The Strongest War God - Chapter 1329

Chapter 1329: This Child Cannot Be Allowed to Live

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“His fate hangs on the balance of luck,” the devilish young man remarked, furrowing his brow.

He sighed, adding, “This is truly a trial of life and death for him. He is still so young, but he is entangled in worldly matters. If he can sever those ties, I can guide him into the Spirit Sea. There, he’ll be beyond anyone’s reach.”

“Even ghosts know that great success divines never return from the Spirit Sea,” Gideon Zavala muttered.

“The Spirit Sea has its own laws,” the devilish youth continued with a sigh.

“Are we just going to stand by and watch him get beaten to death?” Gideon’s gaze pierced through Constantine Siegel as he questioned him.

“If he perishes, what will you do?” Constantine replied calmly, raising his left hand to summon a ball of silver light.

“You’re truly generous,” Gideon exclaimed, astonished.

“Enough talk, deliver it swiftly,” Constantine instructed as he settled into a cross-legged position and closed his eyes.

With a nod, Gideon took the item and vanished in an instant.

He traversed the Spirit Sea, making his way to the 16th ruin to deliver the crucial item to Braydon Neal.

With this item, Braydon’s chances of falling in battle would be significantly reduced.

Constantine’s spirit artifact, the Sky Splitting Wings, was renowned throughout the Spirit Sea.

While descriptions of spirit artifacts varied in the outside world, they were meticulously detailed within the Spirit Sea.

Ownership of such artifacts was restricted to those at the peak of power, and they were strictly categorized based on their potency.

A few divine-level figures still wielded low-level spirit artifacts, but Constantine’s Sky Splitting Wings belonged to the high-level category.

With its wings spread, it could slay even divines and grant a threefold increase in speed to its user.

Such enhancement was truly exceptional, showcasing the extraordinary nature of the Sky Splitting Wings.

In the 16th ancient city, Braydon stepped out and surveyed the divine-level figure hovering in the sky.

“Braydon,” Sorrell Neal spoke hoarsely, fists clenched. “They’re all divine-level figures. The emperors and countless aborigines are assaulting the Zunde Royal City.”

Proud divine-level characters wouldn’t waste their efforts attacking insignificant entities like the Northern Army men.

Their true aim was to descend upon the 16th ancient city and demolish the bronze door, paving their way to the outside world.

Confident in their superiority, they saw no threat in the outside world’s forces.

“Let’s depart,” Braydon said softly to Sorrell. “Head to Zunde Royal City and aid Frediano and the others.”

With the bronze door sealed shut, there was no retreat.

Moreover, the Northern Army had established a sanctuary, housing 60 million children under the age of five, all of whom were the future of Hansworth.

Thus, the Northern Army had no choice but to stand their ground and defend the 16th ruin to the last breath.

Draped in a snow-white robe, Braydon soared into the sky against the wind.

Meanwhile, a woman in scarlet gazed down from above, her demeanor icy.

“Braydon, step aside,” she declared coldly. “It’s beneath the dignity of those present to engage with a fledgling emperor like yourself.”

The woman who spoke was Rayha Qhobela.

Though she had been gravely wounded before, her vitality as a divine was formidable.

To truly eliminate her, one would need to shatter her divine pill or reduce her to ashes.

The 16th ancient city now stood deserted, its inhabitants having retreated to Zunde Royal City.

The deserted city harbored a bronze door, coveted by the aborigines.

Braydon stood in the sky, hands clasped behind his back, and spoke softly, “Which of you dare to step foot into the human world?”

The 16th ruin was under the Northern Army’s jurisdiction, and guarding it was Braydon’s solemn duty.

Rayha shook her head. “Why do you persist in this? You know it means certain death for you.”

“As far as I know, all bronze doors have been sealed. The outsiders have abandoned their posts. Why do you continue to defend this door? It’s only a matter of time before the others corrode this door and the aborigines step into the outside world.”

Rayha remained composed.

She had grown accustomed to upheaval and was indifferent to the fate of the Oracle Palace.

Her true desire was to reach the outside world.

She couldn’t fathom why Braydon stood in her way.

A slim middle-aged man in black interjected, “Young man, we’ve seen you relocate your kin here. You seek to carve out a sanctuary for them, and we respect that. Moreover, releasing us would ease your burden. So why not?”

“If I do not fight and let you leave, I will become a traitor.”

Braydon then added, “Allowing you to leave would lessen my load, but it would burden those in the outside world.”

These aborigines were desperate to break free, eager to wreak havoc outside.

How could Braydon allow them to escape?

The skinny middle-aged man’s expression soured instantly. “You have no gratitude for kindness. Rayha mentioned your significant karma, advising you to steer clear of confrontation. Well, regardless of your karma, blocking our path means death for you!”

With a swift motion, the middle-aged man exuded an unrivaled divine pressure, signifying his status at the sixth level of the Martial Monarch Realm. His formidable aura swept through the area, leaving an imposing presence.

Though Braydon was recognized as a newly ascended emperor, the other 35 beings present were divines.

Yet, they refrained from intervening, knowing it would be inappropriate to gang up on a lesser adversary.

None of the individuals or spirit beasts present were younger than 500 years old.

Only the middle-aged man took action, his sixth-level divine realm status granting him the power to decimate a radius of 100 miles with a single gesture.

In terms of raw power, a newly ascended divine’s strength equated to that of a thousand newly ascended emperors combined.

Similarly, a newly ascended divine’s might surpassed that of a freshly minted emperor by a factor of a thousand.

A second-level divine realm expert wielded power two thousand times greater than a novice divine realm practitioner.

Given the middle-aged man’s sixth-level divine realm status, his punch packed a force six thousand times greater than that of a fledgling emperor like Braydon.

Therefore, any notion of relying solely on imperial power to defeat a creature of the divine realm would be met with ridicule.

The idea of challenging a high-level expert was undeniably a foolish notion.

Yet, even though Braydon was a newly ascended emperor, the path he treaded was remarkably formidable.

With a swift motion, the middle-aged divine unleashed a powerful punch, emitting immense pressure that seemed to constrict the air around them.

Braydon’s body shimmered with a golden light, and behind him materialized two imperial paths.

Along the hundred-meter imperial path, the ancient martial arts banished immortal stood at the end, launching a bold attack.

Absorbing the national fate of countless countries had augmented his prowess, enhancing his talent.

However, it also carried a formidable force—the power of national fate.

As the ancient martial arts banished immortal emerged, 3,000 mental paths manifested behind him, and his aura pervaded the world.

Just this pressure alone rivaled that of a third-level divine realm being.

The middle-aged divine was taken aback.

To think that a newly ascended emperor could birth something akin to a third-level divine realm figure!

Such talent was extraordinary.

Now that they were adversaries, this child could not be allowed to live, no matter the cost.