The Strongest War God - Chapter 1352 - Chapter 1352: Undying Snake Technique

Chapter 1352: Undying Snake Technique

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A portion of his talent had been siphoned away by the trio, with all his accumulated knowledge and skills divvied among them.

As the primary entity, Braydon Neal naturally held sway over the three.

When their powers merged, it manifested as Braydon’s most formidable state, unleashing a terrifying battle—a divine battle transcending the boundaries of extreme divines.

The dread instilled by the residual soul of the nine-headed snake surpassed even Braydon and his allies’ expectations.

Accompanied by a chilling wind, the remnant soul launched an assault, toppling the projection of the human emperor and dispersing the time domain.

Both the ancient martial arts banished immortal and Green Lotus suffered injuries in the onslaught—such was the sheer terror of the snake’s fragmented soul.

It was daunting to contemplate the level of cultivation the creature had attained in its prime, considering the havoc wreaked by its mere remnant soul.

Relying on instinctive strength, it overpowered the banished immortals with ease, its ferocity unmatched.

As the remnant soul surged toward Luther Carden, Braydon’s expression shifted in alarm.

“Star Tower!” he cried out urgently, summoning the protective barrier to shield Luther from the impending threat.

With a swift motion, the remnant soul of the snake crashed against Star Tower, forcefully diverting it aside.

In the ensuing chaos, the fragmented soul managed to infiltrate Luther’s body.

In an instant, Luther’s life force underwent a drastic change, his form shrouded in ominous black yin Qi.

Shocked and incensed, Braydon moved to retaliate, but before he could act, the martial arts banished immortal intervened, striking out with a decisive blow.

His palm crackled with the potent energy of ultimate yang thunder, a force specifically attuned to subduing such malevolent entities.

A sphere of this radiant thunder enveloped Luther’s form, its power carefully calibrated to avoid harming him; instead, it nullified the effects of the remnant soul within.

Within Luther’s body, the remnant soul of the nine-headed snake emitted a spine-chilling shriek, eliciting a pained reaction from Luther herself.

“Brother!” he exclaimed weakly, his eyes flashing with agony as he begged him to stop.

“Luther!” Braydon’s heart swelled with relief upon hearing his feeble voice. “The remnant soul carries memories from across the stars,” Luther continued, his voice barely audible but resolute.

This revelation presented an unprecedented opportunity.

The nine-headed snake had been a formidable entity in its prime—a fact corroborated by the artifact spirit of Star Tower.

“Among the snake race, the Nine-headed Demonic Snake reigns supreme,” the artifact spirit explained. “It is rare and endowed with generations of inherited memories. Should you assimilate these, you would be the master of snakes.”

An entity revered even by the artifact spirit—a testament to its unparalleled significance.

Luther resolved to seize this opportunity, to personally absorb the legacy contained within the remnant soul of the nine-headed snake.

With bated breath, Braydon and his companions observed as the martial arts banished immortal delved into the mysteries of ultimate yin thunder, dedicating seven days to his study.

Throughout this period, Luther’s condition fluctuated between moments of agony and tranquility, until finally, with the dissipation of the cold wind outside, he stirred from his slumber, consciousness returning to him.

As he stirred from his slumber, a distinctly yang aura emanated from within him, his eyes now bearing vertical pupils—a striking transformation.

His aura surged, breaking through the confines of his previous cultivation level, propelling him into the divine realm.

With it came the condensation of the divine pill, the shattering of the imperial path, and the nurturing of the chains of order—a profound evolution.

A nine-headed snake mark materialized on Luther’s chest, a symbol of the formidable inheritance he had acquired.

“Braydon, inquire if he has attained the supreme legacy of the snake entity—the Undying Snake Technique,” urged the Artifact Spirit.

Before Braydon could utter a word, Luther transmitted a telepathic message: “Brother, I’ve acquired the Undying Snake Technique from the nine-headed snake’s memories. In dire situations, I can shed my skin, rejuvenating myself. After a period of dormancy, I can emerge even stronger.”

But the terrifying potential of the Undying Snake Technique didn’t end there.

It could also facilitate breakthroughs during impassable bottlenecks, allowing for advancement to higher levels after molting and hibernating—a cultivation technique of unparalleled power.

Without delay, Luther provided Braydon with a copy of the inherited memories, showcasing the bond of brotherhood that surpassed all material wealth.

Meanwhile, Luke Yates rushed over, embracing Luther with joy.

“Luther, you’re alive!” Luke exclaimed.

Amidst the reunion, Luther inquired about the bronze door, learning of Braydon’s confrontation with the divine-level figures—an encounter that left only Rayha Qhobela standing, the rest vanquished by Braydon’s hand.

The 16th ruin no longer posed a threat; as of today, it belonged to the Northern Army.

With this announcement, a collective sigh of relief swept through the gathered assembly, each individual’s tense muscles finally loosening as they breathed easier.

Over the past ten months, an immense weight had pressed down on them, stifling their every breath.

Despite the defense of Zunde Royal City, the unresolved issue with the bronze doors loomed large, casting a shadow over their efforts.

“Prepare to send our fallen comrades home,” Braydon murmured softly from the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the countless corpses littering the city.

More than 300,000 soldiers from the Northern Army had perished in the conflict, enduring unimaginable pressure throughout.

Now, with the war drawing to a close, even the most audacious extreme divines would hesitate to provoke the Northern Army.

Braydon’s formidable exploits had solidified his reputation—a third-level emperor realm warrior who had vanquished all 34 divine-level adversaries.

Simultaneously, Braydon gestured, producing seven divine-level plants from his storage ring—the old willow tree, the ancient locust tree, the divine sunflower, the nine twisting snake cypress, an orchid, and a black vine.

Each towering over a thousand meters, these divine plant demons harbored potent essences of vegetation.

With these resources at his disposal, Braydon could extract ample healing essences, sufficient to tend to all the wounded.

Braydon’s directive was clear: “The plant essence from these divine-level plant demons can regenerate limbs and heal any injury. Distribute it to the soldiers. With the war nearing its end, I pray that the survivors can return home intact to reunite with their families.”

“Understood, sir!” responded Jonah Shaw and the others promptly, taking charge of the task.

As darkness descended, Braydon set out towards the direction of the bronze door, the black Qilin flag fluttering in the breeze as the Northern Army followed suit.

They solemnly escorted the coffins, forming a somber procession.

Typically, the ruins would come alive with demon beasts reveling in the night, posing a significant threat.

Yet, on this occasion, the night remained eerily still, devoid of any disturbances.

The mere presence of a colossal, mountain-sized head—a relic of an extreme divine creature, the giant ape—hung at the forefront of the procession, acting as a formidable deterrent to any would-be assailants.

Braydon, sword in hand and hands clasped behind his back, led the Northern Army sons, with the black-armored teenager Sorrell Neal trailing behind him.

“Brother,” Sorrell said, “with this battle won, the 16th ruin will enjoy stability for the next hundred years. Millions of displaced children have found refuge here. How do we ensure their future?”

“We can offer them protection for a time by establishing a martial arts school and imparting martial skills,” Braydon replied, his gaze focused on the horizon. “But we cannot shield them indefinitely.”

He understood that the 16th ruin provided the safest haven, but with the looming opening of the 3,000 bronze doors, the outside world would become the largest battlefield imaginable.

During this period, the 16th ruin would indeed provide safety and security.

However, for the children who had sought refuge here, residing permanently was out of the question.

Learning martial arts became an imperative necessity; survival in the ruins hinged upon it.

Without strength, mere survival was a lofty aspiration.

Braydon had made his intentions clear, and Luther and the others took note.

When the time came, they would personally oversee the implementation of this plan.