The Strongest War God - Chapter 1244
Chapter 1244: Protect Hansworth and Expand Its Territory
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A suffocating mental pressure gripped Lyapo Dubazane.
The inspector of the Zunde Royal Dynasty was undeniably a top emperor, but in this moment, he found himself immobilized.
“Quasi-divine!” Lyapo couldn’t budge.
A living quasi-divine, whose figure was once likened to the will of the First Emperor, had emerged.
This living quasi-divine matched the peak of the First Emperor’s existence.
“Return to Zunde! Do not approach him!”
The black-robed man’s voice was low and hoarse.
“Please enlighten me, Senior!” Inspector Lyapo bowed deeply.
“The martial arts banished immortal has reappeared in the mortal world,” the black-robed man declared coldly. “The descendant of the Divine Lord shall be protected by the Ancestral Land!”
“Are you from the Ancestral Land?” Lyapo, an emperor of high standing, knelt down on both knees, a direct and humble gesture.
The black-robed man remained impassive.
“The person you seek is the Divine Lord’s descendant. Return to Zunde. If you dare to harm him again, even the Donta Imperial Dynasty will face ruin, let alone Zunde!”
“Yes, sir!” Fear filled Lyapo’s eyes.
The person before him held immense importance in the Ancestral Land—an entity dreaded by the Oracle Palace in the various ruins.
The ancestral land, constructed by the Divine Lord, was the seat of unimaginable power.
Thousands of years ago, the Divine Lord’s subordinates built the Oracle Palace in the ruins, establishing order.
This longstanding reverence for the Ancestral Land extended even to the subordinates of the Oracle Palace, including the inspectors of the Zunde Royal Dynasty.
In a flash, the black-robed man disappeared.
In just a few seconds, he had reached the outskirts of Machusa, removing the black hat that concealed his head.
If Braydon Neal were here, he would undoubtedly be astounded.
This person bore an uncanny resemblance to Old Devil Yanagi, almost like the teacher of the Northern Army sons.
Yet, there was a crucial difference—he possessed the Heavenly Mountain and was notorious for being a ruthless figure capable of dominating the entire sky.
This enigmatic character was none other than Finley Yanagi’s younger brother, who had left Heavenly Mountain and arrived here.
Braydon had encountered him previously; Gideon Zavala had nearly stolen Braydon’s Great Hansworth Seal.
Unexpectedly, Gideon had ventured to the South Pole and entered the 16th ruin.
It seemed he was no stranger to exploring such ruins, marking this as not his first visit.
He was a quasi-divine!
No wonder they held a nonchalant demeanor in the Heavenly Mountain, seemingly indifferent to the seven Holiness.
Cultivation-wise, Gideon was no weaker than the First Emperor at his peak.
Quasi-divines were exceptionally rare globally.
Hansworth had a millennia-long history and formidable foundation, incomparable to the hundred nations beyond its borders.
Hansworth, being the birthplace of the world’s martial arts, harbored individuals like Gideon who, shrouded in secrecy, could conceal their strength until they chose to reveal it.
Outside Machusa, a girl with a veiled face exuded a cold temperament, her eyes seemingly devoid of emotion—Heavenly Mountain’s Holiness Frosty, Braydon’s elder sister.
Surprisingly, she had departed Heavenly Mountain and ventured into the 16th ruin.
“Let’s go, it’s time to go back!” Frosty, who had spent a considerable time in the 16th ruin, declared.
“Let’s return to Heavenly Mountain then,” Gideon responded calmly. “I just went to settle some small matters.”
“Is it Little Seven?” Frosty asked softly.
“He’s in the ruins,” Gideon nodded. “You can take a look on the way.”
“I have to return to Heavenly Mountain before dark.”
Frosty maintained her usual cold demeanor.
It wasn’t that she didn’t wish to see Braydon, but she had important matters to attend to in the ruins.
Both she and Gideon had entered to retrieve something urgently needed by the Sovereign Lord, something that couldn’t be delayed any longer.
Gideon, shrouded in mystery on Heavenly Mountain, remained silent.
Frosty seemed oblivious to his strength or identity.
Questions about where he came from or his purpose on Heavenly Mountain lingered, and aside from the Sovereign Lord, no one comprehended Gideon.
Despite the passing years, Frosty and the others refrained from probing, leaving the mystery intact.
The two of them departed quietly.
Inspector Lyapo wiped cold sweat from his temples as he mounted a ninth-level spirit beast—a Golden-Winged Roc.
With its wings capable of covering the sky and sun, and a flying speed of up to 1,000 meters per second, this spirit beast served as Lyapo’s reliable mount.
The great roc spread its wings, sweeping across 10,000 miles.
Rarely did a ninth-level spirit beast obstruct its path, as even such creatures refrained from provoking the Golden-Winged Roc.
“The descendant of the Divine Lord has appeared,” Lyapo murmured. “The experts of the Ancestral Land are protecting him. I have to go back and report this to the Oracle Palace.”
The situation in Jaa’ku had surpassed Lyapo’s expectations.
Even the Zunde Royal Dynasty dared not interfere.
In the 16th ruin, the only imperial dynasty, the Donta Imperial Dynasty, didn’t dare intervene either.
A descendant of a Divine Lord from the Ancestral Land commanded such reverence that even the Divine Priests of the Oracle Palace bowed their heads and became subservient.
No one dared to interfere.
Meanwhile, in Jaa’ku, after three months, the Northern King once again convened the highest military meeting of the Northern Army.
This time, it was a war council.
All hundred regimental commanders had convened, and each had reached the pinnacle realm, with everyone stepping into the high-level pinnacle realm.
In the Northern Army, Braydon could elevate those who had entered the pinnacle realm to the high-level pinnacle realm within a day using a simple method—swallowing a transcendent-grade spirit pill, equivalent to absorbing 10,000 Na of vitality.
In the conference room, Tanner Lynn called out, “Everyone, stand up!”
As the hundred regimental commanders rose, it signaled Braydon’s arrival.
“Sit!” Braydon arrived and spoke softly, “Luther has briefed me on the situation in Jaa’ku. The city is on the verge of collapse, but our pace of improvement in the Northern Army must not slow down.”
“Commander, do you plan to declare war on Machusa?” Tanner’s face exuded a belligerent look.
“Expanding our territory is our duty!” replied Cole Colbie calmly.
“When we were young, we first entered the Northern Army, then the Military Department where we were given the title of General. We pledged to protect Hansworth’s border for the first half of our lives and expand its territory for the second half.”
“Commander, the second legion is willing to be the vanguard and attack Machusa!” A general spoke up.
…
The Northern Army generals were all young, formidable fighters.
Tanner retorted, “Nonsense! If there’s a battle, the first legion will always be the main attacker. The second legion will handle the flanks.”
“Enough arguing. The first legion will attack!”
Luther Carden intervened, causing the hundred regimental commanders to fall silent.
Despite their respect for the commander, they feared Luther, the ruthless head of the Northern Army’s most significant hidden agents.
Braydon, seated at the head of the table, spoke softly, “The Northern Army lacks experience in city attacks and territorial conquests. We’ve been defending the borders, but now we’re going to be on the offensive.”
“Let me outline the battle plan. Jaa’ku will retain three legions to prevent us from withdrawing a large number of troops, potentially sparking a revolt among the martial artists. Deputy Commander Jadanza will be in charge of Jaa’ku.” Yuri Qualls explained.
