The Strongest War God-Chapter 1275 - : He Killed and Destroyed the Hall of Edicts
Chapter 1275: He Killed and Destroyed the Hall of Edicts
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Now, it appeared that what Braydon Neal had witnessed in the past was merely a façade put on by these elders!
Liam Neal, clad in a long robe, also wielded a sword.
The three-foot-long blade mirrored Louis Neal’s weapon—a Will-Slashing Sword!
Yet, there was a subtle difference: a small seal character marked the sword, denoting ‘six.’
These two swords held distinct significance, yet both originating from the enigmatic Fifth Divine Palace.
“What a formidable Neal family!” the young man with ear studs rasped. “To harbor two elders of the Fifth Divine Palace.”
The Fifth Divine Palace remained shrouded in greater mystery than the yin-yang entity.
Even its members were unaware of the force’s true extent.
Elders within the hall remained unknown to one another.
Nonetheless, their sole mission upon induction was to track and eliminate descendants of the gods from the ruins, regardless of identity.
Louis and Liam both held membership.
Furthermore, they were serving as elders.
The Will-Slashing Sword was a product of the Fifth Divine Palace.
“Disclose who permitted your passage through the bronze door, and I’ll ensure your remains remain intact,” Liam uttered softly.
“Damn it!”
The young man’s countenance soured considerably.
Had they known of the presence of two Fifth Divine Palace elders within the Neal family manor, they would have never ventured here to meet their demise.
“The Fifth Divine Palace!”
Heather Sage, shielding the two children, spoke softly.
Limited information about this secretive faction existed, even within the capital’s governor office’s clandestine archives.
Its profile remained minimal, categorized as a sect.
Furthermore, the Fifth Divine Palace maintained a veil of secrecy and a subdued presence, eluding in-depth scrutiny from the capital for many years.
Who could have anticipated the formidable might of the Fifth Divine Palace?
They had an emperor among them!
Their mission to hunt down the descendants of the gods was clear.
Unbeknownst to Braydon, who resided within the ruined Oracle Palace, Louis and Liam swiftly killed the intruders within the Neal family manor.
Meanwhile, Rayha Qhobela, situated in the palace, had already been briefed on the developments.
“Utterly useless. Failing to capture mere children,” Rayha remarked coldly.
“The Fifth Divine Palace has made their move. All seven intruders met their demise.”
Xetsa Yeza couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
If the outside world’s descendants of the gods had indeed abducted Braydon’s children, how would she face Braydon?
The green-clothed man furrowed his brow.
“Rayha, cease what you’re doing. This interference likely signals that Kylo or the Heavenly Mountain will soon be alerted.”
“Ensure that the children are retrieved at any cost.” Unwilling to relent, Rayha persisted.
Xetsa reluctantly relayed the instructions for the descendants of the gods in the outside world to continue their efforts.
Meanwhile, Braydon, now a quasi-emperor, stood at the top of the palace, overlooking the Oracle Palace.
A faint glow emitted from a black token on him as Northern Army hidden agents made contact.
Retrieving the token, Braydon peered into the mirror’s reflection.
Cian Jarman, visibly shaken, delivered urgent news: “Commander, Second Master has sent word.”
“Speak!”
Braydon also had something to tell Luther Carden.
“Her Highness Heather was assaulted at the Neal family manor in Preston. The assailant was from the 16th Oracle Palace. They dispatched a warlock emperor and was subsequently slain by your father.”
“What?”
Braydon’s eyes blazed with a fierce killing intent.
Being confined within the Oracle Palace, he couldn’t even attend the birth of his own children.
The guilt weighed heavily on him.
He had trusted that Heather and their children would be safe in the outside world.
However, he never anticipated that… Heather and the children were also targeted in the outside world.
“Seven descendants of the gods aimed to take your child,” Cian murmured in a hushed tone.
“Oracle Palace, Rayha Qhobela!” Braydon’s gaze turned murderous.
Rayha was Sadie Dudley’s mother, but she had to pay!
Braydon’s rage didn’t cloud his judgment.
He instructed, “Inform Luther that a new war will erupt in two years. The aboriginal martial artists will assail the bronze gate with all their might. They have only two years left.”
“Yes, sir!” Cian replied, stunned by the gravity of the message.
Stowing away the black token, Braydon retrieved his black spear and strode purposefully from the palace.
He didn’t head directly to Rayha.
It would be futile.
Rayha was a Great Divine Priest, a true sovereign.
She cared little for Braydon’s sentiments.
Her aim was control.
Why else would she resort to such extreme measures, dispatching the Oracle Palace descendants in the outside world to seize Braydon’s children?
She intended to use the children as leverage to ensure Braydon’s compliance.
But was he willing to be manipulated?
In the confines of the Oracle Palace, Braydon’s options were limited.
His only recourse would be to ascend to emperorhood and carve a path of bloodshed through the Donta Imperial City.
Simultaneously, he had to contend with the looming war set to erupt in two years.
The Oracle Palace had lain dormant for a millennium!
A thousand years prior, they suffered defeat at the hands of the former Heavenly Mountain Sovereign Lord.
Consequently, the imperial decree had been suppressing the Oracle Palace for a millennium, thwarting any attempts at resurgence.
Now, as the deadline loomed, Great Divine Priests like Rayha were bound to take action.
In a secluded corner of the Oracle Palace, a black edifice stood imposingly, with scores of young individuals bustling in and out—descendants of gods.
This was the Hall of Edicts, where the Oracle Palace cultivated new talent.
Previously, Xetsa Yeza had mentioned that Braydon would dedicate a few days each month to study within its halls.
And now, Braydon stood before it, bearing a regal weapon, his heart brimming with righteous fury.
The Oracle Palace had crossed a line by attacking the two children.
They were now, unequivocally, his enemies.
The Oracle Palace and the denizens of the Donta Imperial City alike were all adversaries to Braydon.
Faced with adversaries at every turn, Braydon grappled with a crucial decision.
And now, he had made his choice, arriving at the Hall of Edicts.
Some of the descendants of gods in the hall regarded the enigmatic yet familiar figure of Braydon with curiosity, while others gazed upon him with reverence.
Not long ago, Braydon emerged from seclusion and struck down Matu Joko, the Divine Son.
His name reverberated throughout the Oracle Palace!
The reputation of a Divine Lord’s descendant was truly legendary.
Braydon approached the entrance of the Hall of Edicts, his gaze falling upon the imposing stone tablet stationed there.
Engraved upon the tablet were over 700 names, each representing a student of the Oracle Palace.
The ranking on this golden stone tablet denoted their prowess, with several students attaining the level of emperor.
Standing before the gleaming stone tablet, Braydon’s eyes settled on a familiar name: Qwara Qhobela.
At the helm of the 700 students listed, the name of Qwara shone brightest.
She had surpassed all, earning the title of the Oracle Palace’s foremost prodigy.
Qwara’s dominance was undisputed, her prowess eclipsing even that of Matu.
