The Strongest War God

Chapter 1984: Gadin Jennings’ Fear Chapter 1984: Gadin Jennings’ Fear Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation How could they stop just because they wanted to?

Besides, Luther Carden would never agree to it.

What he desired, none of the four races could give him.

All of it was their territory.

Could the various super races hand it over?

Of course not.

In the end, he still had to act.

Luther was seated in a small courtyard pavilion, playing chess with Syrus Yanagi.

As they played, Syrus, clearly no match for Luther, spoke softly, “The four races want to settle this through negotiation.

What do you plan to do?” “Ignore them,” Luther responded, placing a white stone on the board.

“Big brother has done everything for us.

He’s created a million peak level warriors.

If we still can’t wipe out the demon race, I won’t be able to explain myself when big brother comes out of seclusion.” “True.

He wants all the territories in the universe,” Syrus shrugged helplessly.

The sons of the Northern Army knew this big brother well.

Not to mention the grudges from his previous life.

In this life alone, Braydon Neal had been plotting for years.  Now that it was time to pull in the net, he wouldn’t allow anyone to show mercy, especially not Luther.

If Luther hesitated and gave the four races a chance to recover, Braydon would definitely be furious when he emerged from seclusion.

Moreover, Luther was known for his ruthless methods and was anything but soft-hearted.

Since he had acted, it was to the extreme.

Luther raised her hand and placed another piece on the board.

“There is no such thing as good or evil in a race war.” Syrus rolled his eyes.

In a war between races, there was no longer any distinction between good and evil, no conscience, and no care for moral differences.

“You’ve lost,” Luther stood up, smiling.

“I have.” Syrus, now holding a black spear, looked into the distance.

“The war has already begun.

When do you plan to use the remaining four legions?” “Wait a few more days,” Luther said, still following his own strategy.

In battle, it was unwise to reveal all your trump cards at once.

When the various races experienced despair, they would fight with everything they had, trying to stop the human army.  Two days later, Luther would mobilize the four armies.

This would completely crush the fighting spirit of the various races, leaving them in despair.

With this, the resistance from the human forces guarding different stellar realms would significantly weaken.

The sons of the Northern Army were all expert fighters.

The five lords of the past had already participated in the battle.

Colton Jansky and the others had long since fought their way into the demon region.  The blood feud of their previous lives had to be settled with blood.

The war between super races was shaking the universe.

The conflict affected the entire cosmos.

On the third day of the battle, Luther dragged the innate race into the fray, redirecting the fight toward the saint race.

The flames of war spread throughout the universe.

Only Braydon, who remained in the ruins of the Heavenly Court, was unaware of the chaos outside.

And yet, he had no reason to worry.

If Luke and the others were in danger, they would naturally summon back his true form from the Cosmos Ancient Palace.

Additionally, Heather Sage wouldn’t let them die.

Everyone knew that all the sons of the Northern Army had fallen.

Even Heather couldn’t guarantee that she could persuade the now-insane Braydon.  Who knew what madness he would unleash?

In the past, seven of the eight great cosmoses had already fallen.

If they provoked Braydon, he likely wouldn’t hesitate to destroy the last one.

In the ruined hall, Braydon stood in front of a golden throne, hands behind his back, trying to comprehend the sixth sword.

Every time he drew his sword, it carried terrifying power.

Over this long stretch of time, Braydon’s cultivation had also advanced.

He hadn’t intentionally cultivated, yet his level rose from the first to the fourth level of the immortal supreme realm.

It took him 50 years to reduce the time between drawing his sword to once a day.

He now drew his sword every day.

In truth, he swung it ten thousand times a day.

With the assistance of 10,000 banished immortals, Braydon was like a man with ten thousand helpers.

His comprehension ability soared to a frightening level.

Even with these advantages, cultivation still took an immense amount of time.

This demonstrated how challenging it was to grasp the sword essence.

Braydon didn’t dare stop.

Though 10,000 years seemed long, he had only mastered the sixth sword.

But two swords remained.

If he encountered a bottleneck later, it wouldn’t be surprising if he spent 100,000 years mastering a single sword, ultimately to kill Braydon with just a single stroke.

Even now, Braydon didn’t allow himself to rest.

For the sixth sword, he could only keep pushing forward.

There were no shortcuts.

Braydon wandered through the boundless universe, following behind a blurry figure, gradually losing track of time.  With each step, his urge to draw his sword grew.

From drawing his sword once a day, it shortened to once every twenty hours.

Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen hours…down to ten hours.

During this time, Braydon swung his sword countless times, almost instinctively.

His sword intent matured, and he drew without hesitation.

Each strike was precise, but over time, the sword lost its sharpness, becoming an ordinary blade.

When it was drawn, silence fell.

Swoosh!

The blurry figure turned toward Braydon and, sensing something, raised its sword to strike.

Braydon awakened and clashed swords with the figure.

Braydon was defeated, and his consciousness dissipated.

A moment later, it reformed.

Braydon exhaled a breath of turbid air and continued, drawing his sword again without a pause.

The time between strikes had now shortened to less than an hour.

His progress was astonishing!

The blurry figure watching from afar noted Braydon’s rapid improvement and muttered, “I thought this test would hold him for 3,000 years.

I didn’t expect…” No more needed to be said.

He entered the space of the sixth small sword, facing Braydon.

In just 200 years, Braydon had mastered the sword to this level.

As expected, within three hundred years, Braydon would perfect this sword.

Within 10,000 years, Braydon would certainly have a chance to comprehend all eight sword intents.

At that point, he would gain the mysterious creature’s inheritance.

Everything was going as planned.

Braydon had forgotten about time.

291 years into mastering the sixth sword, Braydon stood alone in the dark universe, battling the blurry figure.  His right hand gripped the scabbard, and his left hand held the hilt.

The sword slashed out, and the world crumbled.

Both wielded the same technique.

They drew, sheathed, and drew again…all within a single breath.

In an instant, they exchanged over a hundred blows.

Braydon felt as though he had just awoken from a dream, shouting into the void, “Draw your sword!” Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

The 10,000 banished immortals instantly synchronized with their true forms.

Each one had endured centuries and swung their swords countless times.

All at once, they drew their blades.

In the blink of an eye, the blurry figure was enveloped by an ordinary sword strike and submerged.

This trial was cleared!

Braydon’s consciousness returned to his body.

Six of the seven small swords circling Gadin Jennings’s body seemed to welcome Braydon, as if eager to embrace him.

“Another one?” Gadin’s remnant soul exclaimed.

“Of course,” Braydon smiled.