The Strongest War God

Chapter 1120: Heavenly Blade Reappears

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Only five of the supreme pinnacles that Braydon Neal had brought with him had shown themselves. There were still more than eighty people who had yet to show themselves!

The real bloody battle had yet to begin.

Tonight, Juneau Haines and the others would kill as many of the pinnacles from the Alpha Empire as they could.

As for the fate of the Alpha Empire, it was obvious that Braydon was going to take it by force!

When Regina Jalbert played the kithara, the music gradually became faster.

A bloody and fierce atmosphere was rising, as crimson eight-foot-long spears were launched from within the kithara, numbering up to a thousand in an instant. With unparalleled sharpness, they swiftly advance toward the pinnacles, ready to unleash devastation.

The melody of the kithara continued, and the atmosphere of battle showed no signs of stopping.

Regina, with her hands caressing the kithara, sat in the northern part of the altar, single-handedly blocking hundreds of formidable opponents, preventing anyone from approaching.

She was a formidable supreme pinnacle who had cultivated the kithara to the great success stage, and her terrifying strength has not been fully revealed.

If a supreme pinnacle who had cultivated the kithara to the great success stage were to go berserk, it would surely result in a massacre covering a radius of hundreds of miles, affecting even Braydon Neal.

The techniques displayed by Regina were just ordinary tactics possessed by kithara cultivators, and many forbidden kithara techniques remained unutilized.

Moreover, among the supreme pinnacles from the Alpha Empire, none were deemed worthy of her full exertion.

Perhaps only another supreme pinnacle of the same caliber could force Regina to unleash her full power.

However, Regina was not the only hidden figure. Dozens of supreme pinnacles lurked in the shadows, vigilant and prepared.

On the ancient altar, Braydon sat cross-legged, absorbing the vast national fate power spanning a thousand miles into his body.

The tremendous force of the national fate power could not crush Braydon, who carried the national fate on his shoulders.

When it came to receiving national fate, cultivation level did not matter; it was the innate talent of the martial artists that mattered.

Otherwise, no matter how strong a martial artist was, they could not contend with the heavens.

If a person could defy the heavens, stand alone with their mortal body, and dominate the sky, it would require unimaginable strength.

Even Sadie Dudley wouldn’t be able to achieve such a feat.

In the end, the heavens were the heavens.

The majesty of the heavens made mortals seem insignificant.

To challenge the might of the heavens was the greatest joke in the mortal realm.

Compared to the previous year, when Braydon was crowned Garrison King at the summit of Mount Tanish and bore the national fate, his innate talent had transcended. He had opened his spiritual aperture, experienced the Spirit Awakening Ceremony of Lenver Pond, and increased his innate talent ninefold. Additionally, his cultivation of the Great Void of Kylo Art had progressed to the fourth level.

In terms of martial talent compared to the previous year, Braydon’s comprehension had increased by more than tenfold.

Facing the national fate of the Alpha Empire, despite its extension over a thousand miles, Braydon easily absorbed it.

In just a quarter of an hour, Braydon completely absorbed the national fate into his body.

As a martial artist, Braydon was emanating a faint aura of heavenly might with every move and gesture.

Possessing heavenly might signified the Son of Heaven.

An emperor among mortals!

When a martial artist exhibited this aura, they were destined to be an emperor in the future.

From all directions, the old supreme pinnacles of the Alpha Empire were filled with shock and anger.

They were too late.

In the end, Braydon succeeded!

He was carrying the national fate of the Alpha Empire.

One of the old figures of the Alpha Empire angrily declared, “Kill him! Tomorrow, we will select a new genius to attract the national fate and replace him.”

“The national fate cannot fall into the hands of an outsider.”

Another respected old supreme pinnacle from the Alpha Empire spoke out. In their eyes, Braydon was not just the Garrison King of Hansworth, but also the archenemy of the Alpha Empire.

What should be done now that the archenemy had seized the national fate of the Alpha Empire?

Naturally, a battle to the death!

Braydon stood up, standing on the ancient altar, ignoring the old figures of the Alpha Empire. He opens his arms and looks up, softly saying, “Spirit Summoning Art, summon the national fate of the empire to descend upon the mortal realm!”

Braydon activated the Spirit Summoning Art without stopping.

Ever since Thorvald Forte brought the national fate to Braydon, starting from that moment, Braydon had been using the Spirit Summoning Art to continuously summon the national fate of the Alpha Empire. He could continue doing so for as long as his body could endure it.

Braydon’s actions once again infuriate the old figures of the Alpha Empire.

The national fate of the Alpha Empire continuously converged from the skies above its more than ten million square kilometers of territory.

The power of national fate was everywhere.

The vast national fate flowed like a river, converging into a sea above the altar.

With a thunderous roar, one of the old figures of the Alpha Empire shouted, “Braydon Neal, you have stolen the national fate of the Alpha Empire. From now on, war between the empires and Hansworth is inevitable, and we will fight to the death!”

“I don’t want to see a situation where one dares to declare war but is afraid to fight!”

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and calmly said, “The million sons of the Northern Army are ready to welcome you at any time!”

With a cold response, he rebuked the old figures of the Alpha Empire.

The Alpha Empire sought to initiate a national war, attempting to coerce Braydon with such threats.

Braydon, however, would not compromise in the slightest.

The Northern Army had undergone the baptism of war.

It had earned the glory of being undefeated in the field after numerous bloody battles.

If the Alpha Empire wished to go to war, the Northern Army would undoubtedly accompany them to the end.

In this dark night, as bright as daylight, under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the summoned national fate, which converged in a magnificent manner within a thousand miles of the dome.

The national fate surged like a tidal wave, rushing down.

The range of the national fate extended over fifteen hundred miles.

Braydon raised his left hand, lifting the national fate of the Alpha Empire single-handedly, forming a claw with his hand, and reached into the vast sky.

The converging national fate became like a beam of light, being absorbed by Braydon into his body.

At this moment, a figure resembling a black mouse sneaked from under the altar.

Juneau Haines and others were all focused on the sky.

No one noticed what was happening underground.

Someone was digging underground and had arrived right beneath the altar.

When they finally realized it, the ground had already been smashed through, and a thin figure flew out, eyes filled with madness, fully releasing his vitality.

This was an eminent pinnacle.

Rather than releasing vitality, he ignited his vitality.

At the cost of burning his vitality, he aimed to enhance his combat power tenfold and intended to assassinate Braydon.

Khalil Zorn’s eyes were sharp as he exclaimed, “How dare you!”

“Die!”

Channing Lestrange’s sword swept through the air, making a turn and intending to kill this person.

But on the altar, Braydon, watching the thin figure approaching in an instant, smiled faintly and said, “Going through so much trouble to dig through the ground to kill me, yet you send a mere eminent pinnacle. Are you unwilling to even dispatch a supreme pinnacle of the upper three ranks?”

If a pinnacle of the upper three ranks suddenly surged forward to attack Braydon, there might be a chance of success.

However, the person sent by the Alpha Empire was only an eminent pinnacle.

Braydon reached out with his left hand, smiling, “Have you ever seen the national fate sword?”

“You fool!”

The thin eminent pinnacle, amidst horror, angrily cursed Braydon.

Swish!

Braydon’s left hand holding the national fate transformed into a heavenly blade as he calmly said, “Kill!”

The national fate, spreading over a thousand miles, became an invisible heavenly blade.

Under the heavenly blade, no one could escape!

With a single slash, the eminent pinnacle was cut in half at the waist and died instantly.