The Strongest War God Chapter 1311: Emergency Military Report

Chapter 1311: Emergency Military Report

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the capital, someone had manifested 3,000 imperial paths.

A man carrying 3,000 imperial paths?

Unprecedented!

It was even more unheard of.

The strongest martial arts path was created by the son of Hansworth.

At this moment, it alarmed many important figures!

At the peak of Mount Kylo, an old man in a white Daoist robe stood at the summit, gazing in the direction of the capital.

“Old Crane,” he said slowly, “do you feel it? Hansworth’s national fate has increased dramatically!”

Old Crane, a wily old fox, showed great respect in the presence of the old man.

This was because the old man was one of the previous masters of Mount Kylo.

In Kylo, the inner residence, outer residence, and Kylo Celestial Palace were all overseen by true masters who ruled over Kylo.

This old man was one of the Kylo Lords!

“Descend the mountain and see if Braydon has returned,” the old Kylo Lord said slowly. “If you see him, tell him to come to Kylo.”

“Alright!” Old Crane rode the white crane and departed from Mount Kylo.

Simultaneously, in various secret places in Hansworth—Mount Karawu, Mount Sino, and Heavenly Mountain—old ancestors were hidden.

All sensed that today, Hansworth’s national fate was once again bolstered.

Someone had augmented the country’s fate by 3,000 times using his body!

The fate of the country was vast and mighty.

All the top martial artists felt the changes in the world because they were born in Hansworth and had cultivated to this stage.

The stronger the country’s fate, the stronger the martial arts fate.

The environment of heaven and earth would change, and the suppression on martial artists would diminish.

Ever since Braydon Neal was conferred the t.i.tle on Mount Tanish, the suppression on all the world’s martial artists had disappeared.

Simultaneously, the stronger the national fate, the easier it was for martial artists to break through.

All the martial artists in the world were indebted to the kindness of the Northern King.

After Braydon came of age, he was bestowed the t.i.tle on Mount Tanish and took on the responsibility of nurturing Hansworth, using his own strength to advance martial arts.

Meanwhile, in Marshland, Song, and Banko, there was extreme horror.

Their national fate had unexpectedly increased by more than a hundredfold.

Someone had augmented their country’s fate!

That person was none other than Braydon, whom they deeply despised.

In the past, Braydon had forcefully seized the fate of these three countries, leaving an indelible mark of humiliation.

Now, they couldn’t shake off this astonishment at Braydon’s role in boosting their nations’ fates.

In the Alpha Empire, the higher-ups were even more stunned.

Their national fate had also surged by a hundredfold.

This raised a critical question: would they become friends or enemies with Braydon in the future?

The thought of their country’s fate being dramatically enhanced by an outsider, who was miles away, filled them with a sense of disgrace.

If news of this spread, it would undoubtedly be a blow to the pride of the entire country’s martial artists.

In the skies above the capital, the first banished immortal and the second banished immortal stood at the ends of their respective paths, unfazed by the dissipated thunder tribulation.

They were both formidable beings.

The 3,000 imperial paths in the sky faded away, leaving only two imperial paths before Braydon, corresponding to the first and second banished immortals.

With each breakthrough, Braydon’s strength surged.

Though his cultivation level remained unchanged, his combat prowess had soared once more.

He might already be capable of facing a divine realm expert.

Retracting his two imperial paths, Braydon composed himself.

Yet, every movement exuded a majestic pressure akin to that of a divine.

On the outskirts of the capital, a tomb keeper silently arrived.

It was Beckett Neal, the ancestor of the Neal family.

An eighth-level emperor, his eyes widened in shock as he beheld the descendant he hadn’t seen for many years.

Faint astonishment flickered across his features.

“He has transformed 3,000 paths and mastered 30,000 techniques in the human world!”

“Braydon greets Great-Grandfather,” Braydon bowed slightly.

Beckett paid little heed to formalities.

Swallowing hard, he turned to Martial Emperor Yanagi.

“What kind of freak did you raise?!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with horror.

Braydon’s martial arts talent likely surpa.s.sed the peak of Hansworth’s martial arts.

It seemed he had reached the apex among martial artists worldwide.

Perhaps he represented the highest level of talent among Hansworth martial artists in the past 5,000 years.

His talent was unmatched.

“No one in the world will be able to teach Braydon his path!” Martial Emperor Yanagi’s voice was hoa.r.s.e.

With 30,000 techniques in the mortal world, who could instruct him other than the Divine Lord Jordan Neal?

And with 3,000 imperial paths, there were no precedents to guide him.

News of Braydon’s breakthrough spread rapidly across the globe, reaching almost every martial artist.

It signified the emergence of a contender for the world’s top expert—Braydon.

His path was terrifying, even more so than Jordan’s in the past.

If he succeeded, even the 3,000 ruins would have to submit.

In the midst of this, Marvin Townsend received a top-secret message on his watch, his expression s.h.i.+fting slightly.

He swiftly approached Braydon. “Commander,” he said urgently, “Second Master has sent an urgent report.”

Taking the watch, Braydon read the message from Luther Carden. “The Donta Imperial Dynasty is on the move. A quasi-divine will lead three royal dynasties in an attack on the Northern Army.”

He had grown accustomed to this way of life over the past two years.

Shortly after Braydon’s return, he departed once again for South Pole Island.

At the 16th bronze door, Fidel Camacho bowed respectfully. “Young master! Welcome back!”

Braydon acknowledged with a slight nod before pa.s.sing through the bronze door into the 16th ancient city.

There, dressed in black, was his younger brother Sorrell Neal, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

They hadn’t seen each other for a few days.