The Strongest War God-Chapter 1648 - The Little Fool’s Secret
Chapter 1648: The Little Fool’s Secret
Chapter 1648: The Little Fool’s Secret Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
He really had the demeanor of that person.Â
The demons did not dare to send troops to help.Â
Everyone knew that if that person came back and brought the funeral song to the world, a few nirvana realm beings wouldn’t settle this matter.
Braydon Neal didn’t know that because of the funeral song, he had escaped a calamity.Â
The funeral song ended, leaving the black demon camp a land of destruction.
There were no more living things.
Braydon sat cross-legged.
According to his comprehension, the funeral song had ended.Â
He played the last string and thought it was over.Â
At this moment, a strong desire appeared in his heart.Â
It was an uncontrollable desire to absorb, as if with a light touch of the kithara, something unexpected would happen.
This desire engulfed Braydon’s entire body.Â
A mysterious, tempting voice came from the depths of his heart, urging Braydon to pluck the kithara again.Â
He was only one step away!Â
It felt like the life force he had lost would be restored with the last touch.Â
This terrifying desire consumed him.
Even with his intelligence, Braydon was almost swept away by this desire.Â
His face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.Â
He said hoarsely, “Get lost!”Â
The strong desire aroused his vigilance and resistance.Â
It was like the power of the heart demon but ten thousand times stronger.Â
How could Braydon obey?Â
If he gave in to this desire, something unexpected would happen.
He slowly opened his eyes, filled with endless vicissitudes of life.Â
His silver hair danced in the wind as he put away his kithara and looked at the sins he had left behind.Â
Tens of millions of demons lay dead in the military camp.
The moment the funeral song stopped, the entire Northern Army moved out and descended on the black planet.Â
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Skylar Neal and Luke Yates fell into a deep coma.
The two of them were injured by the funeral song!Â
An imprint appeared on everyone’s forehead: soul imprint!Â
Skylar’s soul imprint was still normal, but the little fool had two soul imprints on his cheeks.Â
One was a golden mark, mysterious and profound, filled with a divine aura.Â
The other was a black mark, filled with endless darkness, representing the power of all dark emotions.Â
Gold was divine, and black was the devil!Â
Luke had two soul imprints on him.Â
What was going on?
Braydon put away his kithara and took Luke and Skylar away.Â
He left a message, “Clean up the battlefield.
Guard the Meteor Sea.
Wait for orders!”
“Yes, sir!” The Northern Army army obeyed the orders of the commander.Â
Braydon took the little fool and Skylar back to the human camp.Â
In the human camp, there were various legions.Â
They had long heard about the Meteor Sea Battle.Â
It was said that the battle there was extremely tragic.
On the side of the military camp, they had already recruited and reorganized thirty legions as reserve troops to support the Meteor Sea battlefield at any time.Â
But today, a total of 30 legions were suddenly ordered to stop fighting.Â
The nine military camps were in an uproar.Â
Cultivators who could stay in the military camp were not fools.Â
They knew that the Meteor Sea was the only way out for the military camp.Â
Why didn’t the military cabinet send reinforcements when the rear path was attacked by the demon army?Â
With just the new army of the Northern Army that had joined the military camp not long ago, could they stop the demon army?Â
How cruel was the demon army?Â
Everyone who had participated in the battlefield knew how brutal they were.
The soldiers below were discussing.
Braydon had already returned to the military camp.
He looked at the little fool and Skylar, who were lying on the bed.Â
His face under his silver hair was calm.Â
He recalled the scene not long ago.Â
Braydon had no regrets!Â
If they did not play the funeral song, the army of the demons would be stationed in the vortex, the chaotic formation of a hundred stars, and the hunting grounds.Â
The Northern Army would have to sacrifice countless soldiers if they wanted to kill their way into the demon camp.
In the past fifteen days of battle, the various legions of the Northern Army had suffered casualties.Â
If these losses continued to mount, the Northern Army Army would be severely crippled in their efforts to take down the demon camp.Â
Braydon had already promised the men of Northern Army that as their commander, he would ensure their safe return home.Â
He understood the immense challenge of fulfilling this promise and was determined to protect his soldiers with all his strength.
At this moment, the golden and black marks on Luke’s face emitted an ancient aura, signifying his possession of two soul imprints, which was extraordinary.
The patrol envoy, Braedy Leite, arrived silently and stood respectfully at the door.
“Patrol Envoy Braedy Leite is here to visit Your Highness.”
“Come in,” Braydon replied.
There was no need for wariness with Braedy, as he had fought alongside the Northern Army.Â
If not for Braedy’s intervention against Borhati Kadeye, the Northern Army would have faced a bloody confrontation with the nirvana realm cultivators.
Braedy entered the palace and noticed the soul imprints on Luke and Skylar’s faces.Â
His pupils constricted, and he immediately lowered his head, avoiding direct eye contact.Â
Braedy recognized the soul imprint on Luke’s body immediately—it was the divine-demon imprint.
Back then, the first Lord Woodruff, who was on par with the five Lords, possessed a divine-demon body—a being revered as part god and part demon.Â
In the entire universe, only Lord Woodruff had such a physique, more arrogant than the five lords yet not as formidable.Â
During a bloody battle that challenged the myriad races, the five Lords perished one by one, but Lord Woodruff, relying on his divine-demon body, managed to survive and seek vengeance.
However, despite his survival, all his brothers had fallen, leaving him to carry on alone.Â
His relentless pursuit of revenge led him to erase the pasts of many within the ten thousand races, ensuring their demise in secluded cultivation grounds.Â
Without their pasts, their present existence was nullified.
Eventually, Lord Woodruff met his end in the river of time, but not before hinting to Braydon about a possible return when the opportunity arose.
Creatures that died in the river of time were unable to enter reincarnation, their bodies and souls destroyed.Â
However, Lord Woodruff was far from ordinary.
Braydon gazed at Braedy with hands clasped behind his back, asking softly, “Do you recognize the soul imprint on my brother?”
“Your Highness isn’t aware?” Braedy appeared surprised.
Braydon lightly shook his head, unfamiliar with identifying soul imprints.
“Your Highness,” Braedy responded frankly, “your brother must have been Lord Woodruff.
No one can replicate those divine and demon imprints on him.”
Following his gaze, Braydon observed the seemingly sleeping little fool, sprawled out and snoring, appearing carefree.Â
Who would have guessed Luke was Lord Woodruff of that generation?
“Demon imprint and divine imprint?” Braydon muttered softly.
“Yes, indeed.
Lord Woodruff possessed a divine-demon body, a divine by day and demon by night.
In the era of divines and demons coexisting, he wielded the divine-demon path and mastered the most formidable killing technique, the Divine-Demon Dagger!”
Braedy praised enthusiastically, excitement flickering in his eyes.Â
Lowering his voice, he continued, “Under Lord Woodruff’s leadership, he slaughtered the elites of all races and ascended to the universe’s apex.
When those elites beheld the Divine-Demon Dagger, they quaked in fear!”
