The Strongest War God-Chapter 1920: Maknum

As everyone walked, Braydon Neal suddenly stopped.

He glanced at the black fog nearby and asked, "You were born even earlier than me. Have you ever encountered a madman?"

"I have," a hoarse voice answered from the dark.

"And how are you so certain?" Braydon asked with a faint smile.

"Since ancient times, the only being you and I would both consider a lunatic is that one—he called himself a judge," replied the creature of the night.

"It’s him," Braydon nodded. freēnovelkiss.com

"He’s still alive, so don’t provoke him. Even at the height of your first life, you had less than a 30% chance of beating him. But you’ve honed your martial arts over thousands of years, and this lifetime, you’ve built your cultivation technique on that foundation. In time, your strength will surpass what it was before, and maybe then you’ll have a chance to face him."

The Black Screen Heaven’s voice carried a heavy tone.

Braydon chuckled. "Back then, you were nearly at the half-step tenth level, just a step away from being a tenth level transcendent."

"Which is exactly why I know how terrifying that lunatic is," the creature of the night replied, still filled with fear at the memory of the madman.

"Was it that lunatic who ruined your plan back then?" Braydon suddenly asked.

"No, I was born long after he gained fame. I met him once in the Nine Illusion Sea, and he taught me something," the creature of the night said.

The madman was so powerful, even he was worthy of being a teacher.

Their conversation was brief.

Braydon looked ahead and smiled faintly. "I’ve reached the place I was looking for."

With that single sentence, the black fog scattered, retreating within a ten-mile radius.

Before them, in the heart of the collapsed palace, knelt a man in a black robe, his hair disheveled.

He had been dead for an unknown number of years, yet his body was perfectly preserved—a lifelike transcendent body.

He had once been the master of Maknum, the one who had built it.

The one who destroyed everything here was Lukyan Flerov.

Lukyan’s death, in turn, was all due to Maknum.

After all these years, Braydon returned to his old grounds.

With his hands behind his back, he approached the kneeling corpse.

The figure clutched the hilt of his sword, head bowed low, and even in death, his body radiated an oppressive aura.

This was the level nine transcendent, the master of Maknum.

At his peak, he was defeated by Lukyan—killed in a single battle.

Since then, Maknum had fallen into ruin.

Once a critical relay station between the immortal realm and the cosmos, it had become the first stop for transcendents descending from the cosmos.

Braydon raised his hand, summoning a bottle of wine, and let it spill onto the ground as if in a memorial.

"Using your body as a seal to guard this place for countless years... I owe you a debt," he said, offering his tribute to the fallen master.

The nine transcendents from the human race stood silently behind him.

Braydon’s foot pressed into the ground, and suddenly, the body reacted.

It stood, releasing a terrifying aura that swept across the world.

"What a terrifying transcendent aura!" exclaimed Indiana Ibbot, who had been hiding in the palace, visibly shaken.

"Could he have been a high-level transcendent?" A transcendent from the immortal race revealed fear in his eyes.

Maknum was truly fearsome.

They had only been inside for a day, yet already, they sensed the overwhelming presence of an invincible master.

Indiana and the others didn’t dare to use their spiritual energy to probe.

The black sky had descended, and anyone reckless enough to extend their senses into the outside world was courting death.

Following the rules carefully, Indiana kept silent in his hidden palace.

However, trouble was brewing in a nearby palace where Livius Jahic and four other transcendents from the giant race were sheltering.

One of them—a transcendent covered in black fur—felt the effects of nightfall immediately.

As the darkness set in, the black fur on his body began to grow wildly.

His hair lengthened by an inch, and with it, his cultivation surged by one level.

The hair on its body grew three inches longer.

The giant’s true form burst out uncontrollably, towering 900,000 feet high, its head brushing the sky.

From above, it gazed down at Maknum.

The black fog from the sky surged into its body, and suddenly, the giant broke through to the fourth level of the transcendent realm.

Livius and the others were stunned.

Was it really this easy to ascend in the transcendent realm?

Even they found themselves tempted.

But anyone with a clear mind could tell something was wrong—an increase in power this drastic surely came at a price.

"Father, something’s off!" Livius whispered urgently. "What is this black fog? Even our transcendent powers can’t resist it." His voice trembled with fear.

Little did they know, Braydon had also witnessed the scene.

"You’re trying to use my body, aren’t you?" Braydon asked softly.

"Yes!" The giant, now fully possessed by the black fog, seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.

His soul had shifted, and his eyes were pitch black, devoid of any white.

Braydon’s voice was calm as he murmured, "A giant’s body... not a bad choice."

As soon as he finished, Braydon reached out and grasped the sword embedded in the ground—a black longsword, a level nine eon artifact.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt, his eyes flashed with sharp intensity.

Boom!

The sword struck, breaking the seal.

A terrifying pressure erupted.

"Lukyan Flerov!" a roar came from within, filled with endless hatred and killing intent.

The resentment sealed away for countless years had transformed into pure malice.

From the broken seal, a golden nine-headed dragon emerged, its aura overpowering.

It was an eighth-level transcendent.

But that wasn’t all—a second creature, even more fearsome, followed.

This one came from the Nine Illusion Sea, and unlike the dragon, it didn’t take on a human form.

It was a brilliantly colored butterfly, and it darted out immediately.

Both powerful beings had broken free.

But before they could escape, nine black chains shot out from where they had been imprisoned, piercing the sky and wrapping around them, trying to pull them back into confinement.

The nine heads of the dragon twisted in expression as each one opened its mouth and spat out a massive golden egg.

The eggs shot off in nine different directions.

Though the black chains pierced the body of the nine-headed dragon and dragged it down once again, the nine eggs had already carried away part of its strength.

The creatures within the eggs could be seen as its reincarnation—or another version of itself.

It had seized its chance to escape.

This was a sliver of life force.

Meanwhile, the seven-colored butterfly split into thousands of smaller butterflies, filling the sky with a dazzling display.

In response, the black chains split into thousands of streams of dark light, shooting through the air.

Each butterfly was pierced and fell to the ground, leaving the true form of the seven-colored butterfly exposed and imprisoned once more.

Even so, three butterflies had quietly vanished into the night.

The two powerful creatures had their own escape methods, yet Braydon watched it all calmly, unconcerned.

As long as their true forms remained imprisoned here, there was nothing to fear from their escape.

Braydon glanced at the glowing hole before stepping in, carrying the level nine eon artifact.

He looked at the two creatures trapped by black chains, their immense power held in check.

"Long time no see," he said, approaching as if visiting an old friend.

The nine-headed dragon fixed its gaze on Braydon before breaking into wild laughter. "Lukyan Flerov, you really paid the price for imprisoning us back then. How does it feel, after cultivating through another life?"