples had left behind a contingency plan—the Spirit Summoning Art.

Utilizing the Spirit Summoning Art, Braydon awakened his true self, unveiling everything.

This was the backup plan devised by the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples.

As Braydon strolled through the dark night, he made a subtle gesture.

“The first half of my life was guided by invisible threads, leading me step by step to where I stand now. Whether it’s for better or worse, I have no desire to delve into it any further.

“But starting tonight, if anyone dares to try to control my destiny, I’ll end them!”

Braydon’s gaze gleamed with unwavering resolve and a fierce determination.