Chapter 1722: The Forr Alliance Chapter 1722: The Forr Alliance Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal was rather surprised. To be able to reverse deduce the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art, one must have such amazing talent, yet he actually died midway!
Hristo Lore was silent for a mont.
“The race has investigated the cause of death,” he said.
“It was stopped in the end.
Because the mystic realm he died in is so dangerous that even a peak expert wouldn’t be able to last more than three breaths.
I’m afraid that only those who have surpassed the peak are able to explore it!” After saying that, he glanced at Sadie Dudley, who didn’t care about this old man at all.
The little fool looked at the portrait and scratched his head, seeming to rember that he also had a donkey. Ever since he put that donkey into his small world, he had never cared about it again.
Swoosh! A bald donkey appeared in the outer hall. The donkey was dumbfounded. It looked at Luke Yates and started to bray.
“Bastard, scolding again!” Luke pressed down on the donkey’s head and started pounding it. A man and a donkey started fighting on the spot.
Hristo’s face darkened on the spot! What the hell was this? Why did a donkey co in out of nowhere? This was the human race Hall of Fa!
A supre hall!
“Lord, please give these deceased so dignity!” Hristo urged.
“Why is there still a chicken hanging there?” Braydon pointed to a yellow scroll in the corner. On it was a drawing of a big red rooster with a blood-red comb, as if it was alive.
“Ever since the one who evolved the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art went off the path, the lineage chiefs of the later generations were more or less not serious.
They also embarked on this path and beca like this!” Hristo said after so hesitation.
After saying that, Hristo took out several portraits. There was a black dog and a rat! Was this the work of the human race’s chiefs? Fortunately, ordinary people couldn’t enter this Hall of Fa. Otherwise, if word got out, the outsiders would laugh their heads off.
In fact, the alien races would not laugh at them. After all, there were more mutated species on the demon race’s side. If the demon race used this to talk, wouldn’t they be scolding themselves?
The portraits of the chiefs were hung throughout the outer hall. Braydon didn’t stop and walked into the depths. Deep within the hall was the Hall of Fa. The weapons used by the ancestors of past generations were worshiped inside, commonly known as ancestral items. There were supposed to be portraits of those important figures in their lives.
Braydon stood in the middle of the courtyard and stopped to look inside. There was a plaque hanging high above the door: Hall of Fa! The ancient characters were, as if freshly inscribed, and there were portraits worshiped inside.
Braydon entered and saw a familiar portrait hanging on the wall. Over the past tens of thousands of years, the human race had produced many great figures. However, in terms of achievents, who could compare to the leader, the ruthless man who wanted to open a new path for all living beings? Who could compare to the five lords and the others who were fighting against the myriad races? That generation was stunning! Their portraits would naturally be included in the Hall of Fa.
Soone had once suggested that they be listed as forbidden characters. In the end, it was left unsettled.
At this mont, Braydon stared at the portrait hanging high in the sky and fell into deep thought. The portraits of the five lords, Lord Woodruff, and dozens of others, as well as the portrait of the leader, were hung at the highest point.
Braydon stood in front of the portrait and stared at the man in the portrait. He was dressed in green and stood with his hands behind his back. However, the outline of his face was like chaos and was not drawn. “Why doesn’t he have a face?” Braydon suddenly asked. “I can’t draw it,” Hristo smiled bitterly.
“There seems to be so interference from the power of the great path!” “Sadie, was he in my previous life?” Braydon asked. “It’s him,” Sadie stood in front of the portrait and said softly. “I was him in my previous life?” the little fool pointed at Lord Woodruff’s portrait. Hristo nodded.
Braydon stood in front of the portrait. He seed to have sensed sothing. He stared at the portrait as if he had entered the world inside the painting. It was a pitch-black sword with a slanted blade. It seed to have been silent for tens of thousands of years.
But now, because of Braydon’s arrival, the black sword seed to be moving!
Whoosh! The portrait was torn apart, and a black sword flew out from inside.
“Soul Slaying Sword?” Hristo was shocked. “Is one of the eight Soul Slaying Swords hidden here?” Sadie muttered to herself, “Back then, you already expected that outco.
Yet, you still wanted to open up a new path for all living beings.
Was it worth it?” The portrait in green burned out. A pitch-black sword floated in the air. This seed to have a magical effect on Braydon. He raised his left hand slightly and held the hilt of the sword.
The mont he held the sword in his hand, a terrifying aura instantly swept through the world. The sword was recovering! It was as if a terrifying creature had awakened after lying dormant for tens of thousands of years.
The aura swept across the planet and then spread outwards. “Soul Slaying Sword?” The top experts from the human race hall exclaid in shock. “There’s a Soul Slaying Sword hidden in the Hall of Fa?” Chadwick Neal was shocked. They had no idea about this at all.
Whose weapon was the Soul Slaying Sword? Who in the universe didn’t know? The weapon of that big brother was a complete and flawless eon artifact. The sword could cut through souls and obliterate imprints! The terror brought by the Soul Slaying Sword was sothing that the experts of all races had never forgotten. No one expected that the Hall of Fa would actually hide a Soul Slaying Sword.
After all, ever since that person died, the eight Soul Slaying Swords were either damaged or lost. Not a single one was left for the human race. That was a top-notch eon artifact. Just one item was enough to protect the race! A race protection treasure. If a peak expert had an eon artifact, they would be considered the peak of battle strength.
Swoosh! The eight lineage chiefs arrived at the Hall of Fa. They stood outside the hall, their eyes burning, but they did not dare to act rashly. Sadie was still here! If the Heavenly Lord’s true body descended again, the eight lineage chiefs wouldn’t be able to take it.
Braydon held the Soul Slaying Sword in his hand and closed his eyes. His aura surged, and a soul imprint vaguely appeared on his forehead, emitting a hazy light! After so many years, the soul imprint finally showed signs of recovery. The cracks on the soul imprint were smoothed out by a special power. Gradually, it beca flawless, with several cracks disappearing.
The mont the perfect imprint appeared, Braydon opened his eyes, and a domineering look appeared in his ancient eyes as he looked outside.
“He’s back!” Chadwick and the others were shocked. “The soul imprint has finally recovered,” Sadie said softly from the side. “Reincarnation for ten thousand years, the soul is still there!” Braydon spoke. His voice seed to have a magical power that spread throughout the starry sky. It was as if he was calling his old subordinates!
As soon as he said that, his identity as the leader was confird! “Great Uncle Master!” Paxton Foreman was excited. “The old alliance is broken tonight!” The imprint on Braydon’s forehead exuded an ancient aura. It seed that the leader of the group had made an alliance with soone, and now it was revived! His voice pierced through the universe.
The Hunting Galaxy belonged to the demon region. Now, in this galaxy, a flood of steel swept across the area like cavalry, attacking the demon territory. The person in charge of the military headquarters was Luther Carden, the second master of the Northern Army!
Braydon’s voice resonated. In the Northern Army, so old people were revived! They all had soul imprints! Lazlo Abbott, Cartley Yanagi, and Lester Crawford all had imprints on their foreheads.
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