The Strongest War God

The path of arts placed great emphasis on talent.

Unlike the ancient martial arts, not everyone could cultivate martial arts.

If one didn’t have talent in martial arts and didn’t have a suitable physique, it would be extremely difficult to even get started.

These people called themselves gods.

It was no wonder that after the First Emperor created the ancient martial arts path that shocked the ancient times and the present, he exterminated them.

They called themselves gods because they wanted to rule over everything in the world.

It symbolized that divine power was above national power.

How could the First Emperor, a mighty lord with great spirit, allow divine power to be supreme?

Therefore, in that era, there was the prosperity of ancient martial arts and the decline of martial arts.

The First Emperor killed all the gods in the sky.

Braydon Neal stood silently at the side, allowing Takiyah Zakwe and Ferhat Lebeko to talk.

Huihu Yazbek was surprised. He looked at Braydon a few more times and learned from Takiyah’s words that this white-robed youth was actually a descendant of a god who was wandering outside.

Moreover, this matter would definitely alarm the Oracle Palace.

All these years, the Oracle Palace had been searching for the descendants of the gods who were wandering outside.

For this, they would pay any price.

“I heard from Takiyah that you’re very accomplished in the path of thunder?” Ferhat looked at him and asked gently.

“I’ve done some research, but I’m not very proficient.”

Braydon had always been cultivating ancient martial arts.

True martial arts had always been just a side cultivation.

Ferhat said softly, “Although the Oracle Palace is looking for the descendants of the gods, they don’t accept just anyone. Show me your thunder technique.”

“The art I cultivate is the art of killing.”

Braydon did not cultivate martial arts to show off.

It was definitely not for others to observe and study!

Ferhat said softly, “Interesting. The descendants of the gods are all arrogant. You are also very frivolous. Then use your full strength to attack me.”

Braydon frowned slightly. He did not have any respect for the so-called gods.

However, this was the first time he had seen a martial arts emperor.

What was the difference between a martial arts emperor and an ancient martial arts emperor?

Braydon raised his hand and threw the lightning ball at Ferhat.

Bang!

Ferhat raised his left hand slightly and made the lightning ball disappear into thin air.

“This is not enough!”

Ferhat smiled gently.

Braydon knew that the person before him was a warlock emperor, and his strength was far above his own. Any attack would be futile.

However, Ferhat wanted to evaluate Braydon’s talent in martial arts.

Braydon also wanted to use this opportunity to see the warlock emperor’s abilities.

At this moment.

A terrifying mental power actually enveloped the entire Small Divine City.

A terrifying expert had descended!

“The Oracle Palace?” Ferhat frowned and asked softly.

A huge bronze ship slowly appeared a hundred miles away from the Small Divine City.

The ship was 100 meters long and covered in mysterious runes. It floated in the air for 1,000 meters and slowly sailed to the Small Divine City.

One had to know that it was impossible to fly in the ruins.

There were too many aerial spirit beasts!

Moreover, they had to be wary of the attacks of the ninth-level spirit beasts on the ground.

This was extremely troublesome.

The flying ship slowly approached.

It represented the Oracle Palace!

Not to mention a ninth-level spirit beast, even a beast emperor wouldn’t dare to attack.

Among the races in the ruins, the oracle was the most respected.

In the next moment.

Accompanied by a voice as majestic as the heavens, it resounded throughout the entire Small Divine City.

“The divine ship has descended. The Oracle has ordered all living beings to kneel!”

His cold words revealed great majesty.

The entire Small Divine City fell silent.

All the aborigine martial artists raised their heads in horror, looking at the divine ship that was rarely seen in hundreds of years.

The gods of the Oracle Palace had actually descended to the Small Divine City and come to such a remote place.

In the past, these aborigines would worship god statues.

But now, a real god had descended.

Braydon had also witnessed the consequences of a civilization under the influence of divine authority.

The tens of millions of aborigines, regardless of age, knelt on the ground with devout expressions and fanatical eyes. They placed their heads on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads.

The divine ship slowly floated in the sky above the Small Divine City, as if it was pressing down on the heads of the indigenous martial artists. It would never descend, and it was unattainable.

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe held an oracle in his hand and said sternly, “The oracle has ordered us to welcome our descendants back and bless this city!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally clear sky slowly began to drizzle.

On the divine ship, there was a terrifying god.

He used his powerful mental power to plunder the spiritual energy in the wild. It gathered in the sky above the Small Divine City and turned into a liquid that slowly fell down.

Every drop of rain contained pure spiritual energy.

This was the power condensed by a super expert.

Instantly, the entire Small Divine City went crazy.

All the aborigines used pots and pans to receive the spiritual rain that fell from the sky.

This was like a gift from the gods.

Braydon felt a chill run down his spine when he saw this. His eyes grew colder and colder as killing intent rose in his heart.

A civilization that was shrouded by divine authority was fooling the world!

If these people were to go to the outside world.

People from all over the world would probably be bewitched by them.

It was a spiritual rain formed by gathering spiritual energy.

It could indeed help martial artists increase their vitality. If ordinary people in the outside world could obtain these things, they could cure all diseases and prolong their lives.

Such methods and benefits were like heaven-defying methods to ordinary people in the outside world.

They might even worship these martial arts practitioners as gods.

In fact, everyone had a god in their hearts.

As long as there was an external factor to induce it, they would worship it.

These so-called gods would be killed by Braydon with a single sword strike when his cultivation base reached completion.

It was easy to kill a god, but difficult to break a god!

These so-called gods could be killed and beheaded!

However, how could one break the spirit in one’s heart?

These aboriginal martial artists were living examples.

They believed in the gods, and the concept of divine power was deeply rooted in their hearts.

This was the god in one’s heart!

At this moment, Braydon’s eyes lit up as if he understood why the martial artists from the outside world were not accepted by the martial artists of the ruins.

This was because the martial artists of the outside world did not believe in the gods!

Although the hundred countries in the outside world were constantly at war with each other, national power in every country firmly suppressed theocracy. Even if there was some effect, religion could not cause any trouble.

The Ten Great Empires all believed in the power of the country.

One could imagine that the martial artists from the outside world were considered abnormal when in the ruins.

The aborigine martial artists and the martial artists from the outside world were enemies. Braydon would never believe that the Oracle Palace would not help the aborigines.

Braydon had been deep in the ruins for several months.

He already had an understanding of this place.

Putting everything else aside, there were many spirit herbs in the ruins, and there were all kinds of resources that martial artists needed.

The martial artists from the outside world would never leave this place.

One could imagine that if one day, the strength of the martial artists of the Alpha Empire surpassed the aborigines of the ruins, they would definitely slaughter this place.

They only wanted resources and not people.

The aborigines weren’t good people either, and they seemed to have their own plans.

They wanted to go to the outside world.

There seemed to be something they wanted in the outside world.

Braydon stood in the city lord’s mansion and watched everything coldly.

Ferhat took a step forward and landed on the divine ship.

“Your Highness Wind God!” A hundred people stood on the divine ship. They bowed in unison and greeted respectfully.

Every warlock emperor in the Oracle Palace was a god and had their own god name.