The Strongest War God

Chapter 2027: Not Completely Dead Chapter 2027: Not Completely Dead Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation There was no shortage of level nine transcendents.

Nearly a thousand of them were present.

More people continued to gather in the area.  Naturally, some level eight and seven transcendents chose to leave.  They all understood that getting involved in this matter would be unwise.

Once chaos erupted, even a level nine could fall.

Let alone those at level eight and seven.

Getting involved here was courting death.

“I have you following me!” Braydon Neal said calmly.

His words revealed that he needed Kreig Jordahl’s help.

Kreig smiled.

“Then let’s go.

This lord has been alone here for many years.

I can go in and see him.” After reincarnating, Kreig held little regard for Gadin Jennings and the former master of the saint region.  In this life, everyone had re-cultivated.

Had Kreig not been involved in two paths and thus refrained from engaging in others, he would have long surpassed level ten.

His bearing was no less than that of a general.

With his re-cultivation in this life, Kreig was determined not to be weaker than anyone.

As they spoke, the three were already approaching.

“What?!” A domineering level seven transcendent who had just arrived turned around, laughing angrily.

“There really are people who aren’t afraid of death in this world!” Swoosh!

All the high-level beings looked over at once.

Everyone was stunned.

These three were all low-level beings.

There was also Braydon.  Though he possessed a treasure to conceal his aura, many peak level nine existences were present, and they could discern Braydon’s strength at a glance, noticing another who had entered the transcendent realm.  It was as if they had discovered a rare gem.  Their expressions turned playful.

“Sir, we are here to broaden our horizons.” Icarus Jacome, flustered by the attention of so many high-level transcendents, bowed, cupping his hands.

Braydon and Kreig looked at each other disdainfully.

For them, bowing to a level seven transcendent was worse than death.

Their strength of character remained intact.

The level seven being sneered at Icarus’s humility.

“Get lost.

Why don’t you check your cultivation?

How dare ants covet treasure?

Are you seeking death?” “The treasures of this world belong to those with fate,” Kreig replied indifferently.

“What?” The level seven transcendent’s expression darkened.

“Strength is part of fate!” Swoosh!

He attacked instantly, displeased with Kreig’s attitude.

Some high-level transcendents frowned, feeling it was beneath their dignity to attack low-level beings like these three.

To them, these three were mere bystanders.  Even they couldn’t enter this place—could it be that three low-level fellows would succeed?

Kreig didn’t back down.  Facing the level seven’s assault, he raised his hand, producing an object from his palm: an oval, egg-sized black pearl, radiating a faint purple glow.

Upon seeing it, an old level nine’s pupils contracted.

“That’s…

a Five-clawed Black Dragon Pearl?” “What?” A few of the elder figures were visibly tempted.

In the next instant.

“Everyone, let’s go!” Kreig said softly.

With that, he crushed the black dragon pearl in his hand.

A bolt of purple lightning erupted from it, surpassing transcendent power.

This was violet lightning—the power of transcendence.

The lightning instantly turned the sky a deep purple.

The level seven being, directly in its path, was struck.

He was obliterated, his soul completely annihilated.

He had fallen entirely!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Those who recognized the dragon pearl had fled a moment earlier.

The other high-level beings scattered in panic.

Those a step too slow were wiped out by the black dragon pearl.

Kreig’s three-meter radius was a safe zone, with Icarus and Braydon within.

“What is this?” Icarus was speechless.

Braydon looked at Kreig intently, saying, “A dragon pearl from a level ten black dragon.

It holds life essence and the path of transcendence.

If a level ten took this attack directly, even if they survived, they’d be gravely wounded, needing a million years to recover.” No one below level ten could withstand such an attack.

The area around them was completely annihilated.

“Let’s go,” Kreig said calmly, as if he had done nothing unusual.

Curiously, the broken palace remained undamaged by the purple lightning, protected by a powerful force.

Kreig looked around, leading Braydon and Icarus to the collapsed hall.  They approached the shadows, facing the dusty ancient door, and bowed.

“Kreig Jordahl requests to see Lord Lennon Jury!” After a brief silence.

Crack!

The hall door opened slightly, allowing just one person at a time.

One by one, Braydon and the others entered, and the door shut behind them.

The fleeing high-level transcendents were stunned.

They didn’t understand.

These three had entered with just a bow?

As the purple lightning faded, a transcendent approached the door, bowing.

“Open the door?” The door remained shut, with no response.

Undeterred, the other transcendents took turns bowing.

But all attempts were in vain.

Kreig was from the saint region, which gave him the privilege to seek an audience with Lennon Jury.

But for the others, who were they?

They dared to come here and make a scene.

The transcendents didn’t understand many things, including how Kreig possessed the Five-clawed Black Dragon Pearl.  Hundreds of high-level transcendents had perished, leaving not even a trace.

In the palace adorned with intricate carvings and murals, thousands of corpses lay on the ground, killed instantly.  Despite the passing of countless years, their bodies were intact, evidence of their formidable power in life.

At the topmost step of the hall was a golden coffin.

From within, there was the faint, powerful sound of a heartbeat.

Each beat struck Braydon with pain.  Icarus turned pale, coughing blood as he backed up against the door, a strong urge to flee overtaking him.

“Lord Lennon Jury!” Kreig’s expression remained composed.

A childlike voice, dignified yet ancient, echoed from within the coffin.

“Gregory… Imhof… I am not surprised you’ve managed to survive.” The voice carried both the dignity of an elder and an unsettling hint of malice, which Braydon could sense.

The old corpse had a new fetus within.

It absorbed all the power of the old body, carrying its evil aura and deadly intent.