The Strongest War God - Chapter 1326

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.

The 16th ruin represented a beacon of hope, but the presence of the divine-level characters posed a significant threat.

With Dominic’s departure, the capital’s various departments entered emergency mode.

Later, Trevon Neal asked softly, “Daddy, what is Project Hope?”

“You’ll understand when you grow up,” Braydon replied, lifting his son gently. “Close your eyes, Trevon. You’ll enter a deep sleep for a while. When you wake up, Daddy will be there to fetch you.”

“Okay” Trevon complied obediently.

In the next moment, Braydon retrieved a vial of purple liquid from his pouch—purple mystic ice.

It enveloped the little fellow’s entire body, encasing it in ice.

In the distance, Heather covered her mouth with her fair hands as tears streamed down her face.

She knew that this time, there was a 90% chance that her children would never see his father again.

Braydon had personally frozen his child.

Judith Neal blinked innocently and asked, “Daddy, what’s this on my brother?”

“It’s ice!” Braydon replied, bending down to pinch his daughter’s little nose. “Judith, be good. Stay with Trevon, okay?”

“Okay.” Judith obediently closed her eyes.

Braydon’s fingers trembled slightly, and his nose felt sore.

Braydon, who was decisive in killing, had to be ruthless in the face of his own children.

The two children were now frozen, leaving Heather in tears.

“Heather,” Braydon comforted her softly.

“I know,” Heather replied, tears streaming down her face.

But what she did not know was that Braydon also intended to freeze her.

Regardless of whether Heather would hate him in the future, Braydon had already made the decision to freeze Heather nine months ago.

Even Braydon would find it hard to survive this calamity, let alone Heather.

Braydon knew the high chances of him dying in battle; the children could live without a father, but they could not lose their mother.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Braydon—the martial arts banished immortal.

The banished immortal transformed into a faint light and swiftly entered Heather’s glabella, initiating the spirit locking technique, a forbidden technique known to many as one of Braydon’s arsenal.

Yet, it required the assistance of the banished immortals.

Heather collapsed weakly onto the ground, slipping into a profound slumber as her spiritual aperture was sealed and consciousness ensnared.

Only then could Braydon proceed to freeze her.

Heather knew Braydon well, and he too knew her well.

If he hadn’t taken this step, she would have never consented to being encased in ice.

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.