The Strongest War God

Chapter 1986: Coming Out of Seclusion Chapter 1986: Coming Out of Seclusion Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The mysterious figure was like a sword, and the sword was like a god.

Under the might of the sword, it suppressed the power of 10,000 streaks.

Even the power of transcendence was completely suppressed and vanished.

No wonder this small sword could suppress Gadin Jennings’s body.

Even though Gadin had surpassed level ten and still had a strong power of transcendence within him, that power was nothing in front of the small sword.

“The last sword contains the sword seed.

If you can refine it and make it yours, you can inherit my legacy,” the mysterious man’s voice echoed and then disappeared.

As for Gadin, he didn’t seem to care.

With the small sword protecting him, Gadin couldn’t stir up any trouble.  Even though the suppression of his broken body was lifted, he still couldn’t harm Braydon Neal.

Braydon sealed himself within the eighth sword space, sitting cross-legged.  Thousands of banished immortals surrounded him, their eyes closed, as they comprehended the sword together and nurtured the sword seed.

It was no easy task.

Outside, Gadin’s remnant soul wore a gloomy expression, not daring to attack Braydon recklessly.

The reason was simple: eight small black swords surrounded Braydon, and triggering any one of them would set off a chain reaction.  Gadin’s remnant soul wouldn’t survive.

For 8,000 years, the universe outside had undergone tremendous changes.

Luther Carden had controlled the situation in the universe.  Since the war began, the Northern Army had roared across the universe for over 9,000 years, and the four races had conquered tens of thousands of stellar realms.

Now, the Northern Army had 8 million cavalrymen and fourteen peak legions, with more than 1.4 million peak-level warriors.  Their terrifying strength had long made the myriad races tremble.

The influence of the human race now spread throughout the entire universe.

At the human headquarters on Stellar Realm 001, in the highest hall of the human race, Luther sat at the head of the table, dressed in blood-red clothing with a feminine expression.  His left hand rested on half of his face as he closed his eyes.  More than a thousand people bustled inside and outside the hall, entering and leaving constantly.

Battle reports arrived every second.

“Second Master, urgent report from the 13th legion,” Lucian Cross said as he entered and bowed.

“Read!” Luther opened his eyes.

The 13th legion was led by a reckless commander, known as the most unruly in the Northern Army.  From the lieutenant commander down to the ordinary members, they were all undisciplined.  If it wasn’t a big issue, they wouldn’t report it.  For minor matters, they would usually act first and report later.  So, if they were reporting now, it had to be significant.

“Son of Heaven Yates said, damn…” After reading the letter, Lucian hesitated.

“Just read it out loud.

It’s fine,” Luther smiled.

“Damn cripple, I’ve led my troops to pursue 300 stellar realms.

The saint race’s crimson phoenix tribe has been exterminated.

Hurry and mobilize human cultivators to occupy the territory…” This sentence could only come from that reckless lieutenant commander.

In the Northern Army, few dared to address Luther like that.

A smile appeared on Luther’s face.

“Luke’s 13th legion is really fearless.

They used their strength alone to tear through 8,000 stellar realms of the saint race and pacify all their armies.

He’s contributed greatly.” “He wants to divide the land and crown himself a king,” Lucian muttered darkly.

Everyone knew what Luke was aiming for.

He had led the 13th legion into the saint race territory ever since the war between the super races began, fighting for thousands of years.

His goal was to take over the saint race’s territory, which, despite being the smallest of the five super races, still had 8,000 stellar realms.  If he gained control over them, he’d essentially be a regional conquerer.

Lucian continued, “He also passed on the military commander’s orders, declaring that his brother said as long as he conquered the territory, it would be under his control.” “The saint race has 8,000 stellar realms.

Even ten legions wouldn’t be able to swallow them all,” Luther said, unconcerned.

“How’s the battle with the demon race?” “The 24,000 stellar realms of the demon race have been wiped out by Deputy Commander Abbot, Deputy Commander Jadanza, and Deputy Commander Shaw.

Over 90% of their territory is still under our control,” Lucian reported.

The demon race, with the largest territory among the super races, had suffered immense losses.  After thousands of years of war, their living space had been compressed to the extreme, and most of their tribes had been wiped out.

This war had swept across all the races.  Tribes that submitted to the human race survived, while those that resisted were exterminated.  With 1.4 million peak warriors, no one could withstand the cold blade of the Northern Army.

The remnants of the Ancient Heaven Realm, Ancient Demon Realm, and Ancient Path Realm didn’t dare interfere.

Who would risk such karma?  To cross the Northern Army was to face Braydon, and in this universe, few dared to oppose the Northern King.

Wherever the Northern Army Cavalry rode, all races submitted in fear.

Meanwhile, on the Path to Heaven, after 10,000 years, more than 90% of the transcendence inheritances had been taken by the Northern Army.  Only a few had made it to the ruins of the Heavenly Court.

In the year 9989 since Braydon entered the Heavenly Court ruins, a sandstorm rose, and black winds raged as night fell.  Detached bodies danced like demons.

In the dark night, a white-robed youth stood alone.  Behind him was a broken body that had recovered, preparing to leave together.

The youth was Braydon, and the broken body was Gadin.

“The chance to possess me was at our first meeting,” Braydon warned.

Gadin snorted coldly, “This universe nurtures all races.

You’re not the only genius.” Braydon’s eyes narrowed.

“I’ll draw a red line.

If you dare to possess a human disciple, you’ll die.” The surrounding sandstorm couldn’t touch him, and his words were a clear warning.

Gadin’s goal was an innate body, far superior to Braydon’s human form.  Both were on guard—Braydon wary of a sudden attack, Gadin cautious of the small sword’s power.

Not long ago, they nearly fought.  Gadin, realizing the situation, retreated.  He knew that if he went mad, he’d be a threat to Braydon, but little did he know, the nine small black swords carried a trace of a mysterious creature’s mark.

If Gadin dared to act, he’d die.

He couldn’t touch the one chosen by the mysterious creature.

After thousands of years in the eighth sword space, Braydon had successfully formed his sword heart and understood the terrifying nature of the mysterious creature’s legacy.  It was no small matter—only those who reached beyond the tenth level could hope to inherit it.