Chapter 1649 Shocking Savage Man

Chapter 1649: Shocking Savage Man Chapter 1649: Shocking Savage Man Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Divine-demon body, Divine-Demon Dagger!” Braydon Neal’s eyes gleamed with excitement.  It was clear that the little fool had been following him since childhood, showing a keen interest in daggers.

Under the influence of the soul imprint instinct, Luke had a natural talent for wielding the twin daggers at his waist.

“Luke was born with such richness and nobility!” Braydon’s gaze was filled with the affectionate pride of an elder brother.

“I can’t tell at all with this highness!” Braedy Leite remarked, peering at Skylar Neal, his brows furrowed as he struggled to discern Skylar’s background.

At that moment, a dignified voice interrupted them.

“This is the ancestral dragon!” the voice proclaimed.

Braedy was startled.  Someone had entered without his notice.  Turning around, he saw a slender figure in green standing at the hall’s entrance, a sword slung over his back.

“Teacher!” Braedy exclaimed, surprised.

“Immanuel Sanchez of Heaven’s Favorite Mountain, reporting to Your Highness Neal from the human race headquarters,” the green-robed man announced with a bow and cupped hands.

“Are you referring to the ancestral dragon?” Braydon inquired softly, unable to gauge his cultivation level.

“In the universe, every race has its ancestors.

Among dragons, there were once eight dragon ancestors.

Some say there were thirteen.

Now, only one remains—the ancestor of the black dragons, who maintains a bond with the human race,” Immanuel explained, casting a glance at Skylar.

“His Highness’s younger brother bears the azure dragon ancestral imprint.” Since the dawn of the universe, dragons had wielded immense power, dominating all.  At the same time, the fledgling human race faced precarious odds against such formidable beings.

Who would have predicted that the once feeble human race would ascend to the pinnacle of the universe?  This remarkable journey was underpinned by the unity and relentless self-improvement of human cultivators across generations, forging the glory of their race.

In the annals of universal history, early epochs witnessed fierce competition among races for supremacy.  During the middle and later stages, the human race emerged onto the stage, casting a dazzling light that persisted through generations of heroes, culminating in the creation of the most powerful secret techniques.

Across the vast expanse of the starry sky, humans had inscribed half of the history books with their feats.

The explanation for the soul imprints on Luke and Skylar’s bodies became clearer.

“Your soul imprints haven’t fully awakened,” Immanuel remarked bluntly after a closer inspection.

“They were shocked by the funeral song.

To protect themselves, their soul imprints are currently guarding their bodies.

They should awaken within three days at the latest.” Braydon also observed that Luke and Skylar were slowly regaining their lost vitality.  They should fully recover in less than three days.

Immanuel turned to Braydon with a solemn expression.  “The person we should be most concerned about is you, Your Highness.

Using the funeral song has cost Your Highness more than 90% of your life force.

I’m here to bring Your Highness back to the race headquarters and assist him in recovering to his peak.” “What?” Braedy exclaimed, shocked and dismayed.  He hadn’t anticipated Braydon paying such a steep price for employing the funeral song—losing over 90% of his life force.  How could he hope to reach his peak again with so little time and so much sacrifice?

Braydon shook his head, declining Immanuel’s offer for a straightforward reason.

“The situation in the space battlefield is rapidly evolving,” Braydon explained.

“After destroying a demon camp, the demons will surely retaliate swiftly.

They won’t let this matter go easily.” However, Immanuel reassured Braydon that the demon race wouldn’t dare to provoke the Northern Army in the short term—thanks to the funeral song’s terrifying reputation.  Its mere presence in the space battlefield was enough to instill fear in any race.

The funeral song was renowned as the strongest forbidden technique in universal history—a funeral dirge capable of burying entire races or obliterating entire star fields.  Its terror had already been starkly demonstrated in the demon camp.

“Your Highness,” Immanuel suddenly asked, “did you feel an overwhelming desire when you finished playing the funeral song?” “Hmm?” Braydon reflected.  Indeed, at the final moments, he had felt an intense desire welling up within him—a desire that had nearly overwhelmed his senses.

Braydon could still faintly recall the urge to pluck the kithara again.

Seeing Braydon’s reaction, Immanuel immediately understood he had guessed correctly.  He spoke solemnly, “The chiefs instructed me to advise Your Highness not to easily employ the funeral song in the future.

Should it become necessary, after performing the funeral song, you must never play the forbidden funeral chapter!” “You’re quite knowledgeable about the funeral song!” Braydon remarked, realizing a crucial part of the funeral song was missing—namely, the forbidden funeral chapter.

Immanuel’s expression turned grave as he continued, “The most terrifying aspect of the funeral song lies in the forbidden funeral chapter.

While initiating the funeral song results in the loss of the performer’s life force, if one were to play the forbidden funeral chapter after the main song ends, the lost life force consolidates within them like an ocean.” “This is the funeral song’s secret!” Braydon exclaimed in astonishment.

“Indeed,” Immanuel affirmed.

“The progenitor who crafted the funeral song was a true prodigy of the universe.

His creation shook all races.

Later, he devised the forbidden funeral chapter, heightening the terror of the funeral song to its zenith.” Immanuel assured Braydon that the forbidden funeral chapter could expedite his recovery, removing any concerns about using the funeral song.

Just after completing the funeral song, Braydon felt a compelling urge to invoke the forbidden funeral chapter.  Doing so would aggregate the life force of the demon beast army he had vanquished.

“The forbidden funeral chapter is the most perilous aspect,” Immanuel warned gravely.

“It gathers the life force of thousands of souls and imprints them onto its user.

Such chaotic life energy will surely impact anyone who harnesses it!” “The composers of the funeral song often meet unfortunate ends,” Immanuel continued.

“The funeral song’s appearance is too horrific.

Each rendition claims countless lives, ensuring a cultivation breakthrough for its performer.

The ensuing heavenly tribulation would be magnitudes more severe than normal.” “The universal heavenly path takes a keen interest in those who perpetrate mass slaughters,” Immanuel added.

“Heavenly tribulation serves as divine retribution!” Nevertheless, Braydon harbored no regrets.  With his own prowess, he had decimated an entire demon race camp, safeguarding millions of lives in the Northern Army.

It was unquestionably worth it!

The news of the great victory in the Meteor Sea battlefield had also reached the military camp, stunning all the cultivators across the nine camps.  The Northern Army had successfully annihilated a demon camp, despite it being a low-level one.  This camp had once exerted significant pressure on everyone and stood as the greatest adversary to the human camps.  But now, within just half a month, it lay flattened.

What kind of force was the Northern Army?

The entire military camp buzzed with discussion about the Northern Army—the elite force that had eradicated an entire demon race military camp.  Initially seen as recruits from a local planet, they now showcased formidable combat prowess beyond expectations.

However, another piece of news quickly spread through the nine camps, igniting a massive uproar.

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