The Strongest War God-Chapter 1944: Let Him Out

The five transcendents of the god race had always kept a low profile in the Immortal Burial Ground.

However, Livius Jahic had already figured out that the transcendent experts of the god race were likely Braydon Neal’s subordinates.

Braydon didn’t linger on this question. Instead, he asked, "With the strength of your giant race, it shouldn’t be an issue for you to handle the local immortals."

"I want to use the power of the god race to intimidate the golden flood dragon and the other two races. Otherwise, while I’m battling Indiana Ibbot, the three races could strike at my giant race, putting us at risk of being wiped out in an instant," Livius said with concern.

"The giant race won’t face destruction," Braydon reassured him.

"Thank you, Ancestor Neal!" Livius replied, relieved.

Braydon’s promise meant more to him than the five god race transcendents.

Perhaps Livius hadn’t come for the god race’s transcendent experts after all—his true goal was Braydon’s assurance.

Only with that could Livius feel secure and become a weapon for the human race.

The situation in the Immortal Burial Ground was shifting.

Livius couldn’t stay long.

If word got out that he had secretly come to meet Braydon, it would undoubtedly raise suspicions among Indiana and others.

Before leaving, he suddenly said, "Ancestor Neal, as far as I know, the path realm, the demon race, and the heaven realm have all sent people. They’re keeping a low profile, but their strength shouldn’t be underestimated."

"Has everyone joined in?" Braydon’s eyes sparkled.

The remnants of the ancient realm were involved, which would certainly make the situation in the Immortal Burial Ground even more complex.

Livius left quietly.

Braydon stood by the window, gazing at the night sky before suddenly smiling. "Brother, perhaps it’s time to bring you out!"

Swoosh!

Braydon vanished, crossing the void as he made his way to Maknum.

Meanwhile, battles continued on the edges of Wollo following the release of the demon-killing order.

All the demons had been wiped out, and those still alive were fleeing.

Human cultivators lay in ambush nearby.

Ahead, in the dark night, a terrifying celestial pressure spread out—it was an existence at the second level of the demon celestial realm.

He appeared severely injured and was attempting to escape.

But he ran straight into Braydon at the defensive line.

"Interesting," Braydon remarked, stopping to observe the being charging towards him.

"Get lost!" the demon celestial roared, brandishing a celestial weapon—a spear—sweeping it toward Braydon.

Braydon’s aura only indicated that of an ancient immortal, so the demon celestial saw him as nothing, an ant to be crushed with a single strike.

But Braydon merely chuckled, raising his left hand. His fingertips met the tip of the spear.

He actually stopped it!

The scene fell into brief silence.

The demon celestial was terrified. "How is this possible? Who are you?!"

"Just a nobody," Braydon replied calmly.

Then, he raised his hand, filled with immense power.

With a slash, it was as though he was taming a wild horse.

Hand slashing space.

He broke the spear cleanly, cutting through the demon celestial’s waist.

Braydon’s terrifying strength left everyone stunned.

In the darkness, three immortal celestial-level figures appeared, chasing after the demon.

They were all human experts.

"Bastard! Where do you think you’re running to?" one shouted.

"Wait, that’s..."

The second expert, sharp-eyed, noticed the white-robed youth blocking the demon celestial.

His expression became grave, a trace of reverence in his eyes as he exclaimed, "It’s Ancestor Neal!"

"Ancestor Neal?!"

The three were shocked.

"What?" The demon celestial was equally stunned upon hearing the name.

"Braydon Neal of the human race?"

"Impudent!" the three human celestial-level figures shouted angrily, reprimanding the demon celestial.

Braydon’s name was not one to be spoken lightly.

Even as an ancient immortal, Braydon had the power to slay a demon celestial.

With a simple raise of his hand, the demon celestial was like a mere toy in Braydon’s grasp.

His hand became a blade, swiftly severing the demon’s head and destroying his celestial soul.

The three immortal celestials looked on with respect in their eyes.

Braydon, hands clasped behind his back, turned to leave, offering only a single sentence: "Yes, sir!"

The three celestial-level figures took Braydon’s words back with them.

It was time to put an end to the farce that had spread through Wollo.

Under the command of the demon-killing order, nearly every demon cultivator who had entered Wollo was slaughtered.

Meanwhile, the items sent by the five races arrived.

All 2,000 peak resources were handed over to Luther Carden.

Before Braydon left, he had already given instructions: these resources were not to be distributed. They were to be reserved for the Northern Army to nurture 10,000 peaks.

It was clear now. Braydon intended to use the resources of the various races in the universe to build the Northern Army at any cost.

In his previous life, the NorthernArmy had been the anti-rebellion army—the millions of disciples who followed their leader to suppress the rebellion, all of whom had died in battle.

After entering reincarnation and living another life, Braydon was determined to lead them to transcendence.

Having perfected his ten thousand lives, he vowed to protect his brothers and ensure their transcendence.

At Maknum, under the cover of night, black winds swept across the land for a thousand miles.

None of those inside dared to leave, and none outside dared to enter.

This was because of the Black Screen Heaven within Maknum, a force that had once struck great fear into the immortal realm.

Braydon descended from the sky, landing in Maknum, drawing the admiration of countless cultivators.

"Brother!" Braydon greeted with a faint smile as he stepped into the night.

"What is it?"

A giant figure emerged from the darkness.

In the past, this giant had transcended, and now his cultivation had reached the level five transcendent realm.

Within him, there was the Black Screen Heaven, and his entire body was shrouded in black Qi.

"I’ve come to invite you out of seclusion," Braydon said softly.

"You want me to leave Maknum?"

The giant shrunk down, transforming into a muscular man.

His pitch-black eyes locked onto Braydon.

"It’s too small and stifling for someone of your stature to stay in a place like this," Braydon chuckled.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" The giant’s eyes were filled with suspicion.

"Let the Black Screen Heaven blanket the immortal realm once more," Braydon’s gaze turned cold.

"Interesting request," the giant mused.

In the past, the local immortals had viewed him as a great terror.

Countless cultivators thought of him as evil.

Now, Braydon was inviting him out again.

Once night fell over the Immortal Burial Ground, the beings wandering outside would become slaves to the darkness.

"Why?" The giant asked, puzzled. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because this place... it’s not chaotic enough," Braydon smiled.

The giant fell silent.

He could sense that Braydon’s plan was far from simple.

Allowing him out was just using him as a chess piece.

However, staying here wasn’t aiding his recovery at all.

If he could leave, his recovery in the outside world would speed up—by a hundred or even a thousand times.

In that case...

He agreed to Braydon’s request.

That night, a black wind erupted from Maknum, sweeping outward for 80,000 miles.

It was overwhelming.

The living beings outside were caught off guard, all swept away by the black wind.

His aura changed, as if he was no longer his former self.

His eyes lost their whites, and his entire body radiated black power.

This was the terrifying power of Black Screen Heaven.

Darkness assimilation.

Anyone who touched the black energy became one with Black Screen Heaven.

In one night, a radius of 80,000 miles was engulfed.

The black wind raged, and thousands of living beings fell into darkness.

The entire Immortal Burial Ground was now filled with fear.