HBWnovel Chapter 1315: I’ll Take You Home
Chapter 1315: I’ll Take You Home
Chapter 1315: I’ll Take You Home
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The martial arts banished immortal, renowned for his prowess, wielded ultimate thunder in his left hand and ultimate wind in his right—a deadly combination capable of vanquishing gods and deities alike.
When an emperor attained mastery over these ultimate powers, they would ascend to the extreme emperor path, enabling them to challenge even divine-level adversaries.
Such power, however, was perilous, feared even by divine-level characters.
With a relentless onslaught, the martial arts banished immortal subdued Levar Yengo and the three royal lords, showcasing its formidable might.
The ancient martial arts banished immortal was even more formidable.
As it pressed forward, 3,000 imperial paths materialized behind it, amplifying its strength to rival that of a divine-level entity.
Half the ruins’ heavenly power seemed at its beck and call, further augmented by the infusion of the 3,000 paths’ might.
Moments prior, the ancient martial arts banished immortal shattered the divine pill of quasi-divine Berko Yengo with a single punch—an act of terrifying power that reverberated throughout his being.
Undeterred, the ancient martial arts banished immortal struck again, targeting Berko once more.
Berko, already grievously wounded, recognized the dread embodied by the ancient martial arts banished immortal, the embodiment of the human emperor path.
With a desperate resolve, he turned and fled, his speed remarkable even in his weakened state.
Meanwhile, Braydon Neal’s attention shifted.
With a subtle gesture, he summoned forth a formidable weapon—the God Slaying Bow.
In an instant, he drew back the bowstring, a golden arrow materializing between his fingers like the crescent moon.
With the appearance of the bow and arrow came a collective gasp from the aboriginal emperors, their terror palpable.
“God Slaying Bow!”
The utterance sent shivers down their spines.
In a swift motion, the bowstring thrummed, propelling the golden arrow forward.
It traversed the expanse, piercing through the very fabric of heaven and earth.
In the distance, Berko sensed a chilling presence creeping up from behind.
Startled and incensed, he whirled around, unleashing a torrent of True Yuan energy.
His blood-colored true essence barrier seemed impenetrable, but the origin of the God Slaying Bow could not be overlooked—it was crafted by none other than Divine Lord Jordan Neal himself, specifically designed to counter adversaries like Berko.
The golden arrow effortlessly breached the true essence barrier, piercing through Berko’s chest and striking the divine pill within.
Their invasion had sparked a merciless response from Braydon and his comrades, resulting in countless casualties among the Northern Army ranks.
Standing before the city gate, Braydon surveyed the scene, his gaze falling upon the severed head of Kayla Foust retrieved by Juneau Haines.
With solemn reverence, he issued a directive.
“Bring her remains back to Hansworth and lay her to rest beneath Mount Bliz, honored as a deputy commander of the Northern Army,” he uttered softly.
Cole Colbie and his comrades, bloodied and stunned, absorbed Braydon’s words.
Such an action would set an unprecedented precedent in the history of the Northern Army—a testament to Kayla’s valor as the first female soldier to fall in battle.
Amidst the somber atmosphere, the bodies of countless fallen Northern Army soldiers awaited transportation back to their homeland. Amidst the chaos and carnage, the resolve to survive burned fiercely within each soldier’s heart.
Braydon surveyed the corpses sprawled below the city walls, his gaze lingering as he spoke softly, “While I couldn’t bring you away from here in life, I will ensure you return to the Northern Army in death.”
That night, tens of thousands of male bodies were carried away from the battlefield—a grim testament to the brutality of the ruins and the horrors of war.
The injured and maimed, too numerous to count, bore witness to the relentless carnage inflicted by the conflict.
As the conflict raged on, Frediano Jadanza and his companions suffered heavy injuries due to the relentless assaults from the three royal dynasties.
Braydon arranged for their evacuation, providing them with the opportunity to recuperate, including Frediano.
With the devastation wrought upon the three royal dynasties and the loss of over a hundred emperors, the likelihood of a large-scale retaliation from the Donta Imperial Dynasty seemed remote.
The elites of the three royal dynasties had perished, leaving them vulnerable to further aggression unless Donta Imperial City intervened.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Donta Imperial City, Gideon Zavala’s dramatic arrival with the ninth imperial lord sent shockwaves through the city.
Clad in black, Gideon’s commanding presence carried an air of dominance as he addressed the city, his words ringing with authority.
“The young master of the Ancestral Land has yet to ascend to the divine level. Should you dare send another divine to harass him, I will obliterate your dynasty of an 80,000-mile radius and slaughter a hundred thousand Donta imperial family members!”
Gideon’s resonant voice echoed throughout the imperial city, commanding attention from all who heard it.
Before anyone could react, his hand rose, descending upon the ninth imperial lord with ominous intent.
With a single palm, the divine’s skin split, his body on the verge of being rent asunder.
“You’re exceedingly audacious, fellow cultivator Zavala!” An aged voice interjected faintly.
In a flash, an elderly figure, nearly bald, materialized beside them.
Undeterred, Gideon met the challenge head-on, unflinching in the face of confrontation.
The two adversaries seemed evenly matched in strength, their clash sending shockwaves through the air.
Discarded like refuse, the ninth imperial lord lay at Gideon’s feet, while the old man, despite exchanging blows, bore signs of fatigue, his weathered visage betraying the toll of battle.
“Yasini Yengo, scion of the fifth generation of the Donta imperial family, still lives,” Gideon stated coldly, his gaze unwavering.