The Strongest War God-Chapter 1529 - : Horned White Snake
Chapter 1529: Horned White Snake
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ten hours had passed since the intense battle between the horned white snake and the golden-winged roc had come to a close.
Upon returning to the battlefield, Braydon Neal surveyed the chaotic aftermath, his expression contorted with frustration.
Despite his expectations, neither the golden-winged roc nor the one-horned white snake lay dead amidst the wreckage.
It was a bitter realization for Braydon, exacerbated by the loss of his beloved Northern King Sword.
The sword held sentimental value, having been a steadfast companion throughout Braydon’s formative years.
Its loss felt akin to losing a cherished part of himself.
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In a fit of frustration, Braydon called out to the absent white snake, his voice echoing in the silence of the desolate battlefield.
However, his summons yielded no response, leaving him to stew in his impotent rage.
As time passed without any sign of the white snake or the golden-winged roc, Braydon’s frustration mounted.
Despite his attempts to sense the sword’s location, he found himself unable to establish a connection, a disconcerting development given the sword’s bond with its master.
With the golden-winged roc likely biding its time in the shadows, Braydon recognized the imminent threat it posed.
A creature of such cunning and longevity harbored deep-seated animosity toward humans, making it a formidable adversary in the treacherous game of survival.
Furthermore, Braydon had allied with the horned white snake in a concerted effort to nearly vanquish the golden-winged roc.
With such a close brush with death, how could the beast not nurse a deep-seated grudge?
Determined, Braydon swiftly descended into the underground cave where the horned white snake had been last seen.
The dank, shadowy recesses of the cave held secrets that Braydon was intent on unraveling, starting with the whereabouts of the elusive snake.
Navigating the labyrinthine tunnels proved to be a daunting task.
They sprawled in all directions, resembling the intricate roots of an ancient tree, thwarting Braydon’s attempts to track down the one-horned white snake.
Undeterred, Braydon invoked his dual-pupils, a potent ability inherited from his lineage.
With his ten-eyed dual-pupils, he delved into the depths of perception, scanning the surroundings with a chilling resolve.
Through the power of his dual-pupils, Braydon discerned the wounded form of the one-horned white snake slithering through a nearby passageway, its immense body carving through the earth with determined vigor.
Swift as lightning, Braydon gave chase, his dual-pupils capturing every detail of the recent past, illuminating the path ahead with spectral clarity.
For miles on end, Braydon pursued his quarry through the subterranean darkness, descending deeper and deeper into the earth’s embrace.
Though shrouded in impenetrable darkness, Braydon’s keen senses, augmented by his dual-pupils, rendered the absence of light inconsequential.
In his pursuit, he remained undeterred by the oppressive gloom, guided by the relentless determination to confront his adversaries.
Before him lay the terminus of the labyrinthine passages, resembling a miniature underground realm vast enough to accommodate the one-horned white snake.
However, the snake had long vanished, leaving behind fresh bloodstains that had yet to coagulate, evidence of its recent presence.
Braydon treaded lightly, a calm resolve emanating from his demeanor as he surveyed his surroundings.
His dual-pupils scanned the distance, revealing a cluster of subterranean palaces, each one in a state of disrepair, overrun by dense cobwebs.
His gaze alighted upon the foremost palace: Medicine King Palace.
With his dual-pupils penetrating the palace’s interior, Braydon’s sight bypassed its walls, focusing instead on a colossal black spider nestled within.
The creature, with its eight formidable legs and menacing visage, regarded Braydon with undisguised hostility, a silent challenge to the intruder.
In response, Braydon met the spider’s gaze with unwavering determination.
The tension between them crackled in the air as they locked eyes, each recognizing the other’s formidable presence.
The five-colored demon spider, measuring a hundred meters in length, emitted a piercing shriek, a testament to the profound significance of Braydon’s dual-pupils among demons.
The reputation of the Neal family’s dual-pupils as legendary champions, capable of vanquishing foes with unparalleled prowess, had echoed throughout the cosmos for countless generations.
A dual-pupiled individual of great prowess was hailed as an indomitable force, a harbinger of fear among demons.
Now, with Braydon’s arrival, the five-colored demon spider, with freshly laid eggs and fiercely protective of its domain, stood poised to defend its territory against this formidable intruder.
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Shortly after her cry, a ripple of alarm spread through the thousand palaces, stirring all living beings within.
This was the Medicine King’s Thousand Halls, where every chamber seemed to teem with life.
Among them lurked ancient monsters of the life and death realm, such as the five-colored demon spider, the golden toad, the seven-colored Qilin python, the golden-scaled centipede, and others, each more formidable than common demon beasts of the same rank.
Braydon’s dual-pupils surveyed the scene, revealing the presence of each creature.
His expression shifted slightly as he contemplated retreat, yet before he could act, it became evident that escape was no longer an option.
A colossal centipede, its back adorned with a golden stripe, barred the rear exit, sealing Braydon’s fate.
Faced with imminent peril, Braydon remained composed.
A black soul token materialized on his fingertip, his only recourse in this dire situation.
Fighting for his life was futile, and he knew it.
As the frenzied beasts prepared to strike, a cold, authoritative voice resonated from the central hall of the Thousand Halls, commanding their obedience and granting Braydon passage.
“Allow him entry!” the voice declared, silencing the restless beasts.
Yet, their eyes gleamed with murderous intent, warning Braydon of the peril that awaited him should he provoke them further.
Recognizing the voice as that of the horned white snake, Braydon understood that he had no choice but to comply.
Passing through countless chambers, he finally reached the heart of the ancient palace.
The core structure, meticulously maintained, revealed intricate carvings adorning each floor and delicate bronze bells suspended at each corner, emitting a soothing melody as a gentle breeze wafted through the halls.
Braydon stood before the entrance of the hall, eyeing the dusty door marked with a slender, bloodied handprint.
“Enter,” a voice beckoned from within.
As Braydon stepped inside, the door swung shut behind him of its own accord.
Contrary to his expectations, the first floor was impeccably organized, with neatly arranged screens and chairs atop a pristine floor.
At the heart of the hall, a white jade pool exuded a potent medicinal aroma, cradling a delicate figure within its waters.
The girl bore several grievous wounds across her snow-white skin, the most severe slicing her slender waist as if aiming to cleave her in two.
The horned white snake had assumed human form, a common occurrence among demon beasts in the vast expanse of the cosmos.
Innumerable demon spies roamed the major stellar realms, many disguised as humans.
“You’ve arrived,” the girl’s voice, soft yet resolute, emanated through the room.
“Where’s my sword?” Braydon’s brow furrowed.
“It was taken by the roc. He’s still alive,” she replied.
“I must retrieve my sword,” Braydon declared with unwavering determination.
“Even if you don’t seek him out, he’ll come for you. He will stop at nothing to end your life. You’re astute to find me here. You’ll be safe in this refuge,” she assured him.
Emerging from the medicinal pool, the girl draped herself in gossamer-thin garments, her wounds still raw and unhealed.
