The Strongest War God

Chapter 1974: Luke’s Wife Chapter 1974: Luke’s Wife Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “I can only say that the difference is immense, even extremely significant!

“You guys are at the end of the tenth level now, but in our time, it wasn’t… Hmm?” Swoosh!

Hamish Moore’s remnant soul turned pale, lowering his head.

It almost dissipated.

Even Braydon Neal felt his body grow cold at that moment.  He could faintly sense that in the endless void, a terrifying creature was watching from afar.

With just a single glance.

A chill ran down Braydon’s spine.

Hamish’s remnant soul nearly collapsed.

This topic could not be discussed, nor could it be spoken of.

Braydon and Hamish’s remnant soul immediately went silent.

Any further, and they’d be in trouble.

Hamish’s remnant soul realized something was wrong.

Braydon felt the same.

But he couldn’t say anything!

Braydon finished the wine in the jar and went into seclusion to study the mark of the small black sword.

His consciousness was plunged into the boundless dark universe.

He began observing that heaven-splitting sword.

Around him, 10,000 banished immortals were scattered, all deep in comprehension.  Each had made some progress, and it was synchronized with the others.  Their pace was far from slow.

Whenever they encountered a bottleneck, the 10,000 banished immortals would break through together.

Naturally, this made their progress incredibly efficient.

However, Braydon couldn’t help but mutter, ‘What’s the difference between then and now?’ Something terrifying was being concealed!

At the very least, in Braydon’s early generation, they couldn’t even approach this secret.

He wasn’t yet at a high enough level to touch such matters.

Could the destruction of the Heavenly Court be connected to this?

Braydon shook his head, clearing away distracting thoughts to focus on comprehending the sword.

Time showed no mercy.  It didn’t stop flowing just because Braydon and the others were in seclusion.

For ten full years, Braydon remained in seclusion here.

Comprehending the true intent of the small sword!

Outside, everyone who was meant to enter had already come in.

All the sons of the Northern Army were present.

Upon entering, they swept through everything in the ruins of the Heavenly Court.

All the transcendent bodies were gathered.

The shattered armor and the well-preserved weapons were all eon artifacts.

Unfortunately, when the heavenly tribulation struck, all the artifact souls had perished.

No one survived.

No one could say what had happened back then.

Hamish’s remnant soul, however, was different.

Who knew what method he had used to preserve even a wisp of his soul?

The sons of the Northern Army had struck it rich.

Those transcendent bodies each had storage rings, their treasures still inside.

The mysterious creature that had destroyed the Heavenly Court back then hadn’t cared for these things at all.

Luckily, the first and second crippled bodies had taken the initiative to secure more than half of the high-level transcendent bodies.

All the valuable items were with Braydon.

Even so, Luther Carden and the others made a fortune.

Hundreds of thousands of transcendent bodies.

The items they gathered amounted to the Northern Army emptying out the Heavenly Court’s vault.

The people had been slain by someone else, but the spoils belonged to the Northern Army.

Others had fought, yet the Northern Army reaped the benefits.

But how could things be so easy?

One night.

The little fool was nearly killed by the black-furred monster.  The small wooden house where he had hidden was smashed to pieces by a massive palm, leaving his body exposed to the fierce wind.

In an instant, Luke Yates’s flesh and blood were stripped away by the wind, leaving only a golden skeleton.  He quickly dug a hole on the spot and hid underground.

Even so, the black-furred monster refused to give up on the little fool.

It chased him through the tunnels he had dug.

He dug all the way to the eastern hall.

The eastern hall was where Cassandra Gabler resided.

A cold, elegant sword descended from the sky, stabbing into the ground at an angle.  It nearly killed the black-furred monster, forcing it to retreat in fear.  Meanwhile, Little Fool entered the eastern hall.

He had narrowly escaped disaster.

Outside, a sandstorm raged.

Inside Luke’s golden skeleton, a pair of sneaky eyes darted about.  His gaze eventually landed on a female corpse with icy skin and jade-like bones sitting inside the hall.

The female corpse sat on a throne, a silver crown adorning her head, with a white pearl faintly glowing on it.  She wore a white gauze dress, and her eyes were closed, as if in peaceful slumber.

“Hey,” Luke asked suspiciously, “Did you just save me?” There was no response.

Luke tossed the shovel aside and sat cross-legged, circulating his energy to regenerate his body.

His flesh had been torn away by the wind.

He was gravely injured.

His realm had regressed!

As Luke closed his eyes to heal, he felt something cold touch his forehead.  A surge of power swept through him, instantly restoring his flesh and blood, even returning him to his previous realm.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of jade-like fingers touching his forehead.

The female corpse with the silver crown on the throne was alive.

Her clear eyes were filled with ruthlessness, a dark hole visible on her forehead.  Her body radiated lifelessness.

“You’re not dead?” Luke quickly clothed himself.

The silver-crowned woman sent out a spiritual wave, “How dare you barge into my residence?” “I didn’t mean to.

That thing chased me, and I dug a hole to escape.

Who would’ve thought it would lead me here?” Luke mumbled in explanation.

But the silver-crowned woman, now disturbed, had awoken.  She gazed at the storm raging outside the window.  Corpses danced within it, making the scene appear eerie and terrifying.

She seemed lost in thought.  At times, her brow would furrow slightly, a flash of pain passing across her face, leaving her looking confused.

‘Who… am I?’ This female corpse was Cassandra.

A creature of the tenth level.

Once, she had been a fearsome figure in the Heavenly Court.

Her name had commanded the reverence of countless male transcendents.  They dared only to worship her, never to disrespect her.

“You’re my wife!” Luke declared righteously.

“Hmm?” The female corpse looked at him, puzzled.

“You’re my wife,” Luke repeated through a spiritual wave.

“I’m your husband!” “Husband?” The female corpse seemed bewildered.

In truth, she wasn’t foolish.  The black sword in her mind had nearly taken her life, leaving only a sliver of vitality.  She had entered a state of suspended animation, finally regaining some of her strength after countless years.

Only now had she awoken.

But she was gravely injured, her memories lost.

Luke continued seriously, “It means I’m your husband.

We were engaged when we were young.

We grew up together.

You called me Brother Luke, and I called you Little Sister…” This story, concocted on the spot, was pure fabrication.

“Luke?

Cold… Luke Luke… Luke Luke… My name.” A flicker of pain crossed Cassandra’s brow.

She truly couldn’t remember.

Luke’s expression turned stern.

“What Luke Luke?

Call me Brother Luke!” ‘Brother Luke?’ Cassandra parted her lips.

Luke’s face lit up.

“Little sister, sit down and rest.

You were seriously hurt back then.

You’ve just woken up.

Don’t move too much, or you might get hurt again…” Cassandra felt uncomfortable with this interaction.  However, what this stranger said seemed to hold a grain of truth.

She returned to the throne.

Luke sat beside her and embraced her.  Her soft, cold body nearly made him cry out in pain.  He spoke gently, “We got married when we were sixteen.

I gave your family a herd of sheep as a betrothal gift.

Later, the sheep went missing…”