ushernet Chapter 1253: Despair, Helplessness
Chapter 1253: Despair, Helplessness
Chapter 1253: Despair, Helplessness
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The fear instilled by the Oracle Palace ran deep in the bones of the aborigines.
None dared to disobey its commands.
Killing the bearer of the divine decree was tantamount to challenging the might of the Oracle Palace itself.
It was a risk no one dared to take lightly.
The Oracle Palace’s prestige was unassailable.
Sensing Xetsa Yeza’s predicament, evident in her delicate touch to adjust her hair, Braydon Neal watched her depart.
“I’ll deliver the items before dawn. Don’t attempt to flee!” she cautioned, though Braydon had no intention of doing so.
Once Xetsa had left, the Northern Army Army’s regimental commanders exchanged puzzled glances, bewildered by their commander’s association with the woman.
Braydon addressed them softly, “You all understand the sacrifices made to secure Machusa today. Now, a golden opportunity lies before us. The territory of the Zunde Royal Dynasty is on the verge of falling into our hands. I see no reason to decline without shedding more blood.”
“But once you depart, returning won’t be easy,” Luther Carden reminded him gently, his tone laced with concern.
“What if the Oracle Palace poses a threat?” Cole Colbie inquired quietly.
“They wouldn’t dare,” Braydon responded with a faint smile.
The death of a martial arts adept like the Young Divine Lord, who had mastered the martial arts, within the Oracle Palace would have dire repercussions.
It would incite the fury of martial artists across the realms, heralding a new era of martial arts dominance.
Such an eventuality would be untenable even for the 16th Great Divine Priest.
“I’ve heard from Xetsa that the leaders of the South Pole and the aborigines’ higher-ups have been colluding for the past century,” Braydon disclosed softly.
“They may even have been in league with some Oracle Palace dignitaries. Certain descendants of the gods have crossed over to the outside world through the bronze door.”
“What?” Skylar Neal and the others exclaimed in shock and indignation.
The soldiers at the front lines had waged bloody battles, defending the country gate against the aborigine martial artists, ensuring they didn’t breach the bronze gate’s defenses.
“I’ll name the boy. Let Heather choose for the girl,” Braydon decided, pausing to consider.
“Heather surely hopes for our children to lead peaceful lives. Even if they’re ordinary, it’s enough. Let’s name him Peace Neal.”
“That could be a nickname, not a given name,” Yuri Qualls interjected, shaking his head.
“Once the child is born, he’ll be the young master of the Northern Army, inheriting his father’s legacy. He’ll be crowned king in the northern territory and eventually ascend to the throne on Mount Tanish at twenty. This is the destiny of the Neal family.”
“We’ve endured much in our generation. If we bear these hardships, our future children won’t have to endure as much as we did in our youth,” Braydon added, expressing his hopes for his offspring.
With Xetsa, Braydon departed, uncertain when they would meet again.
As he boarded the ancient bronze ship, he bid farewell to the Northern Army sons, promising to return.
“Brother!” The Northern Army sons watched, their eyes misty with emotion, as the ancient vessel took off.
Braydon’s voice echoed from afar, “Let Heather, or the children’s grandparents, name the two children. I, Braydon, have honored my duty to Hansworth and its people, but I’ve also honored my obligations to Heather and my parents. Since our reunion, we’ve been apart. I will repay what I owe Heather in this life or the next.”
And with that, Braydon embarked on his journey, leaving behind the legacy of the Ning family.
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Braydon’s voice grew softer and softer until the ancient bronze ship dwindled into a mere black dot and vanished from sight.
Frediano Jadanza, who had been stationed at Jaa’ku, stealthily made his way to the foot of Machusa.
From a distance, he observed Braydon boarding the ancient vessel.
“I’m still too weak,” Frediano muttered hoarsely. “If I were an emperor, I could overrun the Zunde Royal Dynasty. Braydon, why settle for just 5,000 miles of land?”
“If Braydon desires territory, I’ll seize it for him!” Frediano felt a profound sense of humiliation. Today marked a grave dishonor for the Northern Army—a day of great shame.
“If we had all become emperors, the Oracle Palace wouldn’t dare to take my brother away!” Westley Hader exclaimed fiercely.
“Without an emperor, the Northern Army shall not rest peacefully in my lifetime!” Luther declared with determination.
“If we don’t slaughter the Oracle Palace, I will never be at ease!” Yuri clenched his teeth, his eyes tinged with redness.
Today, they bore witness to their brother, who had shielded them since childhood, being snatched away by outsiders.
Braydon had been their protector in their formative years.