The Strongest War God

Chapter 1297: Encountering Assassination

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He orchestrated the snow eagles to traverse the expansive territory of the Zunde Royal Dynasty with the imposing presence of quasi-emperors, rounding up all the Silver-Winged Snow Eagle within the region and bending them to serve as aerial mounts.

A staggering count of 450,000 formidable Snow Eagles answered his call.

Each boasting a wingspan of twenty meters, carrying two elite soldiers from the Sanguine Army on their backs.

In the skies, the Snow Eagles glided in perfect formation, seeming to blanket the world below.

These hundreds of thousands of Snow Eagles were predominantly second-level spirit beasts, with a handful of seventh and eighth-level Silver-Winged Snow Eagles among them.

The elites charted a relentless path through the wilderness, encountering no obstacles in their wake.

It’s noteworthy that Luther Carden had deployed three armies under the Northern King’s order, including the Northern Army and the Sanguine Army, along with the Gray Wolf Army.

The Gray Wolf Army assembled from distant regions, their haunting howls echoing across the wide expanse.

Their mounts, numbering 700,000, hailed from the Howling Moon Wolf Tribe.

Wolves, known for their prolific breeding, were capable of producing offspring twice a year, with litters ranging from three to twenty pups each time.

This astonishing reproductive capacity fueled the rapid expansion of the Howling Moon Wolf Tribe.

Under the leadership of the Gray Wolf Army’s commander, Hendrix Bailey, they penetrated the 16th ruin and targeted the Howling Moon Wolf tribe, eventually amassing a force of 700,000 Howling Moon Wolves.

Distinguished by their rhinoceros-like bodies and a distinct white fur on their foreheads, the ferocious Howling Moon Wolves boasted unmatched speed, even surpassing that of the Cloud-treading Spirit Rhinoceros.

This enabled Hendrix to catch up with the Northern Army.

Together, the 700,000 Howling Moon Wolves thundered across the expansive terrain, heralding an SSS-level beast tide.

Accompanying the three armies were the paramount leaders of the Northern Army, constituting the core higher-ups of the military.

Thousands of miles away in the Zunde Royal City, Braydon Neal stood atop the Philippine Eagle with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant cityscape.

The Zunde Royal City, a metropolis housing over ten million aborigines, now brimmed with an ominous aura of impending conflict.

Riding the mighty beast emperor straight toward Zunde Royal City, Braydon’s approach was hardly subtle—how could Zunde Royal City fail to detect his presence?

Fela Yengo, too, recognized the returning figure from the Donta Imperial City as the descendant of the Divine Lord whom he had encountered previously.

However, circumstances had shifted dramatically.

With the Oracle Palace reduced to rubble, the once-oppressive boulders weighing down the various dynasties had crumbled to dust.

The Donta Imperial Dynasty now reigned supreme over the 16th ruin, and those deemed descendants of the gods were marked for elimination.

In the Zunde Capital City, Lord Fela commanded the skies, flanked by the dynasty’s elite combat forces.

Imperial Lord Kyan Yengo, an emperor, stood behind him, accompanied by twelve civil officials and eight inspectors, each a formidable emperor in their own right.

Additionally, 36 quasi-emperors stood in formation within the royal city, awaiting the inevitable arrival of their target—Braydon.

Unbeknownst to Braydon, he was walking into a deadly trap.

The Donta Imperial Dynasty had issued a death warrant, intent on preventing the Divine Lord’s descendant from regaining foothold.

His return posed an intolerable risk—they could not allow the tiger to return to the mountain.

Despite the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s earlier reluctance to eliminate him, fearing repercussions from Braydon’s ties to the Ancestral Land, and his prior confinement in the Frost Prison under their control, Braydon’s escape had changed the situation entirely.

How could individuals like Kyan allow the tiger to return to the mountain?

It would be inviting nothing but trouble.

Standing proudly in the sky, Royal Lord Fela scanned the horizon with a solemn expression.

“He’s arrived,” he declared, as the massive Philippine Eagle emitted a deafening cry, sensing imminent danger.

Ahead, a multitude of emperors blocked Braydon’s path.

Yet, he remained composed, gently stroking the Philippine Eagle’s head.

“Whatever comes, will come. The Donta Imperial Dynasty won’t let me return peacefully. It’s only natural for them to attempt my demise here,” he remarked gratefully to the eagle. “Thank you for your protection thus far. I’ll continue alone. Return and guard Sariyah.”

Reluctant to part ways, the Philippine Eagle emitted another fierce cry, seemingly intent on assisting Braydon further.

However, he declined, unwilling to endanger it.

As the eagle departed to safeguard Sariyah Johannes, Braydon urged, “Let’s proceed.”

Observing Braydon’s approach, Fela addressed him loudly, “Young Divine Lord, it’s been two years. How have you fared?”

With a black spear materializing in his hand, Braydon stepped forward, brandishing the high-grade emperor-level weapon, Black Feather Spear.

“21 emperors and 36 quasi-emperors,” he remarked, sizing up his opponents.

“If this lineup had appeared three years ago, it might have posed a threat to the Northern Army.”

“Two years ago, I recall that the Young Divine Lord was still a pinnacle-level martial artist who had yet to enter the supreme pinnacle realm. Do you wish to challenge me now?” Fela asked softly.

“Surrender to the Zunde Royal Dynasty and you may live!” Inspector Lyapo Dubazane interjected, seemingly forgetting the warning he had received from Gideon Zavala.

However, Gideon was conspicuously absent today.

It appeared that Qi Gai’s intervention was contingent on Braydon’s strength.

Braydon had even slain a seventh-level emperor in the Frost Prison with a single spear.

His full combat prowess had yet to be unleashed.

With such strength, why would Gideon interfere?

Braydon glanced at Lyapo and spoke softly, “Do you all want to come at me together or one by one? I’m eager to return to my homeland. I have no time to waste here.”

His casual words showed his indifference.

Fela frowned as he became vigilant.

After all, Braydon was a descendant of the Divine Lord, whose influence had endured for millennia.

It would likely take generations to diminish this influence, and the older generation still harbored a deep-seated fear of martial artists.

Fela’s expression became guarded as he responded, “Surrender to the Zunde Royal Dynasty. I can offer you anything the outside world can. If not, the dynasty will provide it.”

With a swift movement, Braydon thrust his spear forward like a bolt of lightning, leaving no room for further negotiation.

There was no need for words; asking Braydon to surrender to outsiders was simply wishful thinking.

How could the son of Hansworth, bearing the fate of his nation, become a lackey of outsiders?

Unbeknownst to Fela, his words had provoked Braydon’s determination.

As his body radiated white light, his speed surged, and a hundred-meter-long mental imperial path materialized behind him.

With a swift strike, his spear pierced Lyapo’s chest, slicing through his spiritual aperture and ending his life in an instant.

The sudden attack left everyone stunned, realizing they faced not a mere martial artist but an emperor.

Fela’s confidence wavered as he hadn’t anticipated an immediate fatality.

“Braydon, you’re making a grave mistake!” he snarled, his expression turning sinister. “Attack! I don’t care if he lives or dies!” he ordered brazenly, determined to crush Braydon regardless of the cost.