The Strongest War God

Chapter 2069: Success is Near Chapter 2069: Success is Near Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Hearing Braydon Neal’s words, a smile spread across Scipio Langdon’s face.

“It’s good that you can consider the big picture.” After saying this, Scipio took out a piece of paper, traced something on it with his fingers, and finally pressed it onto the Golden Sacred Bell.

In a deep voice, Scipio handed the Golden Sacred Bell to Benaiah Strunk.

“Senior Benaiah, you’re likely the strongest among us.

Please throw this golden bell to Fedele Licata.” Benaiah, who was still bickering with Elder Juntenen, turned and noticed the Golden Sacred Bell in Scipio’s hand.

His eyes lit up in understanding.

“This is a tenth-level eon artifact!

My disciple, are you really going to block it with just this?” Benaiah glanced at Braydon, who nodded firmly.

“Alright, alright.

Do as you like,” Benaiah replied with a helpless shake of his head.

“I have ‘very fast,’ ‘super fast,’ and ‘super-duper fast’ here.

Which one do you want?” A string of question marks practically floated above the heads of Braydon, Scipio, and the others.

“Should he be fine, lightly injured, or seriously injured?” Benaiah asked slowly, looking at the three of them.

Braydon was at a loss for words.

“Are you…

okay?” Braydon managed, staring at Benaiah, unsure how to respond.

“Alright, alright.

I’ll respect your wishes,” Benaiah finally conceded, nodding.

With that, Benaiah raised his arm and aimed the golden bell at Fedele.

“Fedele!” he shouted, ensuring Fedele’s attention was fixed on him.

Then, without hesitation, Benaiah launched the Golden Sacred Bell.

Up in the sky, Fedele, who was rapidly absorbing spiritual power, heard his name being called.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a golden object flying straight toward him.

“This is a tenth-level eon artifact, the Golden Sacred Bell!

It can withstand the heavenly lightning before the forty-eighth lightning tribulation!” Hearing Scipio’s explanation, Fedele’s expression shifted.

He quickly extended his hand, ready to catch the Golden Sacred Bell.

But the spectators from the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, who had been watching silently, could no longer sit still.

“We can’t let Fedele get his hands on the Golden Sacred Bell!” “If he does, he might actually survive this tenth-level tribulation!” “This artifact belongs to the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain by fate!” As they spoke, they unleashed their magic weapons, aiming to intercept the golden bell.

Benaiah sneered.

“Do you fools think your tricks can stop me?” The magic treasures hurled by Enlightened Joy and his group were utterly ineffective against the Golden Sacred Bell’s momentum.

Meanwhile, Fedele’s eyes gleamed with joy as he reached out and caught the golden bell.

When he read the inscription on the artifact, his heart swelled with emotion.

Looking skyward, he braced himself for the forty-fifth lightning strike.

“Old dog Enlightened Joy, is that all you’ve got?” Benaiah mocked, glancing at Enlightened Joy, who was picking up his weapon.

Enlightened Joy’s expression darkened as he replied coldly, “Benaiah, don’t get cocky.” “Let’s see if you’re still this smug once Fedele survives the tenth-level tribulation.” Benaiah snorted.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.

So dignified for someone whose door just got kicked in.” His words dripped with sarcasm, further enraging Enlightened Joy’s followers.

But Enlightened Joy raised his hand to silence them, ignoring Benaiah entirely as he walked away.

Seeing them retreat, Benaiah chuckled in triumph.

Above, the aura in the dark clouds grew increasingly oppressive.

Fortunately, this lightning tribulation hadn’t taken the form of a thunder beast—it would have been a nightmare to handle otherwise.

Fedele followed the instructions written on the Golden Sacred Bell, channeling his spiritual energy into it.

The small bell expanded and floated above his head.

When the next bolt of heavenly lightning struck, it hit the ancient bell directly, dispersing most of its power.

Fedele absorbed only about thirty percent of the impact.

Feeling the energy coursing through him, Fedele smiled confidently.

It seemed he might actually overcome this tenth-level tribulation!

However, no sooner had the forty-fifth strike ended than the forty-sixth one came crashing down, giving him no time to recover.

Fedele’s eyes widened in disbelief.

What was going on?

Wasn’t there supposed to be a brief pause between strikes?

But there was no time to dwell on it.

He poured more spiritual energy into the Golden Sacred Bell.

The forty-sixth bolt dissipated, leaving Fedele panting for breath.

“It’s alright…

just one more…” Before he could finish, a black-purple lightning bolt crackled ominously in the clouds above.

A wave of dread washed over him.

“I won’t jinx myself anymore!” Fedele roared, drawing on every ounce of spiritual power to prepare.

From the ground, Braydon sighed.

Why did Fedele always tempt fate like this?

How had he survived so long?

“My Golden Sacred Bell!

Wuwuwu!” Rusty Neal wailed, looking at Braydon with teary eyes.

“If my Golden Sacred Bell gets damaged, I…

I won’t go on living!” Braydon rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry.

Your bell will be fine,” he muttered, staring back at the sky.

One day, it would be his turn to face such trials.

He had much to learn.

As the purple-black lightning descended, even the protection of the Golden Sacred Bell couldn’t fully shield Fedele.

“Get lost!” Fedele roared, unleashing a powerful burst of spiritual energy that dispersed the remaining lightning.

“Finally…

it’s over…” he gasped, his body trembling but still upright.

Casting a quick glance upward, he confirmed that no further strikes were coming and let out a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Braydon silently facepalmed.

Big brother, you’re this fragile and still dream of fighting in peace?

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