The Strongest War God Chapter 1255: Green Lotus God

Chapter 1255: Green Lotus G.o.d

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With such an extensive territory and 37 aboriginal cities, feeding the million soldiers of the Northern Army was an easy feat.

Even sustaining three to five million elites posed no challenge.

If needed, Luther Carden could consider expanding the army or deploying the Sanguine Army and the Gray Wolf Army into the 16th ruin.

However, as the situation had just stabilized, these discussions could be postponed for later.

In the vast ruins, the enormous ancient bronze s.h.i.+p accelerated to its maximum speed, reaching an impressive 9,000 meters per second.

The intricacies of the martial arts civilization’s technology were often beyond modern comprehension.

Covered in runes and powered by beast cores, the bronze s.h.i.+p’s mechanisms were a mystery to ordinary people, especially if transported to the outside world.

Onboard the bronze s.h.i.+p, Xetsa Yeza personally accompanied Braydon Neal.

When Fela Yengo entered the cabin, he said, “Young Divine Lord, the bronze s.h.i.+p is pa.s.sing by the Zunde Royal Dynasty. I need to go back and take charge of the situation there. I can’t follow you to the Oracle Palace. Do you need anything? I’ll get someone to prepare it in advance.”

Braydon shook his head lightly. There was nothing he needed.

Understanding his wishes, Fela tactfully withdrew.

Xetsa then said softly, “There are numerous descendants of the G.o.ds in the Oracle Palace, and you will meet many people of your age, including young girls.”

However, Braydon showed little interest in such matters, prompting Xetsa to smile faintly and refrain from further discussion.

Young girls? It had nothing to do with Braydon.

As the ancient bronze s.h.i.+p arrived at a royal city, the bustling capital surpa.s.sed all aboriginal ancient cities in prosperity.

A mult.i.tude of people gathered, with the city’s population exceeding 20 million.

Additionally, a significant number of experts resided within, making the capital city’s foundation superior to any empire in the outside world.

Braydon stood on the ancient bronze s.h.i.+p, gazing at the ancient city with his hands clasped behind his back, lost in thought for a long while.

Beside him, Xetsa stood shoulder to shoulder, offering a faint smile as she spoke, “As a descendant of the Divine Lord, when you ascend to power in the future, the entire ruins will be under your rule. You won’t need to concern yourself with just one capital city.”

“The ruler of all the ruins, like the previous Divine Lord?” Braydon inquired.

Xetsa replied softly, “Indeed, the first Divine Lord commanded immense reverence from all the G.o.ds due to his majestic presence. And you, having mastered the martial arts banished immortal, are destined to be the second Divine Lord in the future.”

Braydon listened attentively, pondering whether the Great Divine Priests of the Oracle Palace would readily submit to a young man like himself.

At only 21 years old, he realized that to command their obedience, he would need strength surpa.s.sing theirs.

Even then, the Great Divine Priests responsible for the various ruins would not yield easily.

Fela, Lyapo Dubazane, and others alighted the bronze s.h.i.+p, and Braydon’s group set sail once more, bound for the Donta Imperial Dynasty—the location of the 16th Oracle Palace, situated in the imperial city.

After a full day’s journey at the bronze s.h.i.+p’s maximum speed, they reached the Donta Imperial City, located 60,000 miles from Machusa, emphasizing the immense size of the ruins.

The bustling imperial city sprawled as far as the eye could see, divided into the inner and outer city, each larger than Zunde Capital City.

As they flew overhead, aborigines knelt in reverence, acknowledging the Oracle Palace’s authority.

Observing the vastness of the imperial city from the bronze s.h.i.+p, Braydon gained a deeper understanding of the aborigines’ overall strength.

The bronze door linking the outside world and the ruins stood as a critical barrier that must remain sealed.

Opening it would allow hordes of aborigines to flood into the outside world, potentially leading to the conquest and destruction of all countries.

The formidable strength of the aborigines made people despair.

As the bronze s.h.i.+p gradually slowed its pace, traversing the entire expanse of the imperial city, it eventually reached the easternmost section—a restricted area belonging to the Oracle Palace.

Trespa.s.sers were met with swift and merciless death, as the sanct.i.ty of the G.o.ds’ resting place was not to be disturbed by outsiders.

In the east, towering palaces pierced the sky, with one in particular crowned by a human-shaped statue exuding an aura of dominance that commanded submission.

This statue, weathered by thousands of years, represented none other than the Divine Lord himself—the first of his kind and the founder of the Oracle Palace.

Braydon, standing upon the bronze vessel, felt an unsettling sensation within his very being. His vitality stirred restlessly, causing his aura to waver slightly.

Sensing his discomfort, Xetsa inquired, “What’s wrong?”

Struggling to maintain composure, Braydon responded, “That statue… Who is it?”

His breaths came in labored gasps, evidence of the internal battle he waged to contain the turmoil stirring within him.

His body, which had been pushed to its limits, seemed to harbor a latent strength yearning to be unleashed.

This sensation evoked memories of the Spirit Awakening Ceremony for Braydon—an experience akin to when his bloodline was stirred during the ceremony at the Lenver Pond.

Under normal circ.u.mstances, such feelings would be expected at the Lenver Pond.

But now, Braydon couldn’t fathom why he was experiencing them here.

Observing his agitation, Xetsa inquired, “That’s the statue of the Divine Lord. Given your upbringing in the outside world, it might be connected to your ancestral heritage. What’s happening to you?”

“I need to go there,” Braydon declared, his heart driven by an overwhelming urge.

A compelling force seemed to beckon him forward, yet Braydon found himself struggling, his very ability to fly compromised.

Without hesitation, Xetsa scooped him up and soared toward the imposing figure of the statue.

The statue of the Divine Lord exuded a majestic presence, even challenging Xetsa’s ability to fly in the air, such was its imposing aura.

As Braydon drew closer, the restlessness within his blood intensified, accompanied by a surge of hidden power that prompted a transformation within him.

Suddenly, a colossal lotus flower burst forth from Braydon’s being—a vibrant red nine-petaled lotus, as large as a bathtub, descending to rest at his feet.

The appearance of the red lotus flower stirred the Oracle Palace into action.

The Oracle Palace had ten Divine Priests, including Xetsa.

They were normally stationed in various royal dynasties.

There were a few Divine Priests based in the Oracle Palace.

However, today, all the Divine Priests were in the Oracle Palace.

“The Green Lotus G.o.d!” exclaimed a Divine Priest with fiery red hair, his voice filled with astonishment. “Has his descendant emerged?”

“Green Lotus G.o.d, among the few t.i.tanic figures in our martial arts history, stands equal to the Divine Lord. Could this be the awakening of his bloodline descendant?” speculated another Divine Priest, his eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with elation.