The Strongest War God - Chapter 1328

Chapter 1328: A Mouse Trying to Bell the Cat

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Syon Janis led dozens of giants in forcefully closing the bronze door.

Old Devil Yanagi said calmly, “If we close the bronze door, we will extinguish all hope. Those children in the Northern Army are our only hope.”

The Northern Army men were their hope!

There were undoubtedly many things Old Devil Yanagi hadn’t mentioned.

A white-robed figure descended onto the South Pole Island.

It was Braydon Neal.

He had arrived!

Swoosh!

All eyes turned toward him.

Over the years, many of the prominent figures had heard tales of Braydon’s exploits.

They knew how formidable this young man was.

He had single-handedly vanquished the forces in the 16th ruin, orchestrating the collapse of both the Donta Imperial Dynasty and the Oracle Palace.

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With his remarkable deeds, Braydon invariably drew attention wherever he went.

“Grandpa, Teacher!” Braydon acknowledged the two elders with a nod.

“Braydon, whatever decision you make, the Neal family will stand by you unconditionally,” Graham Neal assured him with a fond gaze.

“What are your plans?” Old Devil Yanagi inquired, his gaze fixed on his most exceptional disciple.

All eyes turned to Braydon, awaiting his response.

“Hansworth has endured for thousands of years. We cannot allow our generation to be the ones to bring an end to this legacy.”

Standing before the bronze door, Braydon spoke softly, “There are 3,000 ruins. I cannot halt their advance. The Northern Army and I can only defend the 16th ruin and protect the safe zone. We must carve out a sanctuary for Hansworth’s people.

“In this battle, the men of the Northern Army are prepared to sacrifice their lives.”

…

The leaders gathered at the South Pole listened silently, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

Braydon’s words were directed solely at Finley Yanagi and his grandfather, disregarding the others present.

The assembled dignitaries were all individuals who had lived for centuries, some even reaching three to four hundred years of age.

In contrast, Braydon was merely in his twenties.

With the impending calamity looming, his options were limited.

The nation and its people faced grave peril, and Braydon was determined to do whatever he could.

As the various great empires and experts around the world chose to retreat in the face of the aborigines, Braydon stood firm, going against the current.

He understood that the bronze door couldn’t hold the aborigines for long; it was only a matter of time before they broke through.

The 16th ruin had to be opened up.

After a brief silence, under the watchful gaze of the assembled multitude, Braydon stepped forward and entered the bronze door.

“Braydon!” Graham Neal’s voice quivered with emotion.

“Braydon, do you comprehend the peril of this journey?”

Finley’s tone was stern and unyielding.

He was ruthless and uncompromising, but he had watched Braydon grow up, treating him like his own child.

Graham’s heart softened.

“Even if danger awaits, we must press forward,” Braydon replied softly.

“If you go, you may not return,” Finley interjected as soon as Braydon finished speaking.

Braydon turned around with a friendly smile, reminiscent of the boy next door.

“Then I’ll depart and won’t look back!”

With a swift movement, Braydon stepped through the bronze door and vanished from sight.

What was even more ominous was…

The 16th bronze door was sealed shut!

The bronze door could be closed from both inside and outside, but only those outside could open it.

With Braydon’s entry and closure of the door, communication with the outside world was cut off.

His sealing of the door signaled a commitment to fight to the death!

If he managed to conquer the 16th ruin…

When the ruins reopened, the Northern Army’s one million soldiers would welcome Hansworth’s disciples into the city.

Should Braydon fall in battle, he would remain interred in a foreign land forever.

“Every hill and valley bears the bones of loyal sons,” Braydon murmured softly as he shut the bronze door.

Little did he realize…

Above the 16th ancient city, where the bronze gate stood, the sky was cloaked in an overwhelming divine pressure.

Under this force, vegetation withered into dust.

How vast was the 16th ruin?

No one knew!

None could fathom the number of ruins and forbidden zones it contained.

However, all divine-level figures had already begun to exit the various forbidden areas, intent on reaching the outside world.

In the ruins, the sun and moon were but illusions, and stars gleamed like jewels.

Every divine sought to traverse to the outside realm to achieve their final breakthrough.

Within the 16th ancient city, waves of divine pressure cascaded outward, subduing all living creatures in its wake.

“Human, even if the bronze door shuts tight, it won’t hold me back!” A booming voice reverberated through the air.

The voice was thunderous, echoing with authority.

A spirit beast spoke fluently in human language.

It resembled an earth dragon, its colossal body stretching a thousand meters long.

It was a divine-level spirit beast, towering in stature and strength.

Among creatures of its rank, spirit beasts boasted robust physiques, inherently superior to humans.

Spirit beasts were also classified as demon beasts.

In total, there were thirteen divine-level demon beasts, each exuding an aura of dread.

Thirteen imposing divine-level demon beasts.

Accompanying them were fifteen aboriginal divine-level experts, their presence equally intimidating.

Amidst the assembly stood a colossal plant demon, a towering locust tree that soared three thousand meters into the sky, resembling a colossal pillar.

Seven plant demon divines were among them.

In total, there were 35 divine-level beings, all hailing from various forbidden zones.

Unwavering in their intent, they converged at the bronze door, destined for the outside world.

Despite the bronze door sealing shut, it failed to stir their ire.

These creatures had already devised methods to dismantle the barrier.

To them, the closure of the bronze door was inconsequential.

Their true constraint lay in the thousand-year imperial decree!

Crafted by the Seventh Sovereign Lord, the decree loomed over them, regardless of the Seventh Sovereign Lord’s fate.

The scars inflicted by the Seventh Sovereign Lord’s actions lingered within the ruins, a testament to its enduring impact.

A millennium had elapsed.

The 3,000 ruins had endured a long wait.

The divine-level figures of that era had either perished or suffered injuries, their lifespans having long expired.

Those reigning over the 3,000 ruins now were newly minted divines born within the past millennium.

This time, they were determined to venture into the outside world.

No force could impede their resolve!

Even if a peerless figure akin to the Seventh Sovereign Lord emerged in the outside world, adversaries within the ruins remained steadfast.

At this moment, the 35 divine-level figures exuded cold, inhuman gazes, their aura saturated with the stench of bloodshed.

Meanwhile, deep within the Spirit Sea, a devilish young man sat serenely in meditation.

Gideon Zavala approached him, brandishing a bronze mirror—a spirit artifact that flawlessly projected scenes of the 16th ancient city.

“Aren’t you going to take a look?” Gideon inquired. “You’ll have to contend with 35 divine-level characters.”

“I was forewarned when I assaulted the 16th ruin,” replied the devilish young man, Constantine Siegel, his demeanor unruffled.

Gideon understood that the Spirit Sea concealed myriad enigmas and secrets, existing since the ancient era of Divine Lord Jordan Neal.

Even then, Jordan had been unable to penetrate its depths.

The Spirit Sea remained shrouded in mystery, claiming the lives of all who dared trespass.

Furthermore, its denizens refrained from engaging with the outside world, rendering it an enigmatic realm beyond the world’s ken.

“If even you seem unconcerned,” remarked Gideon helplessly. “I fear he may meet his end at the hands of those ancient beings.”