Chapter 1792 Slaying Over a Thousand Gods
Chapter 1792: Slaying Over a Thousand Gods Chapter 1792: Slaying Over a Thousand Gods Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The eight gates opened simultaneously, surrounding him just like Bedirhan Leitner’s. Eight gates encircled his body.
“Fall!” Braydon Neal commanded, pointing in all directions.
Boom!
The eight ancient gates instantly grew to tens of thousands of miles in height, landing within a radius of 80,000 miles.
“Seal!” Braydon uttered again.
The word ‘seal’ echoed, and the surrounding tens of thousands of miles were locked down. Not a single black wolf could escape. Divine blood splattered across the sky as the white-robed figure wielded the Soul Slaying Sword. With a single stroke, the black wolves fell, their godlike status reduced to nothing more than that of pigs and dogs in Braydon’s eyes. He had slain over a thousand so-called gods by himself! Even a true god could be killed—what were pseudo-gods to him?
It was a long, lonely night.
In the distance, a young man appeared, seemingly riding a massive wave. He looked toward the eight gates in the distance and said bitterly, “The technique my teacher created far surpasses mine.
He sealed 80,000 miles at the great fulfillment eternal realm.
When I was in the spirit body realm, I didn’t push myself to this extent.
Now that I’ve reached the void god realm, I can only cultivate the eight gates to this level!” The speaker was Bedirhan Leitner, now a god himself.
Braydon had spent a hundred years cultivating the Undying Snake Technique. During that time, Bedirhan, Loki Foreman, and Femi Kabbah had all ascended to godhood. Their efforts bore fruit within a century, while Braydon’s dedication remained unmatched.
Bedirhan, seeing the commotion from afar, realized that his teacher had emerged from seclusion. No one else in the world could wield the Eight Gates Seal besides him and his teacher. This was Lukyan Flerov’s technique!
As Bedirhan arrived, he saw the land stained with rivers of golden blood. Shocked, he bowed with cupped hands, saying, “Greetings, Teacher.
Congratulations!” “Summon Loki and Femi back.
There’s something I need to do, and you’ll accompany me.
When the time comes, we’ll leave together!” After finishing off the black wolves, Braydon waved his hand and collected their corpses. These were the bodies of gods, useful for refining pills or even forging weapons.
“I’ve already informed them,” Bedirhan replied respectfully.
“They’re on their way.” Braydon looked at his student and asked with concern, “You’ve endured a lot these years, haven’t you?” Bedirhan smiled bitterly.
“At first, there were gods everywhere here.
We often encountered true gods.
Loki and I had to keep a low profile, absorbing divine power slowly, refining our spirit bodies, and then breaking through the bottleneck.” “The universe is vast, with countless geniuses.
It’s good for you to remain humble.” Braydon understood that humans weren’t the only beings in the universe. Other alien races had also nurtured many true beasts. For instance, the demon race and those with special demon bodies were born strong and should not be underestimated.
As for the saint race, they were technically a type of demon race. However, among the saint lords were the nine-tailed fox, pure-blooded Qilin, undying phoenix, pure-blooded dragon, and so on. These beings didn’t consider themselves lowly demons but rather called themselves the saint race. But in Braydon’s eyes, they were still just demons.
To Braydon, anyone who wasn’t human was an outsider, an alien. And outsiders who offended their superiors deserved to be beheaded!
Braydon, who had cultivated for tens of thousands of generations and possessed memories stretching back to the immemorial era, believed that the human race was the leader of all races, with all others being inferior. How could they be compared to the human race? The fact that their descendants had allowed these tribes to rise above them was a disgrace to their ancestors!
As Braydon instructed Bedirhan, Loki, and Femi arrived at the same time.
“Grand Master!” Loki bowed.
“Teacher!” Femi bowed.
Braydon looked at them, now all gods, and nodded.
“Let’s go.
Accompany me to catch some mounts!” “Catch mounts?” Loki was stunned.
Braydon walked forward with his hands behind his back and said to the three behind him, “The Northern Army cavalry was once the best in the world.
Now that we’ve entered the starry sky, the horses of the past have been left behind in their homeland.
As the commander, I should restore the power of the cavalry!” “Understood!” They all grasped what Braydon meant: he intended to capture a large number of gods to serve as mounts. Specifically, he wanted the gods of this world to become the mounts of the Northern Army, and he needed about eight million of them. It was a staggering number.
“You’ve been in this world for a hundred years.
You should be familiar with the surroundings, right?” Braydon asked.
“Yes.
What kind of beast group does Teacher want to capture?” Bedirhan asked.
“Wolves are fierce,” Braydon said softly.
“They have a high level of teamwork, making them very suitable for a large army charge.” “Grand Master, aren’t you going to consider the tiger tribe or the dragon tribe?” Loki suggested, revealing his cunning nature. The tiger and the alternative dragon were born extraordinary, with traces of the saint race’s bloodline, making their combat strength far superior to other beasts of the same level.
Braydon considered it.
“The tiger is the king of all beasts.
Who dares to provoke him?
A lone tiger is far superior to a lone wolf, but capturing them on a large scale will be difficult.” “I know of a beast horde with more than a hundred thousand of them!” Loki immediately offered.
Bedirhan’s face paled.
“That’s the Tiger Leaping Pool.
There are more than a thousand of them who have surpassed the true god realm, and dozens at even higher realms.
The tiger king is especially terrifying!” Braydon’s expression remained unchanged. Charging in there would be sheer folly—nothing short of suicide.
“Let’s focus on how to catch the wolves!” Braydon shook his head.
“Grand Master, if the wolf pack doesn’t exceed 10,000, the alpha wolf is likely at the true god realm.
If there are more than 10,000, the alpha wolf is likely an existence beyond the true body realm.
They won’t be easy to provoke!” Loki, well-acquainted with the area, warned.
He had many thoughts about the beast groups, and for a simple reason: gods were abundant here, whether they were demon beasts or plant demons that had become spirits. Killing one and taking it to the outside world could be exchanged for a wealth of cultivation resources. Only Braydon could lead them to such a place, and once they returned to the outside world, they wouldn’t find another like it.
Loki, eager to capitalize on this opportunity, wanted to kill some void god realm demon beasts to trade for money. However, the reality was disappointing—those beasts were too formidable to challenge.
Braydon frowned slightly. Capturing eight million mounts was indeed a daunting task, one that would require significant time and effort.
“Let’s try to capture some first,” Braydon said after some thought.
“No problem!” Loki responded, pulling out a map he had drawn, highlighting hundreds of red areas. Each marked the location of beast groups that were best avoided, as they were home to beings surpassing the true god realm. Charging into these areas recklessly could easily lead to death.
After careful consideration, the four of them settled on a location: deep within the forest of black wolves to the east. There were about 8,000 void god-level wild wolves living in packs, led by a true god. However, that true god was on the verge of breaking through, and if he did, handling him would become far more challenging.
“Let’s go and take a look,” Braydon said, leaping into the air. The other three followed closely behind. Though they were nearly 20,000 miles away, their cultivation levels allowed them to arrive in just a few breaths.