The Strongest War God - Chapter 1315

Chapter 1315: I’ll Take You Home

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The martial arts banished immortal, renowned for his prowess, wielded ultimate thunder in his left hand and ultimate wind in his right—a deadly combination capable of vanquishing gods and deities alike.

When an emperor attained mastery over these ultimate powers, they would ascend to the extreme emperor path, enabling them to challenge even divine-level adversaries.

Such power, however, was perilous, feared even by divine-level characters.

With a relentless onslaught, the martial arts banished immortal subdued Levar Yengo and the three royal lords, showcasing its formidable might.

The ancient martial arts banished immortal was even more formidable.

As it pressed forward, 3,000 imperial paths materialized behind it, amplifying its strength to rival that of a divine-level entity.

Half the ruins’ heavenly power seemed at its beck and call, further augmented by the infusion of the 3,000 paths’ might.

Moments prior, the ancient martial arts banished immortal shattered the divine pill of quasi-divine Berko Yengo with a single punch—an act of terrifying power that reverberated throughout his being.

Undeterred, the ancient martial arts banished immortal struck again, targeting Berko once more.

Berko, already grievously wounded, recognized the dread embodied by the ancient martial arts banished immortal, the embodiment of the human emperor path.

With a desperate resolve, he turned and fled, his speed remarkable even in his weakened state.

Meanwhile, Braydon Neal’s attention shifted.

With a subtle gesture, he summoned forth a formidable weapon—the God Slaying Bow.

In an instant, he drew back the bowstring, a golden arrow materializing between his fingers like the crescent moon.

With the appearance of the bow and arrow came a collective gasp from the aboriginal emperors, their terror palpable.

“God Slaying Bow!”

The utterance sent shivers down their spines.

In a swift motion, the bowstring thrummed, propelling the golden arrow forward.

It traversed the expanse, piercing through the very fabric of heaven and earth.

In the distance, Berko sensed a chilling presence creeping up from behind.

Startled and incensed, he whirled around, unleashing a torrent of True Yuan energy.

His blood-colored true essence barrier seemed impenetrable, but the origin of the God Slaying Bow could not be overlooked—it was crafted by none other than Divine Lord Jordan Neal himself, specifically designed to counter adversaries like Berko.

The golden arrow effortlessly breached the true essence barrier, piercing through Berko’s chest and striking the divine pill within.

The already fractured pill shattered into fragments, unleashing a magnificent surge of power—a blood-red pillar of light shooting 10,000 meters into the sky.

Berko’s cultivation dispersed, his quasi-divine status evaporating as the golden arrow absorbed the entirety of his power before returning to its origin.

With a single strike, a quasi-divine fell, Braydon’s arrow sealing his fate.

The aborigine martial artists stood in shock, witnessing the demise of the quasi-divine in disbelief.

Meanwhile, the three royal lords—Levar, Chata Yengo and Funga Yengo—cowered in terror, completely subdued by the martial arts banished immortal’s overwhelming onslaught.

Under the relentless assault of the two ultimate powers, their defenses crumbled, and the realm descended into a maelstrom of death and destruction.

Empowered by the might of the 3,000 imperial paths, the ancient martial arts banished immortal struck with devastating force, leaving carnage in his wake.

Countless emperors fell, the streets awash with blood as survivors fled for their lives, knowing escape was their only chance at survival.

Meanwhile, Braydon launched his own assault, wielding the God Slaying Bow with lethal precision.

Seven golden arrows materialized between his fingers, streaking through the sky like shooting stars, each aimed at an emperor’s heart.

As the gates of Zunde Royal City swung open, the Northern Army surged forth in black-clad fury, led by commanders skilled in seizing opportunities.

With Braydon’s single-handed decimation of over a hundred emperors, the elite forces of the three royal dynasties found themselves leaderless—a perfect moment for the Northern Army to strike back.

The Gray Wolf Army, the Sanguine Army, and the Northern Army marched in unison, their banners unfurling proudly in the wind.

At the forefront, first regimental commander Tanner Lynn bore the black Qilin flag, a symbol of unstoppable determination.

Those who resisted the flag faced slim odds of survival, yet not just anyone could carry the military flag of the Northern Army.

With the fluttering of the flags, the three armies surged forward, smoke billowing across the battlefield.

The charge of the Northern Army cavalry knew no bounds, as the ten lieutenant commanders themselves stepped into the fray, unleashing their imperial might alongside the sons of the Northern Army.

In this decisive battle, the might of the Northern Army would surely leave an indelible mark, striking fear into the heart of the Donta Imperial Dynasty.

Even with the collective might of the three royal dynasties, they found themselves powerless against the indomitable Northern Army.

In the aftermath, any future military ventures would require careful consideration.

Braydon, wielding the God Slaying Bow, continued to rain arrows upon the battlefield.

Any fleeing aborigine emperor who exposed their back would swiftly meet their demise at the hands of the formidable weapon.

The massacre persisted until night cloaked the scene.

On the blood-soaked ground, corpses littered the battlefield, their presence stark against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Levari and the other two royal lords met their end at the gates of Zunde Royal City, their heads mounted high as grim reminders of their defeat.

Not a single one of the hundred emperors managed to escape the Northern Army’s wrath.

Their invasion had sparked a merciless response from Braydon and his comrades, resulting in countless casualties among the Northern Army ranks.

Standing before the city gate, Braydon surveyed the scene, his gaze falling upon the severed head of Kayla Foust retrieved by Juneau Haines.

With solemn reverence, he issued a directive.

“Bring her remains back to Hansworth and lay her to rest beneath Mount Bliz, honored as a deputy commander of the Northern Army,” he uttered softly.

Cole Colbie and his comrades, bloodied and stunned, absorbed Braydon’s words.

Such an action would set an unprecedented precedent in the history of the Northern Army—a testament to Kayla’s valor as the first female soldier to fall in battle.

Amidst the somber atmosphere, the bodies of countless fallen Northern Army soldiers awaited transportation back to their homeland. Amidst the chaos and carnage, the resolve to survive burned fiercely within each soldier’s heart.

Braydon surveyed the corpses sprawled below the city walls, his gaze lingering as he spoke softly, “While I couldn’t bring you away from here in life, I will ensure you return to the Northern Army in death.”

That night, tens of thousands of male bodies were carried away from the battlefield—a grim testament to the brutality of the ruins and the horrors of war.

The injured and maimed, too numerous to count, bore witness to the relentless carnage inflicted by the conflict.

As the conflict raged on, Frediano Jadanza and his companions suffered heavy injuries due to the relentless assaults from the three royal dynasties.

Braydon arranged for their evacuation, providing them with the opportunity to recuperate, including Frediano.

With the devastation wrought upon the three royal dynasties and the loss of over a hundred emperors, the likelihood of a large-scale retaliation from the Donta Imperial Dynasty seemed remote.

The elites of the three royal dynasties had perished, leaving them vulnerable to further aggression unless Donta Imperial City intervened.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Donta Imperial City, Gideon Zavala’s dramatic arrival with the ninth imperial lord sent shockwaves through the city.

Clad in black, Gideon’s commanding presence carried an air of dominance as he addressed the city, his words ringing with authority.

“The young master of the Ancestral Land has yet to ascend to the divine level. Should you dare send another divine to harass him, I will obliterate your dynasty of an 80,000-mile radius and slaughter a hundred thousand Donta imperial family members!”

Gideon’s resonant voice echoed throughout the imperial city, commanding attention from all who heard it.

Before anyone could react, his hand rose, descending upon the ninth imperial lord with ominous intent.

With a single palm, the divine’s skin split, his body on the verge of being rent asunder.

“You’re exceedingly audacious, fellow cultivator Zavala!” An aged voice interjected faintly.

In a flash, an elderly figure, nearly bald, materialized beside them.

Undeterred, Gideon met the challenge head-on, unflinching in the face of confrontation.

The two adversaries seemed evenly matched in strength, their clash sending shockwaves through the air.

Discarded like refuse, the ninth imperial lord lay at Gideon’s feet, while the old man, despite exchanging blows, bore signs of fatigue, his weathered visage betraying the toll of battle.

“Yasini Yengo, scion of the fifth generation of the Donta imperial family, still lives,” Gideon stated coldly, his gaze unwavering.