The Strongest War God

Chapter 2009: Reverse Operation Chapter 2009: Reverse Operation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal paused in silence.

If that were the case, he could indeed silence all three of them.

However, such an action would seem a bit heartless.

In fact, could it be that Braydon misunderstood him?

When he was young, his reputation wasn’t great.  To the aristocratic families and foreign nations, Braydon was seen as a demon—a ruthless man with blood on his hands.  To call him heartless would be an understatement.  But the people of the Northern Army knew differently: their commander valued friendship above all.

The sons of the Northern Army were not shielded by just anyone; they were protected by this big brother.  Frankly, without Braydon’s protection, he would have stood no chance against the nation’s major powers.  Many of the sons of the Northern Army had narrowly escaped assassination attempts in their youth, despite Braydon’s best efforts to shield them.  Year after year, threats came from both within and outside the country, targeting these “troublemakers” from the Northern Army.

At this moment, Loy Haber and his group had already left.

“Just in case,” Braydon said as he changed his appearance.

“Alright!” Icarus Jacome replied with equal caution, transforming himself into the form of an elderly man in his eighties.  Braydon took it a step further, turning into a 200-pound heavy-set man.  With their altered faces, no one would suspect their true identities.

And with that, this odd pair slipped into the palace depths.

Loy, with a man and a woman by his side, pressed forward as more powerful figures approached.  Eventually, Loy stopped before a young man dressed in white robes, bowing and clasping his hands in greeting.

“Third-level transcendent Loy Haber.

I have urgent information for your sect’s elder.” “What is it?” Outside the hall, two white-robed disciples frowned, their expressions cold.

“I know who killed your fellow disciples outside,” Loy said in a hushed voice.

“And I know who spread the word.” “What?” Hearing this, anger filled the two disciples’ eyes.  Originally, the Dlael Spiritual Sect had occupied this location with the intention of quietly securing its wealth.  But thanks to a few fools, their plans had been sabotaged.  The prize they had nearly claimed slipped through their fingers.

Loy was led into the hall.

“Do you know who killed a disciple of my Dlael Spiritual Sect?” asked the third elder, his tone icy.

“Senior, their names are Luke Yates and Tobey Lapras,” Loy reported.

The Third Elder frowned.

“Those names are unfamiliar.

But those who dare kill disciples of our Dlael Spiritual Sect won’t be forgiven.” “Right, right.

After killing your sect’s disciples, they were the ones who spread the news about the supreme treasure here.” Loy volunteered the information not just out of fear of being implicated but for the rewards.  Snitching without benefit was hardly worth the trouble, after all.

As expected… “What?!” The third elder’s voice rose in anger.

“Are you saying the ones who leaked the information weren’t from the Dlael Spiritual Sect but these two imposters?” “They’re trying to fish in troubled waters,” Loy nodded.

The third elder’s face darkened, clearly furious.  Tossing a storage ring to Loy, he said coldly, “This is your reward.

Take us to them, and I’ll triple the benefit!” Loy glanced inside the ring and froze.  The ring contained a full set of level three transcendent pills.

Though their quality was average, it held a hundred bottles—1,000 pills in all, each worth 100,000 gray stones.

It also held three level three eon artifacts, an even more valuable prize.

“Senior,” Loy replied without hesitation, “they may have already fled.

I can only lead you to their last known location.” In other words, if the two had disappeared, the blame couldn’t fall on him.

The third elder snorted.

“Don’t worry.

Regardless of whether we find them, you’ll receive substantial rewards.

The Dlael Spiritual Sect doesn’t lack resources.” “Thank you, Senior!” Relieved, Loy immediately led his men onward.

Meanwhile, members of the Dlael Spiritual Sect continued gathering in the area—over a thousand of them, all transcendents.  From a window of a seven-story palace, Braydon and Icarus observed the scene below, watching the Dlael Spiritual Sect disciples converge on their previous location.

“Should have killed those three pests sooner,” Icarus muttered.

“No matter.

The Dlael Spiritual Sect already knows we’re here, so we may as well give them a little more trouble,” Braydon said, a mischievous grin crossing his face.

“What are you planning?” Icarus asked, glancing over.

“What do you think of this?” Braydon’s face transformed to resemble one of the three white-robed disciples they had seen earlier.

Icarus’s eyes widened.

“As a defector from the Dlael Spiritual Sect, slipping back into your old role should be easier than it is for me,” Braydon grinned.

A chill ran down Icarus’s spine as he realized Braydon’s plan.  Braydon intended to turn the Dlael Spiritual Sect against itself.  By posing as one of their disciples and damaging their reputation, he would ultimately bring powerful enemies crashing down on them.  Braydon’s style had clearly evolved.  Away from his universe and his loyal Northern Army Cavalry, he now had to think tactically, relying more on wit than brute force.

So Braydon transformed himself into a Dlael Spiritual Sect disciple, with Icarus following suit.  They moved into action, abandoning interest in the treasure for now.

At the northeast corner of the palace complex lay a thirteen-story tower.  The barrier around it was broken, with two to three hundred lower-level transcendents gathered nearby.

The moment the door broke open, Braydon, now garbed in white, charged in, brandishing a sword.  His blade’s Qi cut through the air, targeting the door.  Fueled by fury, the experts retaliated.

“I am a direct disciple of the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

Who dares attack me?” Braydon bellowed.

The roar stunned many of the attackers, most of whom were wandering warriors without affiliations.

The Dlael Spiritual Sect?

They were guarded by a ninth-level transcendent, and they had been the first to arrive.

Most wouldn’t dare cross them.

Braydon stepped up to the doorway and declared coldly, “This place is ours.

Anyone who dares to make a move will be treated as an enemy.”