The Strongest War God

Braydon Neal clearly wasn’t intrigued by the term ‘kind’.

He and Takiyah Zakwe weren’t of the same kind.

By saying this, Takiyah inadvertently indicated that she lacked friends in the wilderness.

Without friends and family of the same kind, they were destined to endure endless loneliness.

Therefore, when Takiyah stumbled upon Braydon, this wild descendant of a god, she became curious.

Braydon was like a clear stream among the descendants of the gods, venturing into the wild to hunt spirit beasts.

Takiyah murmured softly, “I came to the Small Divine City to find out who you are. If I can’t, you have to come with me. I’ve already informed the Oracle Palace. They’ll be here soon.”

“Oracle Palace?”

Braydon turned around, a frown forming on his face.

Braydon didn’t know about the Oracle Palace.

However, he knew that once a powerful figure appeared, his identity could no longer be concealed.

Simultaneously, in Braydon’s spiritual aperture, the green-robed man calmly stated, “Don’t be nervous. I’ll help you conceal your aura. Even if those guys stand in front of you, they won’t be able to see through your identity.”

Braydon remained expressionless.

However, Takiyah noticed his underlying tension.

“Were you very nervous just now?”

Takiyah grinned playfully, circling around Braydon.

She said softly, “Let me guess why you’re nervous. It’s because I informed the lord of the Oracle Palace. The Oracle Palace knows about your existence, so you’re nervous, right?”

Braydon remained as composed as ever, offering no response.

“It seems like you’re truly a descendant of a god who has wandered outside,” Takiyah commented thoughtfully.

“The Oracle Palace typically categorizes those of the same kind who have ventured outside into three types!

“The first type involves other gods living in the wilderness. Due to an accident, their descendants end up without a family and wander outside.

“The second type arises after countless generations, where the descendants of the gods become ordinary people and show signs of atavism.

“As for the third type, those are dangerous. These are gods who’ve committed significant transgressions and are now concealing themselves in the shadows. Regardless, the Oracle Palace won’t let them off, and even their descendants will be targeted.”

Takiyah listed three possibilities.

“There might be a fourth possibility!” Braydon smiled faintly.

“Ah?”

Takiyah was intrigued. A fourth possibility?

She clearly didn’t grasp it.

Nevertheless, Takiyah expressed helplessness, “Nevertheless, thirty years ago, the Oracle Palace issued a pardon to all descendants of the gods who’d committed significant transgressions. Anyone who found their own kind wandering outside could report to the Oracle Palace and receive a reward.”

The Oracle Palace was no longer at its zenith.

Signs of decline were evident.

Therefore, the Oracle Palace had to forgive the descendants of those who had committed crimes.

Anyone daring to rebel against the Oracle Palace and escaping with bloodshed must possess terrifying strength and remarkable talent.

The descendants of such individuals were bound to exhibit astonishing abilities.

Thirty years ago, the Oracle Palace had granted amnesty to some of them.

Descendants of the gravest sins could visit the Oracle Palace for study, regardless of their background or heritage.

Takiyah harbored both yearning and resentment toward the Oracle Palace.

Braydon noticed her conflicted expression.

“The Oracle Palace makes you feel conflicted?” Braydon asked softly.

“Of course, it’s a holy land that can help us become gods, but I hate that place,” Takiyah shrugged helplessly.

The goal of the descendants of the gods was to become a god.

But she hated that place.

The two did not conflict.

Braydon understood.

The so-called Oracle Palace was the cultivation base for gods.

It was just like a kindergarten in the outside world.

Braydon wanted to send the little fool in and let him wreak havoc in the Oracle Palace.

However, he was a little curious. What exactly were the gods in the ruins like?

However, it was certain that the so-called gods were cultivators.

It was just that the way they addressed themselves was different!

Braydon had a feeling that he was about to witness the martial arts civilization that had disappeared thousands of years ago.

The martial arts civilization had been ended by the First Emperor!

All the martial artists were to be killed.

However, during the time of the First Emperor, the martial arts civilization had already reached the end of its life.

The peak of martial arts was most probably during the Sattle Dynasty period in Hansworth.

The Sattle and Zendey dynasties were probably the most brilliant period of the martial arts civilization.

At that time, immortals were everywhere, and there were as many gods as dogs.

The so-called gods were probably martial artists.

Fortunately, Braydon wasn’t born during that period.

Otherwise, he would definitely be a god slayer and would probably kill a large number of gods.

Seeing that Braydon remained silent, Takiyah said softly, “Alright, don’t be nervous. The Oracle Palace has been searching for the descendants of the gods who are wandering outside these years. They are very friendly to people like us.”

Braydon remained unmoved.

He did not want to become a so-called god.

Braydon’s beliefs conflicted with theirs.

If Braydon, who did not believe in divine power, became a god one day.

If the martial artists in the outside world knew about it, who knew how many people’s faith would collapse.

Therefore, Braydon’s heart surely had resistance toward such existences.

Takiyah stretched her waist lazily and looked out the window.

She said softly, “Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s go. I’ll take you to meet the god who governs this place.”

“Hmm?”

Braydon couldn’t help but be shocked.

“To the city lord’s mansion,” Takiyah said softly.

“The city lord of the Small Divine City is the god you mentioned?”

Braydon was stunned.

On the way out, Takiyah said, “That’s not a god. The city lord of the Small Divine City is the master of this city. He manages this city. The gods are different. They govern this area. Spirit beasts, plant cultivators, and martial artists all believe in gods.”

How could Braydon not understand?

In layman’s terms, the city lord was the puppet of the gods!

The gods were hidden in the dark, mysterious and invisible.

Only then could they attract the worship of the world.

The city lord was the butler of the gods, managing this Small Divine City.

At this moment, Braydon finally understood what it meant to be a god in the mortal world.

The gods ruled over everything in the human world.

The aborigines, plant cultivators, and spirit beasts were all under the jurisdiction of the gods.

How was this a god? He was clearly a dictator.

The Oracle Palace was above everything else.

In the ruins, any force was inferior to the Oracle Palace.

Including the Small Divine City.

There were definitely many aboriginal cities in the ruins, and every big city had a god guarding it.

Braydon instantly understood!

The owner of the ruins was Oracle Palace!

On the bustling street, Braydon didn’t say a word as he brushed past people with a calm expression.

At this moment, a black carriage appeared on the street. Three sturdy black spirit beasts pulled the carriage and sped through the main street, bumping into countless people along the way.

A young man in luxurious clothes reeked of alcohol. His eyes were filled with excitement as he held the reins and shouted, “Giddy-up! You bunch of lowlifes, get out of my way! Don’t block my way!”

The carriage sped forward, and countless people were unable to dodge in time and were injured.