20demayo Chapter 1300: Returning to the Neal Mansion
Chapter 1300: Returning to the Neal Mansion
Chapter 1300: Returning to the Neal Mansion
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Zunde Royal Dynasty boasted a vast territory spanning ten thousand miles, with half of it falling under the jurisdiction of the Northern Army.
However, with Luther Carden and the others harboring grand ambitions, settling for half the territory was out of the question—they coveted nothing short of the entire expanse.
Thus, on the day of Braydon Neal’s return, Luther rallied all the elites.
The three armies launched an assault on the Zunde Royal City, welcoming Braydon’s return.
Meanwhile, the Western Army, Groot Army, and royal guards, all under Luther’s command, were mobilized to seize control of the remaining aboriginal cities.
Led by Khalil Zorn, Channing Lestrange, and Juneau Haines, who had all attained the emperor realm, these forces embarked on a campaign to expand their dominion.
Braydon remained in Zunde Royal City for a day, during which the Northern Army swiftly established control.
Any resistance met with swift retribution—Braydon ordered the execution of all who brandished weapons and refused to submit.
With a population exceeding ten million, Zunde Royal City could ill afford unrest, lest it incur massive casualties upon the Northern Army.
Any signs of dissent were promptly quelled.
In the main hall of Fela Yengo’s palace, the Northern Army imperial guards enforced martial law, ensuring order was maintained.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Braydon surveyed the gathered individuals—Cole Colbie, Luke Yates, and others—and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Even Luke has ascended to the emperor realm. It appears you haven’t been idle these past two years,” he remarked.
“Brother, the Northern Army now boasts 100 emperors and 50,000 pinnacles!” Yuri Qualls disclosed, revealing a closely guarded secret—the current strength of the Northern Army.
With just the Northern Army alone, their might could dominate the entire outside world.
And the Northern Army possessed even more formidable forces beyond the Northern Army.
The Northern King’s influence extended far and wide.
The man in charge of the nine departments and twenty-four divisions of the three armies was Braydon, solidifying the Northern Army into a formidable force.
In the past, Braydon harbored concerns that the Northern Army might meet the fate of the Ludwig Army.
Thus, for over a decade, he meticulously orchestrated a strategic chess game, now firmly established and impervious to disruption.
Simultaneously, the men of the Northern Army had ascended to the peak of their pursuits, having attained the emperor realm.
They had matured into independent leaders, no longer reliant on Braydon’s perpetual guardianship.
Upon learning of the devastation, the Donta Imperial Dynasty seethed with rage.
The obliteration of one of their ten royal dynasties was an intolerable affront, a profound humiliation.
Despite their fury, the Donta Imperial Dynasty found themselves impotent to dispatch their divine-level figures to crush the Northern Army.
Any such attempt would likely result in interception and annihilation by the formidable Jashon, presenting an insurmountable obstacle.
The delicate balance of power among the three factions—Donta Imperial Dynasty, Oracle Palace, and the Northern Army—bred mutual wariness.
While the Donta Imperial Dynasty held sway over the 16th ruin, the Oracle Palace, though waning, retained its potency, with Rayha’s survival posing an ongoing threat.
Even in her weakened state, Rayha remained formidable, a fact not to be underestimated.
Amidst the 16th ancient city, Braydon made his descent.
Waiting for him were Sorrell Neal and Luther, their expressions a mix of anticipation and relief at their brother’s return after two long years.
“Braydon!” Sorrell’s eyes lit up at the sight of Braydon.
“You’ve grown,” Braydon remarked softly, acknowledging his brother’s maturation.
“Grandpa misses you,” Sorrell conveyed, revealing that their grandfather, Graham Neal, often spoke of Braydon during his absence.
“I have something to discuss with Grandpa,” Braydon revealed, pondering his grandfather’s possible dealings with the Donta Imperial Dynasty or Oracle Palace.
Concerned, Luther interjected softly, “You’ll need to address Heather’s questions about the preservation plan when you return to the capital. She’s sent over a hundred inquiries in the past two years.”
“Let me handle that,” Braydon assured, ready to assuage Heather Sage’s concerns upon his return.
Upon hearing about the impending issue, Braydon released a heavy sigh, a cloud of exasperation escaping his lips.
The looming end of the millennium-long imperial decree weighed heavily on his mind.
With 3,000 ruins and 3,000 doors, how could the myriad nations across the globe possibly fortify their defenses?
The influx of aborigines into the outside world would unleash a cataclysmic disaster of global proportions.
Determined to avert such a calamity, Braydon resolved to establish a secure enclave within the 16th ruin.
His aim was to safeguard the future of Hansworth and ensure its continued existence.
Having grown up in the military, Braydon and his comrades understood the value of readiness and preparation.
Meanwhile, the silent presence of the little fool, munching on a cucumber, trailed alongside Braydon.
Perhaps, he too harbored a desire to return to the outside world and seize the opportunity to explore.