Chapter 1848 Young Lord Qilin
Chapter 1848: Young Lord Qilin Chapter 1848: Young Lord Qilin Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The three factions supported him. Isildur controlled the human race’s military and chose to back Trevon Neal, meaning this race war was inevitable.
The third body chuckled. No one knows their son better than their father! If Trevon already held the highest authority in the race…
The third body laughed and lifted his left foot, his aura surging once more. His soft voice boomed like thunder across the 37 demon regions, “You animals, how dare you cause trouble!” “Bastard!” The roar was filled with killing intent as a creature at the ultimate peak realm charged forward. It was a ferocious being, the golden mythical lion-dragon, which covered the sky and blotted out the sun. Its hands could grasp stars, and it was seething with monstrous rage.
This was the same creature that had injured the third body before. Despite his injuries still not fully healed, the third body chose to reveal himself again—for his son, Trevon.
The third body placed his right hand behind his back and slightly raised his left hand, summoning a sword. The Universe Shattering Sword! An eon artifact capable of destroying both god bodies and souls.
Seventeen icy demon territories. The stars were obliterated! The Zerg Army that covered the sky and earth was annihilated with a single sword strike. The slaughter was swift, shocking, and over in the blink of an eye. To experts, living beings were like grass.
The golden mythical lion-dragon descended, transforming into a golden-haired man. He clashed with the third body, destroying more than 10,000 stars in the process. Countless demon armies were reduced to ashes.
The situation was quickly reported back to human headquarters.
Trevon sat in the hall, silent for a long time after reading the report. Suddenly, he spoke, “Father must have guessed that I was the one behind this setup!” “Hmm?” “Your father’s third crippled body didn’t pay any attention to us,” Isildur said, surprised. In other words, the race didn’t know what the third body was planning. The third body shouldn’t have known the race’s strategy either.
Trevon smiled at this. He looked at Isildur and calmly said, “When I was young, I didn’t understand how terrifying my father was.
It wasn’t until I ascended to the capital’s palace that I began to understand many things.
Only then did I realize how powerful my father was—and how terrifying the Northern Army truly is!” “Let me put it this way: I’m not as good as Uncle Yuri and the others, and even all of them combined aren’t as cunning as Uncle Luther.
But three Uncle Luthers together still aren’t as good as my father!” “Any commander of the Northern Army could have anticipated the layout of today’s battle,” Trevon said honestly. The ruthless people of the Northern Army were not simple.
“Your father guessed everything.
But wouldn’t his sudden actions disrupt the plan?” Isildur asked, frowning.
“No, my real concern is that the demons might increase the pressure on us because of Father’s actions.
Can we really handle the demon army they send our way?” Trevon looked at Isildur, his concern evident.
Even though many things had been planned, no plan is without flaws. There would be unexpected events, especially in a race war where so many factors are uncertain.
After a moment of silence, Isildur spoke.
“Don’t worry too much about the rest. As long as the demon army bites and charges in, whether they’re peak demons or anything else, they’ll never return!” “Can we actually trap the peak-stage demons in the cycle of reincarnation?” Trevon asked, narrowing his eyes.
“We have our own foundations!” Isildur’s voice was filled with killing intent and absolute confidence. Every race in the universe had its own methods and secrets, especially the human race. How could they not have ways to protect themselves?
Trevon stood up and walked to the palace door, standing with his hands behind his back as he gazed into the distance.
“Father’s intervention has focused the demon race’s attention on the 37 demon regions.
When the time comes, there will definitely be a hundred peak demons crossing into our realm!” With more than a hundred of them at the peak, it would be nearly impossible to contain them all. Only an eon artifact could eliminate a peak expert so decisively—first cutting off the body, then the soul, and sealing it away completely. If even one were to reincarnate and regain their power, it would be a huge problem!
Isildur pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, “My race has an eon artifact!” “Hmm?” Trevon was surprised. The outside world believed the human race had no eon artifacts. Why was there suddenly one now?
“The Hall of Fame venerates the weapons of our ancestors!” Elder Levine announced as he approached the peak, a sword case strapped to his back.
“These weapons have accompanied our ancestors through countless battles.
If the artifact spirits within them awaken, it will be as if our ancestors themselves have returned.” Elder Levine spoke of the fearsome power housed within the Hall of Fame. It wasn’t just for show; it was one of the foundations of their race.
“Elder Levine, the item you’re carrying is…” Isildur stood up, respectfully cupping his hands.
“Our race has existed in the universe for countless eras.
Many remarkable individuals have been born among us.
Some of our ancestors shunned power, choosing instead to live in seclusion in the mountains.
When I was young, I wandered into the Morning Star Stellar Realm and accidentally stumbled upon the place where one such ancestor passed away,” Elder Levine explained the origin of the sword case.
That ancestor, at the peak of his power, had almost transcended, but he failed at the final step. During the critical moment of his transcendence, he was attacked by an old enemy. He ultimately failed and passed away in his own mansion. Whether the ancestor’s soul entered the cycle of reincarnation remained unknown, but he left behind a legacy—his weapons, now contained within this sword case.
Isildur seemed to realize something as Elder Levine removed the box from his shoulder and opened it.
Swoosh! Seven cold lights shot into the sky, sending a chill even through Isildur. Seven ancient swords lay quietly in their sheaths.
“A pseudo eon artifact?” Trevon asked in shock as he looked over.
“After being refined, they can rival eon artifacts,” Isildur confirmed with a nod.
“The race war has already begun,” Elder Levine said solemnly.
“We must summon our ancestral weapons to protect our human descendants from their enemies!” Each of the seven swords was a pseudo eon artifact. In the hands of a peak expert, they could decisively finish off a powerful opponent, cutting off the body and destroying the soul in an instant.
As they discussed, the latest battle report arrived. A young man, dressed in white but stained with blood, was fighting in the 37 regions of the demon race, dominating the battlefield. No creature from the demon race could stand against him.
The golden mythical lion-dragon had one of its arms severed by the white-robed youth. With the appearance of a young man, he slaughtered so many demon experts that they didn’t dare to approach. Everyone recognized him—Braydon Neal’s third body. It was the reincarnation of the leader from 30,000 years ago. He was back!
As the third body withdrew, the human army, facing the demon forces, began to retreat—orderly and controlled. Meanwhile, the 37 demon armies advanced step by step, crossing the defense line that had held for hundreds of thousands of years, pushing deep into human territory. The northern and western regions were now under demon invasion.
The demon race was not without its own prodigies. At the entrance of an ancient temple, a young man with a Qilin horn on his head bowed deeply.
“I, Zalyz Baar of the Qilin saint race, am here to pay my respects!” “Young Lord Qilin is here.
What a rare guest!” In the core area of the demon race, the ancient palace was filled with peak creatures. They paid little attention to Zalyz himself; their true interest lay in the Qilin race—a bloodline of immense power within the saint race. The Qilin, true phoenix, white tiger, dragon, and others were all rulers among the saint race.