ushernet Chapter 1295: He Does Things with Far-Reaching Conspiracies
Chapter 1295: He Does Things with Far-Reaching Conspiracies
Chapter 1295: He Does Things with Far-Reaching Conspiracies
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Under the shroud of mental power, it could expedite the ascent of a ninth-level king to the pinnacle realm by opening the door to the pinnacle.
On the day Jonah Shaw ascended to the emperor realm, he unleashed the pent-up fury that had simmered within him for a year.
He wanted to rally the Sanguine Army, intending to march on the Donta Imperial Dynasty.
His ambition extended to leading his forces across vast distances to besiege the Donta Imperial Dynasty and retrieve his elder brother, Braydon Neal.
However, his plans were thwarted by Hendrix Bailey, Westley Hader, and Harvey Lay.
The timing was simply not ripe.
Braydon remained confined within Donta Imperial City, under house arrest, for the past two years.
In this gathering, each individual harbored a deep-seated resentment, suppressing their indignation, all longing for the return of their brother, Braydon.
Yet, Donta Imperial City wielded formidable power.
Any misstep could spell catastrophe for the Northern Army.
Luther Carden surveyed the room, his tone soft as he addressed them, “Before Big Brother departed, he entrusted me with a secret order, bestowing upon me the highest authority in the Northern Army.”
With those words, he produced the Northern King Token—Braydon’s token—a symbol of command that instilled reverence akin to beholding a military commander.
With this decree, one could mobilize the entire might of the Northern Army.
Once unleashed, the decree carried the weight of a mountain, compelling all sons of the Northern Army to heed its call.
A hush fell over the assembly.
“Ever since Big Brother set foot on South Pole Island and discovered the ruins, I could sense the burden weighing on his heart, even though he never voiced it. Particularly when he learned of the formidable figures within those ruins,” Luther continued softly.
“It has a multitude of emperors and divines. Should conflict erupt, we would be utterly overwhelmed. Though I am reluctant to admit it, facing such an alien race sometimes breeds a sense of despair within me,” Luther confessed.
His words were not intended to boost morale at the expense of his own stature.
Skylar Neal posed his question calmly, “My brother has entrusted you with the highest authority in the Northern Army. Yet, over the past two years, you’ve directed all our forces toward the 16th ruin, neglecting your own advancement along the imperial path.”
“Back then, he publicly declared his intent to expand Hansworth’s territory. Do you believe that was his sole aim?” Luther recounted Braydon’s resolve.
Westley interjected bluntly, “Conquering the 16th ruin and bringing it under Hansworth’s control would grant us access to a plethora of spirit crystals, spirit stones, and spirit herbs. These resources will be vital for nourishing our martial artists throughout Hansworth, bolstering our martial arts prowess.”
Hansworth had stood as a pillar of the world for millennia, and Braydon aimed to ensure that hope endured, passing it down through the generations to secure victory in the future—this was Braydon’s legacy.
Despite the ongoing internal rivalries among the world’s geniuses vying for the title of the greatest prodigy, Braydon had already strategized for the future.
“The events of the past have validated Big Brother’s concerns,” Luther remarked softly. “The millennium-long deadline of the imperial decree is nearing its end. These aborigines have spent centuries devising means to breach the bronze door and wreak havoc beyond its confines. A thousand years ago, they succeeded in doing so, prompting the Seventh Sovereign Lord of the Heavenly Mountain to lead Hansworth’s ancestors in declaring war. Though they ultimately perished, they managed to suppress the ruins for a millennium.
“A millennium has elapsed. How many ruins have managed to master the method to breach the bronze door?
“No one can say for sure!”
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Luther occupied the forefront, each of his words carrying a weighty sense of pressure and even a hint of despair.
As he spoke, it was as if the 3,000 aboriginal inhabitants of the ruins were charging forth simultaneously, an unstoppable force that no one outside could hope to halt.
Such was the stark reality.
“That’s the undeniable reality,” Luther remarked with a faint smile. “Back then, Big Brother willingly ventured to the Oracle Palace with Xetsa Yeza, proposing that all 37 cities be brought under our dominion. It was a strategic move, buying us time. His hope was that we could fortify our strength to its utmost before the ruins erupted into chaos.
“He envisioned us possessing the strength to contend with the Donta Imperial Dynasty and divide it equally. Thus, the 16th ruin would serve as a sanctuary for Hansworth, a bastion of safety,” he continued.
“When the time comes, the 16th ruin will stand as our final refuge. All we need to do is guard the bronze door. It’s far more feasible to defend one door than to safeguard 3,000.
“With 3,000 ruins and an equal number of doors, the loss of a single door and the emergence of the aborigines would render the defense of the remaining 2,999 doors moot,” Luther emphasized.
The Northern Army men, gathered in the conference hall, listened intently to Luther’s every word.
Each utterance felt like a heavy blow to their hearts, driving home the gravity of the situation.
Was the urgency truly this dire?
Braydon and Luther could already foresee the future unfolding before them.
In this moment, everyone grasped why Luther had yet to ascend to the emperor realm.
With such a monumental burden weighing on his heart, he bore the weight of the world.
Two years prior, he had tirelessly mobilized the entire might of the Northern Army to converge upon the 16th ruin, meticulously orchestrating its establishment.
This last path of retreat for Hansworth held immense significance.
In the event of the worst-case scenario, the Northern Army would assume control of the 16th ruin, providing refuge for millions of children and youths, safeguarding the future of the Hansworth civilization.
This was the essence of the preservation plan.