The Strongest War God

Chapter 1793: Idris Kalman Entering the Body Chapter 1793: Idris Kalman Entering the Body Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The wolf pack remained relatively quiet in the darkness.  Bedirhan Leitner quickly cast the Eight Gates Seal, which covered a radius of 30,000 miles, sealing off the entire area.  This technique could suppress all beings within its range, reducing their power by eight minor realms compared to his own.  If the opponent’s realm was higher, the effect would be significantly diminished.

The sudden appearance of the eight immense gates immediately alarmed the wolf pack.

“Human!” The wolves howled in response.

“Let’s get started.

I want to see how much progress the three of you have made!” Braydon Neal said, and in an instant, he launched his attack.

Their target was the most prominent figure—the alpha wolf.  The alpha stood atop the mountain, its body completely snow-white, with piercing dark eyes fixed on the intruders.

Other wild wolves tried to block their path.

“Get out of the way!” Braydon said coldly, his hand slicing through the air.  He dispatched them with a single strike, but without causing any unnecessary harm.  Their goal tonight was to capture, not to slaughter.

Braydon quickly eliminated seventeen wild wolves and ascended to the mountain peak.  There, he saw the alpha wolf transform into a young man.  He addressed him calmly, “Submit to me, and I’ll help you reach the peak in the future!” “Three void gods and a strange you barging into my territory and expecting me to submit?

Isn’t that absurd?” The fierce-looking young man retorted coldly before attacking.

Another battle between true gods began.

Braydon’s battle intent surged as he fought fiercely.  This young man was far stronger than the previous wolf pack leader Braydon had defeated.  He could sense that this individual was on the verge of breaking through the true god realm.

In a fierce battle under immense pressure, there was a high chance the young man might advance to a higher realm.  Braydon didn’t believe in leaving enemies alive.  He stood in the starry sky and summoned the full power of his Dharma Nation.

With 4,000 Dharma Idols already in place and 16,000 more ready to appear, the full might of his Dharma Idols was unleashed.

Braydon took a deep breath and said indifferently, “Idris Kalman!” Swoosh!

A figure emerged from the Dharma Nation.  Dressed in black and exuding an aura of dominance, he appeared as if he were a king.  The figure moved with a shadow-like grace, as though him from the past had come to life.

What was even more unsettling was that this figure spoke in human language, scanning his surroundings before declaring, “The remnants of the ancient gods?” “You didn’t finish the job back then,” Braydon replied calmly.

Idris’s expression hardened.

“Tonight, we’ll finish it thoroughly.

I’ll enter your body and reach my peak.

Are you ready for that?” “I’m not sure what my limits are, but if I overreach and harm my body, the ancient soul will suppress you,” Braydon said, drawing Idris into his body.

Idris didn’t hesitate.  The power of ten thousand generations was the cornerstone of Braydon’s strength.  Braydon was even more ruthless, using this power as a foundation to cultivate 100,000 Dharma Idols.

As Idris entered his body, Braydon’s demeanor shifted, becoming more imposing and forceful.

“A long-lost sense of familiarity,” he mused.

“Let’s go!” he added softly, turning to the wild youth.

“I hope I don’t have to kill you before you surrender.

It would be a shame.” “Who are you?” The young man, startled, took a few steps back and asked, “Which Idris Kalman are you?” “Is there another me in this world?” Braydon smiled faintly and launched his attack.

As he struck, it was the limit of what his current body could endure.  An illusory blade materialized in Braydon’s hand.  The sword was long, seven feet in length, radiating a terrifying aura.  It was the same sword that had once destroyed the Ancient Divine Realm.

“Blade of Destruction, are you the reincarnation of that person?” the fierce young man asked, his voice trembling with fear.

Braydon didn’t answer.  Instead, he drew his blade and slashed through the night.

The blade moved so swiftly that it cleaved through his body, severing the wild youth’s head from his neck.  His god soul was instantly ejected from his body.

“I surrender!” he cried out in fear, realizing that if he didn’t speak, both his body and soul would be obliterated.  Unbeknownst to him, this blade had not only cut through his body but also broken the seal of the eight gates.

Bedirhan’s face went pale, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his lips.  He looked at Braydon and smiled bitterly.

“Teacher’s talent is unmatched in history!” “Stop fawning.

I’m about to lose it!” Loki said, fighting off seven wild wolves at the void god realm.  Despite holding his ground against these seven gods, he was in need of help.  The cost and time required to heal and repair a damaged god body were substantial.

Femi Kabbah turned to assist.

“My eight gates were cut down, and I’m injured!” Bedirhan complained as they continued to fight at their peak.

As the three of them engaged, they were showcasing the progress they had made over the past hundred years.  Even combined, their abilities fell short compared to Braydon, whose combat prowess was particularly terrifying.  His strength could take down a true god with ease.  In the hundreds of competition zones outside, Braydon alone could dominate all of them.

They were individuals who could kill a true god in their youth.  Even against beings surpassing a true god, Braydon could retreat unscathed.  Among all the geniuses in the competition zone, who could match his confidence and combat strength?

Standing in the darkness, Braydon sheathed his sword, observing the god wolf souls that had surrendered.

“Make your wolf pack submit!” “Alright!” The fierce-looking young man was visibly terrified.  The legend of Idris’ reincarnation—the man who had annihilated the mother realm—had returned.  The fierce-looking young man had lost all will to fight.

The difference was immense!  Over 8,000 void god-level beings had been subdued.  Braydon glanced at Loki and had him enter his world.  Loki stored the wolf pack away and approached Braydon.

“Grand Master, a god mount commands an even higher price outside.

A living god mount is worth at least ten galaxies!” “Are you short of money?” Braydon asked, looking at Loki with a hint of surprise.  He seemed a bit greedy.  Despite being one of the strongest geniuses of the human race and likely a future leader of the Foreman lineage, he seemed concerned about finances.  The leaders of various lineages eventually became the chiefs, with the eight chiefs wielding the highest authority in the race.  The race would continually invest in nurturing such talent, so Loki should not lack money or resources.

“I was just mentioning it,” Loki replied softly.

“There’s no need to sell a god mount,” Braydon said, effectively shutting down Loki’s thoughts on the matter.

The four of them then moved on to other locations.  Over the course of a single night, they covered a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, destroying 19 wolf habitats.  They had subdued 130,000 void god-level beings and 15 true gods.

At dawn, Braydon frowned.

“Capturing small wolf packs is too slow.

If we can subdue a large wolf pack, it would be worth our effort for the night.” “The wolf king of a large pack is too formidable!” Bedirhan and the others smiled ruefully.

Braydon smiled faintly.

“Let’s go.

We’ll catch the wolf pack again when the opportunity arises.

For now, the competition outside and going to the Immortal Burial Ground are more pressing.”