Chapter 1791 I am the Lord of the Night
Chapter 1791: I am the Lord of the Night Chapter 1791: I am the Lord of the Night Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The feminine-looking young man didn’t seem to grasp what Braydon Neal was planning. Braydon shifted the conversation, murmuring, “If we can recruit the wolf demon tribe and make them our mounts, we could revive the Northern Army cavalry.” “What did you say?” The feminine-looking young man was furious, a faint golden light radiating from his body. Divine might spread through the air, making him seem like the most powerful god in the world.
Braydon smiled at him.
“I said I want to make you my mounts.
What do you think?” “Tear him apart!” The feminine-looking young man had tried to suppress his beastly nature, but Braydon’s words struck a nerve. Demons despised humans for refining pills and weapons, but they especially loathed any mention of being used as mounts. To them, it was a grave insult.
After all, these demons were gods in their own right. With intelligence came an understanding of honor and disgrace.
In an instant, the black wolves moved like phantoms, and golden flames surged from all directions. Creatures of the void god realm ignited their divine fire, capable of burning anything in their path.
“Kill them,” Braydon said calmly, standing with his hands behind his back. His voice was serene, but it carried immense weight.
Nine figures in white descended from the sky—the nine supremes. Each figure unleashed terrifying power. The first one wielded the Northern King Sword, and wherever the blade reached, the divine fire retreated, and wolves fell like rain. Golden blood splattered across the ground, and the howls of the wolves were relentless, mournful, and terrifying.
The nine butchered the wolves in an instant.
“Stop!” The feminine-looking young man was shocked and enraged. He couldn’t stand by as his underlings suffered such heavy casualties—it would undermine his rule.
The feminine-looking young man charged at Braydon’s original body, knowing the clones posed no real threat. Once Braydon was defeated, the clones would naturally dissipate. He could tell that Braydon possessed a powerful inheritance, likely a forbidden technique that split one into nine, each as strong as the original—a terrifying power even within the demon race.
A true god, surrounded by golden light, rushed forward.
“Nine supremes, return to one!” Braydon said with a faint smile.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The nine supremes had been crafted for this very moment. Braydon had long intended to challenge a true god. With 4,000 Dharma Idols, he had the strength of a 13th level void god realm cultivator; Braydon was nearly invincible. But could the technique allow him to challenge a true god?
Tonight, Braydon had come out of seclusion to find out.
As the nine supremes merged into one, Braydon’s aura became even more overwhelming, surpassing that of the alpha wolf.
“What kind of technique is this?” the feminine man asked, shocked and furious.
“Forbidden technique, Divine-Slaying Strike!” Braydon responded, using a human technique—the Divine-Slaying Strike.
The most terrifying aspect of the Divine-Slaying Strike was its specific targeting of gods. A trace of a special power surrounded Braydon’s fingertip as the battle between true gods erupted in full force.
The wolf pack was terrified, cowering on the ground and whimpering. Within tens of thousands of miles, vegetation turned to ash, and the earth was scorched. The two figures, shining bright in the dark night, were like the golden sun and the white moon—Braydon, the white moon; the alpha wolf, the golden sun.
In the battle, Braydon wasn’t at a disadvantage. With each slash, he became more terrifying. Every move, every step, turned the world around him into sharp swords, each one carrying the Divine-Slaying Strike.
With a whistling sound, millions of swords filled the night sky, unmatched in their deadly precision. The alpha wolf was gravely injured.
Braydon fought with unrelenting fury, standing in the dark night, his voice echoing with the power of heaven.
“The dark night endures forever.
I am its ruler.
Tonight, I will kill the gods.
Is that alright?” Under the Spirit Summoning Art, divine power turned into a funnel, pouring madly into Braydon’s body.
At the void god level, those who ignited their divine fire were considered pseudo-gods. Only true gods could truly be called gods.
Divine power poured down as Braydon gathered it into his palm, forming a golden scimitar. He slashed at the sky and roared wildly, “Slay the gods!” This technique was known as the god-slaying strike created by Idris Kalman. In the past, the human race had created the divine-slaying strike specifically to kill gods. The god-slaying strike was no different—a technique just as deadly. He was as powerful as Lukyan Flerov, a ruthless figure who had destroyed the Ancient Divine Realm. His book instilled endless fear throughout the universe.
Braydon unleashed this killing technique in the dead of night. The golden blade light pierced through the netherworld. With a single slash, he beheaded the wolf, cutting through its god body. The two-headed god wolf was severely injured, his body ravaged by an overwhelming brute force, leaving only his soul in the dark night.
“Why you!” The alpha wolf was terrified.
“Submit to my blade, and I’ll grant you an opportunity,” Braydon said indifferently, holding the golden sword in his left hand.
This was a chance—a chance to live.
The alpha wolf’s eyes were filled with reluctance. It didn’t want to submit to a human, but its body had been sliced in half. The next slash would surely destroy its god soul. The alpha faced two choices: escape and turn its cultivation into an imprint for the cycle of reincarnation to re-cultivate in the next life, or submit to this youth.
The alpha wolf gritted its teeth, preparing to escape. But Braydon saw through its plan and calmly said, “You didn’t seem to understand that slash just now.
You’re still too young to recognize Idris Kalman’s technique!” “Idris Kalman?” The alpha wolf’s pupils contracted in fear.
That name was forever a taboo in this world. No one could mention it. Whoever did would face death!
Here, the hatred between beasts and humans wasn’t so profound. Everyone was born as gods and could be considered of the same kind.
It was this mindset that had angered Idris in the past. He had wiped out all the god tribes and destroyed the Ancient Divine Realm. So what if they were gods? Gods were still humans! People were born noble, and in the ancient era, humans were at the peak of power, while demons were merely beasts.
After the evolution of the myriad races, the humans and demons had developed a deep-seated blood feud over generations. Back then, when the two races went to full-scale war, the gods of the Ancient Divine Realm had actually allied with the demons, betraying their own kind. How could Idris tolerate that? He destroyed the Ancient Divine Realm without hesitation!
To the remnants of the Ancient Divine Realm, Idris was nothing short of a terrifying Demon King.
“Who are you to Idris, the one who destroyed the mother realm?” the alpha wolf’s god soul asked in horror.
“A past I don’t want to talk about,” Braydon replied, glancing at him. He raised his sword and asked, “Are you willing to submit?” If he didn’t submit, the second slash would sever his soul.
The alpha wolf’s god soul wavered. He didn’t want to submit to humans and live as a slave for the rest of his life. So, he decided to escape! Once the idea took root, he was determined to gamble on it. His god soul turned into light and fled.
“There’s a technique to kill gods, and it’s called the soul-chasing technique,” Braydon said softly as he waved his sword.
The golden sword in his hand transformed into a stream of light, moving with terrifying speed. The blade became a flash of light and slashed horizontally.
In an instant, the sword light swept over.
“No!” The alpha wolf’s god soul screamed in terror.
Swoosh!
The sword slashed through the god soul.
With a single slash, it effortlessly sliced through. His god soul shattered into palm-sized fragments, destroying both body and soul.
The wolves, terrified, fled in all directions.
Braydon had no interest in the thousand wolves before him. He sought eight million mounts; a mere thousand void god-realm black wolves were useless to him. The news about Idris couldn’t be allowed to spread, so the outcome was inevitable.
Braydon stepped forward and softly said, “Eight Gates Seal!” It was a long-lost forbidden technique, one he had once mastered. There were eight gates within his body.