The Strongest War God

Chapter 1415: Evil Woman, Swindling Someone
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This underscored the profound significance of the Six-Winged Goddess to the Foreman family.

At the entrance to the ninth floor, the two elderly men opened their eyes, casting their gaze upon Karl Foreman, then upon Kohen Neal and the others.

After careful consideration, they exclaimed, “Members of the Neal family!”

“Open the door and allow this young man entry!”

Karl Foreman, given his seniority, issued the command to the two ancestors.

The two elders exchanged glances, a glimmer of joy flickering across their visages.

Three centuries of relentless effort had finally yielded a path to save the Six-Winged Goddess.

Why else would they permit outsiders into the family’s most sacred domain?

They dared not obstruct him.

Concerns about gender differences no longer held sway over these ancestors, who had witnessed the passage of countless years.

If Braydon Neal could save Eva Foreman, what significance did such distinctions hold?

Only Braydon was permitted access to the ninth floor, with outsiders strictly prohibited.

Acting decisively, Braydon entered and shut the door behind him, shrouding the events within the ninth floor in mystery.

Venturing forward thirty meters, Braydon beheld the ice bed in the distance.

Lying upon it was a stunning girl, her form enveloped by the bone-chilling cold.

Six pristine white wings drooped limply from her back.

Eva Foreman had long lost her mental clarity, her life force nearly depleted.

Braydon cast his gaze upon her exquisite form, exhaling a sigh of relief.

He cleared his mind of any distractions, his expression shifting.

Activating his dual pupils, three concentric rings of nine pupils encircled the central one, slowly revolving.

His dual pupils delved into the depths, scrutinizing the girl’s exterior and delving into her inner workings with precision.

In a single glance, Braydon comprehended Eva’s condition.

Her life force had been entirely severed, her meridians ruptured, and her vital energy dissipated.

Within her abdomen lurked a sinister black energy, devouring any life force she generated, precipitating her impending demise.

Yet, Braydon furrowed his brow, sensing a discrepancy.

“Arise,” he commanded, his dual pupils fixed on her.

Eva’s ethereal form ascended at his behest, revealing a wound on her back.

A gaping, foot-long gash marred the base of her pristine wing, its stubborn refusal to heal akin to a festering wound in the bone.

Braydon’s gaze then fell upon a green stone nestled amidst the ice bed.

Radiating boundless vitality, it harbored thirty-six ancient runes of the path of life, hinting at the imminent breakthrough of his own imperial path of life.

This was undoubtedly a peerless treasure!

Even a pinnacle saint practitioner, upon perfecting the path of life, would possess merely thirteen primordial path runes.

However, with thirty-six primordial path runes inscribed upon it, this green stone was clearly a supreme treasure!

The Foreman family was willing to go to any lengths to save Eva’s life.

Similarly, if Braydon suffered such injuries, the Neal family would spare no expense to ensure his survival.

Braydon’s gaze lingered on Eva’s form.

Her flawless physique juxtaposed against the ghastly black wound on her back was a sight to behold.

The writhing black energy seemed almost sentient, unsettling Braydon.

Furrowing his brow, Braydon activated his dual pupils, their rotations scanning the scene.

In an instant, he found himself immersed in darkness.

His consciousness plunged into an abyssal void, where viscous black fluid enveloped him.

Amidst this darkness, a glimmer of holy light pierced through.

Before him stood a figure—graceful, with six wings adorning her back, resembling a divine being.

Though in her ethereal state, she bore no attire, walking barefoot upon the inky liquid.

Her cold, emotionless gaze fixated upon Braydon as she spoke.

“It’s been 300 years. Finally, someone has broken through the darkness and entered!” she uttered.

Braydon’s eyes widened in shock, sensing an impending danger.

“Eva Foreman!” he exclaimed.

Their exchange seemed almost conversational.

“Yes, it’s me. Do you have any final words?” Eva nodded.

A sense of unease gripped Braydon.

“Braydon!” the artifact spirit of Star Tower shrieked. “Flee! She intends to end your life!”

A sharp voice reverberated through the dark prison, but to no avail.

Eva’s consciousness had languished within this realm for 300 years, unable to escape.

She waited, biding her time for someone to inherit the dark energy burden from her, to perish in her stead.

In the external world, Braydon stood with closed eyes as Eva floated before him, her arms outstretched in an embrace.

Suddenly, her six wings unfurled and enveloped them both, weaving wisps of holy white light into a cocoon around them.

Within this cocoon, Braydon’s garments disintegrated into ash, leaving them face-to-face.

As Star Tower flew forth, aiming for Eva, a peculiar token within her body emitted a dark aura, rendering Star Tower immobile upon impact.

“It’s too late. With yin and yang merging, power is directed outward. Boy, this malevolent woman seeks your demise,” Star Tower’s artifact spirit warned.

The mysterious token, dark in appearance, wielded a unique power that subdued Star Tower.

Eva closed her eyes and tenderly brushed her lips against Braydon’s, igniting an intense fervor between them.

Their passionate aura permeated the ninth level, unbeknownst to the outside world, as Eva pressed against Braydon’s chest.

However…

A surge of black energy emanated from Eva’s body, resembling a coiled black dragon as it surged into Braydon’s form.

This dark energy was highly corrosive, nearly proving fatal to Eva herself.

For 300 years, she had grappled with this malevolent force, ultimately choosing to divert its burden onto another.

In her desperation, she sacrificed not only her body but also her innocence.

Though trapped within the dark prison, Braydon’s consciousness remained keenly aware of his body’s plight.

Even as he beheld Eva’s visage, he noted the faint blush on her cheeks juxtaposed with her icy demeanor.

Gazing downward, Eva offered, “Once all the dark energy flows into your body, death will be inevitable. If you have any last wishes, I will fulfill them.”

“No need,” Braydon retorted, his expression steely and grim.

He never anticipated such a dire outcome, ensnared in a trap set by a dying woman.

As the black energy surged within him, it felt eerily familiar, yet beyond recollection.

It seemed to exist solely to oppose life, to extinguish all vitality and render existence null.

Braydon’s furrowed brow bespoke his frustration, his desire to sever any further discourse with Eva.

He had ventured to save her, only to face her lethal intent.

In silence, they remained for an hour, until Braydon’s body, ensconced within the cocoon, reached its threshold, and the last vestiges of black energy were drawn from Eva’s form.