The Strongest War God - Chapter 1332 - Chapter 1332: Too Hard to Kill
Chapter 1332: Too Hard to Kill
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Was he truly akin to a deity?
Those who ascended to the divine realm were invariably individuals of great virtue.
They possessed not only exceptional talent and temperament but also a myriad of lethal techniques.
Braydon Neal found himself in perilous situations on multiple occasions.
The first instance of extreme danger came when a burly man wielded a giant axe, slashing at Braydon’s waist with a force that nearly cleaved him in two.
Blood sprayed across the sky, and it took Braydon a full 13 seconds to recover, utilizing the Thousand Feathers Technique.
As the battle intensified, Braydon found himself pushing past his limits.
Currently, only five divine-level characters were engaged in combat, but the knowledge that thirty-five divines, along with the formidable divine-level demon beasts and plant demons, had yet to join the fray loomed over him.
Should they all assail him simultaneously, it would spell certain doom.
In that critical moment, a calm voice resonated within Braydon’s mind.
It was the voice of Constantine Siegel, an individual whose uncommon concern for Braydon hinted at a deeper connection.
Constantine’s presence had been a constant throughout Braydon’s life, from the moment he was found at the age of three.
Perhaps, hidden in the shadows, Constantine had been the one most attuned to Braydon’s growth.
Constantine’s revelation that Braydon had a year left indicated that destroying the bronze door, despite the various ruins’ efforts, would require significant time.
It was a reminder of the door’s formidable history, having confined the aborigines of the ruins for countless years.
How could this door be destroyed?
Even if there were a method, it couldn’t be dismantled overnight.
With a year remaining, Braydon’s eyes gleamed with determination as he pivoted decisively.
He was set on departure, unstoppable by anyone.
His speed surged explosively: 9,000 meters per second. Such velocity surpassed even that of divine-level characters.
“Escaping?” Rayha Qhobela frowned.
Despite their attempts, the other divine-level characters couldn’t match Braydon’s pace.
If he wished to flee, their efforts would be in vain.
The thousand-meter-tall giant ape boomed, “Given this kid’s potential, if he survives today, he’ll undoubtedly wreak havoc in the future!”
“That’s irrelevant now. Besides, our journey to the outside world isn’t solely our endeavor. When those extreme divines and spirit beings venture into the outside world, they’ll undoubtedly ascend to greater heights,” Rayha remarked calmly.
Only the elite few were privy to this knowledge.
In the ruins, the divine realm stood as the apex, with sun, moon and stars merely illusions incapable of fostering stronger experts.
Conversely, the outside world offered the most fertile ground for growth.
However, for centuries, the outside world had languished due to the scarcity of cultivation resources and a dearth of mentors to impart knowledge and techniques.
Each realm had its challenges and advantages, and therein lay the complexity of their respective situations.
Why would individuals from the outside world risk opening the bronze door and journeying here in search of cultivation resources if there were no obstacles to overcome?
As the divines deliberated, all eyes turned to Benka.
Benka’s aura waned and the ultimate thunder power within him gnawed at his bones like maggots.
Alone, he lacked the strength to expel it.
Should this power corrode the divine pill, his fate would be sealed—this was his final day.
“Help me!” Benka pleaded, sweat beading on his pale face as he sat cross-legged.
Yet, his plea fell on deaf ears.
The other divines were intent on leaving the ruins; while they belonged to the same faction, their camaraderie was scarce, and some harbored outright animosity.
“Why should we assist you, Benka?” queried a divine-level character, their tone composed.
With a resigned sigh, Benka produced a void pouch from his waist, offering its contents to entice assistance.
“This contains my collection from the past century. Take whatever you desire. Aid me in expelling the ultimate thunder power—it will benefit us all. When we depart, we’ll represent the 16th ruin.”
Upon the opening of the ruin door, factions would inevitably form.
The strength of each faction would dictate its standing in the post-ruins landscape.
Despite internal conflicts, unity would be paramount once outside.
The fall of any one member would diminish the collective strength.
Furthermore, the pouch contained treasures accumulated over nearly a century, enticing individuals of similar standing to offer their aid.
In an instant, seven divine-level characters sprang into action, assisting Benka in expelling the ultimate thunder power from his body, thus saving his life.
The ape divine waved its hand, revealing a void pouch that once held nine small green bottles containing a liquid capable of corroding the bronze door.
“There are only nine bottles of decaying liquid. It’s just enough to corrode the entire bronze door. Let’s not squander it,” he cautioned.
Benka, now recovered, furrowed his brow. “If we need more decaying liquid, can’t we request additional supplies?”
“It took a millennium to amass this amount. It’s not as simple as you might think,” the ape divine replied, shaking his head solemnly.
It was evident that a formidable organization stood behind the ape divine, responsible for producing the vast quantity of decaying liquid.
Rayha cautiously held a bottle of the green liquid and poured a small amount onto the bronze door.
The liquid sizzled upon contact, demonstrating its potent corrosive properties.
She handled it with extreme care, knowing that even a single drop could prove fatal to a divine-level character.
Despite its visible corrosive effects, the liquid worked slowly, and its preciousness necessitated judicious use.
Pouring all of it at once would result in wastage.
Consequently, should they exhaust their supply, the assembled divines would be left waiting for the arrival of the next batch—whether in ten years or a century remained uncertain.
“That remains to be seen!”
Rayha remarked softly as she observed the progress of the corrosive liquid. “At this rate, it will take approximately a year and a half to completely destroy the bronze door.”
“Wait!” the ape divine interjected.
Having waited for hundreds, even nearly a thousand years, it was unfazed by the prospect of waiting another year.
Patience was a virtue ingrained in beings that had lived for centuries, even the most temperamental among them.
Meanwhile, 5,000 miles away in a mountain range, Braydon adjusted the Sky Splitting Wings atop a peak, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation.
“Divine realm experts are exceedingly challenging to eliminate,” he muttered under his breath. “Their cultivation of divine pills grants them formidable vitality. Even the strongest force would struggle to kill them swiftly.”
With a sense of relief washing over him, Braydon acknowledged the luxury of having a year to strategize.
In Zunde Royal City, once a bustling metropolis, now lay an ancient relic besieged by an endless horde of aboriginal armies and dark masses of spirit beasts.
Fortunately, there were no divine-level characters there.
The divine-level characters, numbering thirty-five, were entrenched at the bronze door, ensuring its destruction would proceed unimpeded.
Despite the possibility of potential future divines among the assailants, Braydon dared not venture to Zunde Royal City.
His presence would inevitably draw Benka and the other divines, thwarting his plans.
