The Strongest War God

Chapter 1972: Hamish Moore’s Body Chapter 1972: Hamish Moore’s Body Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Hamish Moore’s remnant soul needed to give Braydon Neal a reason.

As they spoke, Hamish’s remnant soul pointed to a certain place.

That was where his physical body stood, with two rings on his right hand.

One was a red phoenix-shaped ring, the other a green patterned ring—two storage rings.

“I’m in charge of the northern hall, overseeing all the divisions of the Heavenly Court.

I have the final say in the distribution of resources every hundred years,” Hamish’s remnant soul said, pointing to the red ring.

A massive amount of resources was hidden inside, enough to meet the cultivation needs of hundreds of thousands of transcendent-level experts for 300 years.

Even Braydon couldn’t imagine how much there was.

If he could obtain it, the Northern Army would no longer need to worry about cultivation resources.  Even if Braydon reached the transcendent realm, resources wouldn’t be an issue in the short term.

“Even without your help, I could still take these two storage rings,” Braydon said calmly.

“You went to the southern hall and collected Bartholomew Lacroix’s corpse?” Hamish’s remnant soul suddenly asked.

“Yes,” Braydon admitted without hesitation.

“No wonder.

They’ve been dead for countless years, with no spirituality left.” “Go ahead and touch my body!” Hamish’s remnant soul smiled mysteriously.

“Hmm?” Braydon moved.

The Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes!

The nine supremes stood behind him.

“What a brilliant secret technique!” Hamish was surprised.

One of the supremes stepped forward and reached for the two storage rings.

Swoosh!

As soon as his finger touched them, Hamish’s body was shrouded in light, with a trace of vitality hidden within.

“His life force is still intact?” Braydon’s eyes widened in shock.

His guess had been right.

This man wasn’t fully dead.

It seemed that boundless power lay dormant within his body, eager to burst out.

In the next moment, the small black sword embedded in Hamish’s head glowed faintly, directly suppressing his physical body.  The terrifying transcendent power within was restrained.

That was why his body didn’t explode.

If it had, everything within a 5,000-kilometer radius would have been obliterated.

Braydon raised his hand, dispersing the nine supreme monarch art, deciding not to provoke the body any further.

It wasn’t easy to obtain the two storage rings.

“Are you not going to try again?” Hamish’s remnant soul asked with a faint smile.

“No need,” Braydon responded expressionlessly.  He already had enough trouble without involving Hamish’s remnant soul’s relics.  He wanted the storage rings.

If he wanted to claim a portion of the Heavenly Court’s resources, he had to help Hamish’s body remove the small black sword.

The key question was how to take it out?

That sword couldn’t be subdued by force alone.

How terrifying had Hamish been at his peak?

He was slain by this very sword.

What could Braydon possibly use to suppress it?

His face?

“So,” Braydon asked Hamish’s remnant soul indifferently, “how do I remove the small sword?” “There’s no rush.

I’ll teach you a technique.

Once you’ve mastered it, extracting the sword will be easy!” Hamish’s remnant soul projected a wave of mental energy, containing a cultivation method.

It wasn’t his legacy.

It was a newly developed technique, created over this long period of time.

“Sword path?” Braydon closed his eyes to absorb the information, then asked.

This sword path cultivation method carried 30% of a terrifying sword intent, almost 90% identical to the small black sword’s.

It wasn’t hard to deduce that Hamish’s remnant soul had comprehended the sword intent within the small sword and developed this technique.

That sword had brought about Hamish’s downfall, suppressing his body day and night.

But there were benefits, too.

Being constantly suppressed by the sword, the sword intent it contained could be understood by anyone, even a pig, over the years.

“Once you’ve mastered this technique and remove the sword, I’ll give you all the resources from the Heavenly Court’s outer treasury!” Hamish promised.

“That’s not enough!” Braydon shook his head.

“Name your terms.

I’m listening.” Hamish remained calm.

“Success or failure, I want both storage rings and the techniques,” Braydon demanded bluntly.

“You were once a level ten transcendent.

Why would you need my cultivation method?” While the methods of beings at the same level were strong and useful as references, their practical application was limited.

“I have my reasons!” Braydon replied coolly.

“Fine!” Hamish had waited countless years.

In fact, he had been keeping an eye on anyone who entered since the altar was opened.

Now, more people had come.

But Hamish had chosen only Braydon.

The reason was simple: Braydon’s body still carried the aura of the ancient soul.

The ancient soul was a level ten transcendent.

This proved Braydon had once reached level ten.

In the outside world, there were countless prodigies and geniuses.

But who could prove they had transcended?

No one but Braydon.

Furthermore, during his earlier years, Braydon had not only transcended, but also stepped into the tenth level.

This was his best proof.

Now, they had made a deal.

“If I help you escape,” Braydon responded calmly, “and you regain even a fraction of your strength, wiping out anyone would be as easy as crushing an ant.

How can I trust you?” “Believe in the pride of a level ten transcendent!” Hamish replied with confidence.

There was no need for promises.

The pride of a level ten transcendent spoke for itself.

The items in the storage ring were of little use to Hamish.

Once he freed himself from the small sword’s suppression, he could revive and regain his freedom.

What was the value of a mere external object?

The reason was simple.

Braydon nodded slightly and sat cross-legged, entering a deep meditative state to comprehend the technique Hamish had imparted.

It was said to be a sword art.

In reality, it was the mark of the small black sword.

Braydon’s consciousness drifted into a dark universe.

A black longsword sliced through the endless void, cutting through the darkness and transforming into a ray of light that gradually illuminated the land.

It was the same sword Hamish had witnessed years ago.

With a single strike, it had killed all the high-level transcendent experts of the Heavenly Court.

That mysterious being had wiped out hundreds of thousands of low-level transcendents with a single palm.

Then, a sword fell.

It killed all the high-level creatures.

Gadin Jennings perished in the main hall of the Heavenly Court.

Who exactly was that mysterious entity?

Apart from Gadin, no one knew the answer.

Braydon felt powerless and despaired as he watched the sword.

It was far too terrifying.

Under its might, nothing could compare.

It seemed capable of cutting through everything.

The universe could be slashed, as could transcendence itself.

Even a tenth level expert could barely withstand this sword.

After witnessing its power, Braydon realized just how wise his past choices had been.

In the face of such a sword, the tenth level was no stronger than an insect.

Even though Braydon had returned to his original state, it hardly mattered.

In the presence of this mysterious being, he was like a blade of grass.

Insignificant.

Fortunately, Braydon had carved out a new path.

One hundred thousand Dharma Idols, one hundred thousand paths.

It was known as the Dharma Nation!

Revered for generations, it became his foundation.

More importantly, Braydon had also mastered the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art!