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Chapter 1326: Vast Territory, Not Giving an Inch
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At the very least, Mount Kylo would provide a future for the children.
On this matter, Braydon Neal didn’t argue further.
Over the next seven months, Braydon remained within the Neal family manor, rarely venturing outside.
He spent his days at home with his wife and children, personally guiding his son and playing with his daughter.
Occasionally, he even cooked alongside Heather Sage.
The family of four enjoyed a happy and harmonious life together.
Nine months flew by swiftly.
However, more than 90% of the world’s population remained unaware of the ruins and their inhabitants.
As the thousand-year deadline approached, all 3,000 ruins began to stir with abnormal activity.
In the 16th ruin, the Donta Imperial Dynasty had met its demise.
Other dynasties swiftly mobilized their forces, converging towards the 16th bronze door.
Among them was Rayha Qhobela from the Oracle Palace.
Within the 16th ruin, divine-level figures, whether from forbidden areas or forbidden lands, emerged.
There were spirit beast divines and even plant demon divine.
With the thousand-year mark drawing near, chaos erupted in all 3,000 ruins.
The riots had begun a month prior, spreading like wildfire across the globe.
The news disseminated rapidly, reaching the hundred countries.
Of the 72 bronze doors that had previously been open, 70 were sealed shut in a single night.
When the impending calamity loomed, the nations of the world found themselves powerless to resist.
They could only seal the bronze doors shut, leaving only two open.
The 14th and 16th doors remained accessible, one guarded by Old Devil Yanagi and the other by the Northern Army.
At the Neal manor, Dominic Lowe arrived personally.
Spotting Braydon, he approached and addressed him respectfully, “Northern King!”
“I’m aware of the situation. Let’s initiate the seed plan. Send the selected children to the 16th ruin,” Braydon replied, strolling around the manor with his son’s hand in his.
“Many divine-level figures have emerged in the 16th ruin,” Dominic remarked gravely.
“I’ll handle them,” Braydon’s response, though indifferent, reassured Dominic.
A layer of purple ice enveloped Heather’s form, resembling a peaceful slumber.
Despite her serene appearance, her furrowed eyebrows hinted at a trace of reluctance.
With Heather now in a deep sleep, Braydon found solace, unburdened by worries.
Fearlessly, he faced the impending challenges, even death itself.
“Old Crane, I’ll need your assistance,” Braydon spoke with resolve.
In the preceding months, Braydon had visited Mount Kylo several times, where Old Crane was stationed.
Now, it was time for Old Crane to return, along with Heather and their children.
“Young Master,” Old Crane murmured respectfully, “come back with me to Kylo. It’s the safest place for you in this world.”
“A man must have something worth fighting for,” Braydon retorted, declining the offer to hide in Kylo.
Concealing himself in Mount Kylo would signify a life of ignominy, a choice unsuitable for a man burdened with responsibilities.
Old Crane persisted, “The Northern Army has established a haven in the 16th ruin, capable of accommodating numerous civilians. You could abandon everything and seek refuge there. Why must you engage in a life-and-death struggle, Young Master?”
“We won’t cede an inch of our ancestors’ territory!” Braydon declared resolutely, echoing the sentiment of countless ancestors who had safeguarded Hansworth’s vast lands throughout history.
The younger generation’s acquiescence to the aborigines’ advances was unacceptable.
How could they face their forebears if they allowed foreign invaders to triumph uncontested?
A man of towering stature, Braydon felt compelled to take action, even if it meant risking his life.
As the thousand-year imperial decree conclusion loomed, a war with the aborigines became inevitable.
Braydon’s generation had no option but to confront this looming threat head-on.
Within the depths of the manor, Louis Neal and Liam Neal emerged, accompanied by individuals sealed in ice, all slated to be transported back to Mount Kylo by Old Crane.
Among them was Laura Quinn, Braydon’s mother, along with Qahira Sage, and Ginny Neal, Braydon’s younger sister.
Ginny, now a blossoming young lady, had spent years honing her martial skills at the prestigious Sanguine Youth Institution, emerging as a formidable martial genius.
Despite Ginny’s exceptional talents and her status as a scion of the esteemed Neal family, Liam deemed it necessary to seal her away, acknowledging the uncertainty of the challenges that lay ahead.
Expressing his gratitude to Old Crane, Louis bowed respectfully, acknowledging the burden of the task entrusted to him.
“Your assistance is greatly appreciated, Old Crane,” he conveyed with sincerity.
As Braydon’s father, Louis held a significant role in his life.
With a somber expression, Liam addressed Braydon softly, conveying the difficult truth: “Braydon, it’s unlikely that your uncle and I will be able to accompany you to the South Pole. We are affiliated with the Fifth Divine Hall, and as the war approaches, we must heed their directives.”
Braydon observed silently as the two elders departed.
With the imminent war looming, every man born in Hansworth bore the weighty responsibility of defending their homeland.
Simultaneously, a familiar figure materialized within the manor. “Lucian Cross, Northern Army hidden agent, pays respects to the commander,” announced the newcomer, a figure from Braydon’s past who had since ascended to the pinnacle realm.