The Strongest War God - Chapter 1342

Chapter 1342: I was Careless

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Throughout an entire day, Braydon Neal embarked on a relentless rampage, systematically exterminating all quasi-divine individuals.

His mission was clear: eliminate any threats to his younger brothers.

Once his grim task was complete, Braydon vanished in the blink of an eye.

He couldn’t afford to linger in Zunde Royal City for too long.

Speeding away, Braydon wasted no time.

At every sighting of a gathering of demon beasts, he struck without hesitation.

With a wave of his hand, a brilliant light descended from the heavens—a chilling sword light, slicing through space itself.

Braydon had inherited the spatial legacy of the Star Tower, mastering the elusive arts of space and time to a considerable extent.

The razor-sharp sword light left a trail of corpses in its wake as Braydon made his way back to the small mountain.

Outside Zunde Royal City, beasts and aborigines alike fell victim to his merciless onslaught, leaving behind an ominous sense of impending collapse.

News of the massacre swiftly reached the bronze door, where Rayha Qhobela and other divine-level characters convened.

“Something grave has occurred in Zunde Royal City,” the thousand-meter-long ape intoned. “All quasi-divine spirit beasts and aborigines have been ruthlessly slaughtered by a powerful entity. My suspicion falls upon Braydon!”

“It must be him!” the old willow tree spat venomously, bearing the scars of severe injury inflicted by Braydon.

With its main body hewn down, the tree faced a daunting recovery process of unknown duration.

Every quasi-divine entity present was well aware of the conflict raging in Zunde Royal City.

No quasi-divine had been seen struggling for months, yet now, an unknown individual emerged, slaying those of quasi-divine caliber.

It was evident: this newcomer possessed the strength of a divine.

And there was only one such individual—Braydon!

“It’s conceivable that Braydon might aid them,” Rayha remarked calmly. “Rumors suggest he relocated millions of children from the outside world, turning this place into a sanctuary.”

“We care little for those children; it’s Braydon’s threat that concerns us!” the earth dragon growled.

As the descendant of the Divine Lord, the prodigious Braydon posed a significant threat, one that the thousand-meter giant ape and others found unnerving.

It seemed prudent to eliminate such a monster at the earliest opportunity—they couldn’t afford to let him live!

These entities had already discerned Braydon’s vulnerability: his reliance on the Sky Splitting Wings, granting him unparalleled freedom of movement.

However, the million soldiers under his command and the millions of Hansworth children couldn’t enjoy such freedom of movement.

As they deliberated, a surge of killing intent welled up within them; they were eager to venture to Zunde Royal City.

Meanwhile, on a small mountain, Braydon spoke softly, a hint of concern creasing his brow. “I personally killed all the quasi-divine creatures,” he murmured. “Rayha Qhobela will surely grow suspicious. They might suspect I ventured to Zunde Royal City.”

“Braydon, Master’s foundational inheritance includes numerous secret techniques related to space and time. Mastery of these could render them powerless,” the artifact spirit reminded.

“No,” Braydon shook his head. “Those techniques are too complex to master swiftly. Time is my most precious commodity right now.”

“Within Star Tower, one year equals ten outside,” the artifact spirit persisted.

But Braydon knew he didn’t even have a year—only a few months remained.

Rayha and the others were already harboring suspicions.

His only recourse was to allay their doubts.

He couldn’t afford to let the Divine-level characters venture to Zunde Royal City; their presence there would spell its destruction.

Braydon’s immediate task was to restrain their energies.

With a flash, he vanished, his speed pushed to its limit as he surged in another direction.

The target was the towering locust tree.

To Braydon, who moved with astonishing speed, those massive plant demons and spirit beasts proved the easiest prey.

Launching another assault, Braydon restrained his aura to the utmost, seemingly melding into the fabric of space itself.

His nine Shadow Flying Daggers disappeared into the void as he slowed his pace, evading detection by the divine-level spirits.

With meticulous precision, he closed in on the distant three-thousand-meter-tall locust tree.

The gap between them steadily dwindled: 100 miles… 80 miles… 70 miles… 50 miles!

Though it seemed distant, in reality, this was almost the threshold—almost directly next to the divine-level characters.

And Braydon heard every word they uttered!

These individuals harbored genuine suspicions, speculating whether Braydon had indeed ventured to Zunde Royal City and slaughtered all the quasi-divine creatures there.

While they were uncertain, Braydon had unwittingly emerged as their greatest threat.

Expressionless, devoid of any trace of hostility, Braydon remained as calm as a tranquil pond.

Yet, in an instant, that stillness erupted into action!

The thousand-meter-long ape was saying, “Braydon is a significant threat. We must eliminate him before the bronze door fully opens—”

But before he could finish his warning…

Space rippled as the nine Shadow Flying Daggers traversed the void.

In a flash, a flying dagger materialized, leaving nine black voids in its wake as it hurtled toward the ancient locust tree.

None dared to intercept Braydon’s deadly blade; the sharpness of the Shadow Flying Dagger was notorious for rending through Void Armor with ease—a feat that even divine level weapons couldn’t achieve.

Braydon reappeared amidst the fury of the giant ape, earth dragon, golden-eyed black eagle, and their ilk.

Having dispatched two divine-level characters earlier, his audacity in returning only fueled their rage.

“Attack!” bellowed the giant ape. “Channel your mental power to create a prison!”

They had all presumed that Braydon had ventured to Zunde Royal City, never anticipating that he was brazenly hiding in plain sight, launching an assault.

Did he truly believe that they were weak beings?

Did he truly believe that they couldn’t capture him?

With a resounding boom, the 33 divine-level creatures unleashed their formidable mental power.

A golden ocean surged across a thousand miles, its power spreading far and wide, directly restraining life within its domain.

Braydon’s velocity suddenly plummeted, the surrounding space seeming to congeal around him.

Instantly, his expression shifted, his speed reduced by more than tenfold—a simple suppression on his end had drawn the ire of the divine-level characters.

Beneath the shroud of mental power, it wasn’t merely suppression; a mental assault accompanied it, nearly tearing Braydon’s spiritual aperture asunder.

A trickle of blood emerged between his brows, his head throbbing as if pierced by a thousand needles.

His mind felt on the verge of collapse, his complexion ashen.

“Braydon, utilize spatial translocation! Hurry!” the artifact spirit of Star Tower admonished urgently.

Having waited for untold years, enduring endless darkness and solitude, the artifact spirit couldn’t bear to witness Braydon’s demise.

It was a marvel that Braydon’s will hadn’t shattered under the relentless mental assault of 33 divine-level characters.

Braydon’s realm and combat prowess were formidable, yet he couldn’t conceal his status as a newly ascended emperor.

The mental power of a newly ascended emperor paled in comparison to that of a seasoned one.

In an instant, the willow branches in the sky transformed into divine-level weapons.

Simultaneously, a true divine-level weapon stirred to life as the giant ape brandished its bronze staff.