The Strongest War God

Chapter 2028: Golden Coffin Chapter 2028: Golden Coffin Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation No matter how strong the new fetus was, it would still be affected.

Because of this, the forbidden technique was always considered a demonic technique.

Little did he know that his cultivation had reached such heights.

Moreover, there was a level eleven existence lying in the golden coffin.

He had to have a way to prevent the new fetus from becoming an evil being.

Kreig Jordahl spoke slowly, “I came to disturb Lord Lennon Jury because I felt that the time had come.

It’s time for me to be born, so I came to bid you farewell.” “With your talent, though you didn’t explore many paths back then, your achievements weren’t necessarily inferior to mine.

No need to be so polite.

You’re cultivating outside.

If you ever encounter trouble, come find me.

No one else remains in the saint region.” The young child’s voice was filled with emotion.

He had stayed silent until now, clinging to an ignoble existence, not daring to release any aura.

He feared that the mysterious and terrifying figure would attack again, destroying his new fetus.

However, Kreig’s appearance brought him some relief.

If things continued this way, he should be safe once he was born.

As Kreig spoke, he looked at Braydon Neal.

“This is my brother, Braydon Neal.

He’s been with Lord Gadin Jennings for a long time and has something to say to you.” “Gadin?

That old man is still alive?” The young child was curious.  Majestic spiritual power surrounded Braydon, eager to see what kind of person this was—someone who knew Gadin and was introduced by Kreig.

Braydon chuckled, revealing an item in his left hand: a three-foot-long black sword.

Swoosh!

Inside the golden coffin, something moved violently, as if seeing a ghost.  It quickly withdrew its spiritual power and screamed, “Heart-killing Sword!

How is this possible?

Who are you?” The child’s scream made Icarus Jacome pale.  He covered his ears, squatting in pain.

Kreig’s face also turned slightly pale.

Braydon’s lips were bleeding, his gaze icy.  This old monster was indeed terrifying.

Even after death, his power remained immense.

“Just a nobody,” Braydon said softly.

Kreig’s mouth twitched as he glanced at his brother, wondering if he misunderstood what “nobody” meant.

Kreig added, “Lord Lennon, he…” “No need to say more.” From within the golden coffin, the child’s voice grew cold.

“The Heart-killing Sword can only be found in one place.

I never expected that such a being would take on disciples!” There was a hint of killing intent in his tone.

The one behind Braydon was the reason for his miserable state.

Now, that person’s successor had arrived.

How could Lennon not feel killing intent?

Though he wanted to kill, he dared not act.

It was enough just to survive.

Attempting to kill again would provoke such an existence—surely courting death.

“I’m here for nothing else but your cultivation,” Braydon said softly, holding the black sword.

“Hmph!” The child snorted coldly.

“Greed knows no end.

The legacy of that existence is enough for you to comprehend for a lifetime.

My path isn’t even on his level.

What use could it be to you?” “Ten thousand techniques and paths—there’s value in watching and learning more.” Braydon was unwavering.

He came here to gain something.

A path technique at the eleventh level surely had value.

So Braydon intended to borrow it.

If it wasn’t given freely, he’d find a way to take it.

The Heart-killing Sword in his hand was no mere decoration.

Moreover, there was also a small black sword inside the golden coffin—more than one, in fact.

If Braydon activated the small sword, its fierce energy would destroy the coffin and corpse, even wiping out the nascent soul.

This was why Braydon dared to come here.

Lennon surely did not want to die.

He had long lost the courage to risk everything and the resolve to die together.

Thus, Braydon held the advantage in this negotiation.

“You came here to ask for my path not only because of the Heart-killing Sword, right?” The child’s voice sounded again.

“You’re trapped here, your nascent soul bound by the black sword.

I’ll help you escape if you give me your cultivation technique.

How about it?” Braydon laid out his conditions.

“Alright!” the golden coffin replied after a brief silence.

Swoosh!

The coffin lid flew off, releasing an intense transcendent energy.

A man, as plump as jade, lay inside.

He appeared around 27 or 28, with a purple-gold crown, purple boots, and luxurious robes.  He lay there quietly, a small black sword embedded between his brows.

The sword held the corpse in check.

Just like Gadin.

Braydon recognized it immediately—it was the work of that individual.

Suppressed, not killed.

What did it mean?

Braydon frowned slightly, sensing there was more to this.

With that person’s power, if he wanted these people dead, he’d leave them no chance to survive.

Thus, Braydon deduced there was a deeper motive.

But it was irrelevant to him.

Inside the coffin, the corpse’s abdomen swelled slightly as the baby was born.

It absorbed the corpse’s power and life essence, but Braydon merely glanced at it.

Kreig, on the other hand, was shocked.

There wasn’t just one nascent soul corpse—there were two!

Braydon’s eyes lit up.

“One is pure and flawless, the other utterly evil.

An impressive move!” “Enough talk.

Let’s start.” Lennon didn’t want anyone prying into his secrets.

One of the nascent souls had absorbed his pure cultivation power while alive.  It was flawless, untouched by any taint.  The other absorbed the corpse’s brutal killing intent and the sword intent of the Heart-killing Sword.

It had taken in all the negative emotions.

“Hand over the technique you’re cultivating first,” Braydon said calmly.

“Remove this Heart-killing Sword, and I’ll give it to you,” replied Lennon’s youthful voice, laced with malice.

“If I free you, is our deal still on?” Braydon sneered.

That vile corpse fetus was far from harmless.

Promises meant little.

“What if you leave me trapped here after taking what you want?” the evil child questioned sharply.

“You don’t have a choice.” Braydon chuckled, his gaze fixed on the small sword in the corpse’s brow.

Weng!

The small black sword quivered as if sensing something.

“Ah!” “Stop!” The child’s shrill cry echoed through the hall, filled with boundless resentment.

Braydon withdrew his mental power, severing the connection to the small sword.

Finally, the small sword quieted.

The trembling corpse gradually settled.

“Here you go!” a gentle, youthful voice said.

The voice came from the pure, flawless infant.

A white light shot out, entering Braydon’s brow.

Braydon remained cautious.

In his consciousness, eight small black swords stood ready.

If the white light caused any trouble, the eight swords would shred it instantly.

Yet Lennon dared not attempt any tricks.

Angering Braydon would trap him forever and even endanger his life.