The Strongest War God

Chapter 1976: Success Chapter 1976: Success Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “I didn’t steal it…” Luke wasn’t very confident.

Over the past few years, before Cassandra regained her memory, she had always felt bad about her family’s lost sheep.

Eventually, Luke managed to acquire a herd of god sheep from his pocket dimension.

He brought over 200 void god-level sheep and raised them in the hall on the first floor.  Logically, the sheep should have multiplied over the past ten years.

However, the more he raised them, the fewer there were.  Now, only a few dozen remained… Every few days, a sheep would die from illness, go missing, or even commit suicide by ramming into a wall.

But he’d never heard of a god sheep in the void god realm dying from illness.

Now, Cassandra had realized that all the sheep she raised had been eaten by this sneaky man.

Luke continued happily cooking, but the couple no longer argued.

In the northern hall, Braydon Neal continued to comprehend the true intent.

In the past twenty years, he had grasped 70% of the sword intent.

However, progress became increasingly difficult.

The 10,000 banished immortals were also trying to comprehend it, but progress was extremely slow.

Braydon and Hamish Moore decided to attempt to extract the small black sword from their bodies.

Braydon had advanced to the eighth level of the ancient immortal realm over the past 20 years.  He stood beside Hamish and pointed at his head.

Bang!

Hamish’s head exploded, blood splattering everywhere.

Braydon’s mouth twitched.

“I’m fine.

The life force hidden in my body isn’t in my head.

As long as that sliver of life remains, I can summon the small sword and restore my body.” Hamish’s remnant soul said this, though his face remained grim.

Anyone watching their head explode wouldn’t feel great about it, and even level ten creatures weren’t an exception.

His head had truly exploded.

Braydon’s consciousness emitted sword intent and focused on the small black sword.

Whoosh!

The small black sword trembled slightly, and the sword intent it released began to retract.

The pressure of the sword intent suppressing Hamish’s body weakened by tenfold.

“Alright, continue.

Stay calm… don’t rush.” Hamish’s remnant soul’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Braydon dared not rush either.  If the small black sword’s power was triggered, both he and Hamish’s remnant soul would perish.

Hamish’s remnant soul nagged him to be careful, reminding Braydon that the damaged body was Hamish’s, not his.

Braydon kept a wisp of sword intent connected to the small black sword.  He had his own intentions, aiming to control it.

Hamish had instructed him to use the sword intent to draw the small black sword out of his body and guide it elsewhere.  That way, the suppression would end, and Hamish could be resurrected.

Braydon’s eyes remained fixed on the small black sword.

It was undoubtedly a supreme treasure.

A weapon more powerful than an eon artifact.

If Braydon could wield it, it could serve as a trump card in future battles, even against transcendent realm experts.

A wisp of spiritual w ill landed on the small black sword, but progress was painstakingly slow.

Fortunately, the small black sword did not reject Braydon’s power.

Braydon continued refining it, slowly and methodically.

Three days passed like this.

“What?” Hamish’s remnant soul sensed something amiss.

“You’re refining this small black sword?” he asked angrily.

“Only by refining it can your body be completely free from suppression,” Braydon lied smoothly.

Hamish wasn’t foolish—he knew the sword only needed to be drawn out.

But Braydon had his sights set on the small black sword.

Both had their own agendas.

Hamish stayed silent, accepting it.

After all, only Braydon could accomplish this.

As long as his physical body was freed from the sword’s hold, it would be fine in the end.

His sole focus was resurrection.

Over long years, Braydon refined the small black sword bit by bit.

It took three whole years.

It had been twenty-three years since Braydon entered the northern hall.

Then, one day, a terrifying sword intent burst forth.

The Qi covered 30,000 miles of the Heavenly Court ruins.

Under the sword’s energy, all living beings bowed.

Even the newly conscious transcendent body shuddered with fear.

This was the power that had scarred them for life.

Now, the small black sword had been fully refined.

It circled Braydon, emitting a joyful cry.

The small black sword exited Hamish’s body.

Hamish’s headless body radiated a terrifying pressure.

After years of suppression, life surged back into his form.

The remnant soul reentered his body.

The level ten creature had been revived.

The pressure spread throughout the Heavenly Court ruins.

Braydon, with the small sword guarding him, watched cautiously.  If Hamish made any strange moves, Braydon was ready to sever his body at any cost, even if it meant burning his own cultivation.

A revived level ten creature must not be allowed to regain full strength, or Braydon would be the one to die.

Fortunately, Hamish did nothing suspicious.

His body healed, and his head regenerated.  Smiling at Braydon, with the small sword glowing faintly, he said, “We’ve known each other for twenty-three years, and we’ve shared many drinks.

We’re friends now.

You helped me revive, and I won’t forget this favor.” Swoosh!

Two storage rings fell from his fingers and floated toward Braydon.

“They’re yours!” This simple gesture represented Hamish’s promise.

At the same time, a light glowed on his fingertip, containing his inheritance, and he handed it to Braydon.

He wasn’t lacking in what he had promised.

“Now that you’ve been revived, where will you go?” Braydon asked suddenly.

“I want to see the world.

I’ve been suppressed for countless years.

It’s time to venture out.” Hamish gazed up at the stars.  Flying up into the sky with his hands behind his back, he glanced toward the eastern hall and said, “Cassandra, you’ve been revived too.

Why haven’t you come to visit your old friend?” “Hmph, I didn’t feel like it!” Cassandra replied coldly.

Hamish’s eyes pierced through the void and landed in the main hall, where he was stunned to see a family of three.

The Cassandra he once knew was now a mother, holding a cute three-year-old girl, with a silly young man by her side.

The family of three was in Cassandra’s eastern hall.

Hamish was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

Not only was Cassandra alive, but she also had a child?

Hamish and Braydon walked toward the eastern hall.

As soon as they entered the palace.

“Luke, why are you here?” Braydon asked, surprised.

“Brother!” Luke rushed forward, holding Cassandra’s cold hand as he enthusiastically introduced her.

“Wife, this is my brother, Braydon, whom I’ve told you about.

He’s been good to me since we were young.” “You’re Braydon?

The one who keeps stealing my sheep!” Cassandra, whose memory hadn’t fully returned, spoke coldly.

Now it was Braydon’s turn to be stunned.

When had he ever stolen their sheep?

Luke quickly changed the subject.

“Daughter, this is your Uncle Braydon.

Say hello!” “Uncle Braydon!” The cute little girl with bright eyes, snuggled in her mother’s arms, sweetly called out, drinking milk from her bottle.