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Chapter 1229: The Northern King’s Determination to Expand Territory
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The sword was directed at the 300,000 aboriginal soldiers.
“I face numerous constraints in the outside world,” Braydon Neal murmured. “My mentors are still in the mortal world, alive and well. There are certain things I’m unable to undertake! For instance, the expansion of Hansworth’s territory!”
“I serve in the military, carrying two distinct responsibilities. The first is safeguarding the people, the nation, and the global populace. It’s the duty of military personnel. The people sustain the military with their support, so naturally, we must protect them with our lives.
“The second is territorial expansion!”
Braydon’s subdued tone betrayed his ambition.
This young King Braydon had gained renown early in life, wielding significant influence!
Bred in the military, every renowned general in the armed forces harbored the aspiration to enlarge their territories.
The Military Department was embroiled in a war!
For the military higher-ups, expanding territory and leaving a mark in history was a shared dream.
Commander Neal, leading the hundred generals of the military, likely harbored the same ambition.
In the outside world, Braydon had to restrain himself. He couldn’t pursue this goal.
Martial Emperor Yanagi held sway over the capital, and the surrounding hundred nations feared Braydon.
If Braydon initiated a war and sought territorial expansion, it would undoubtedly trigger panic among the countless nations globally, leading to an unending conflict.
Braydon couldn’t risk it.
However, the current setting was one of chaos!
A true lawless realm.
Braydon’s tone remained gentle. “Born in Hansworth, stationed in the military headquarters, the destiny of the nation rests upon your shoulders. From today onward, you must decide!”
The Northern King needed unwavering determination!
This wasn’t child’s play.
One shouldn’t overlook Braydon’s ident.i.ty. Holding the Great Hansworth Seal, he was the new leader of Hansworth, the son of Hansworth, entrusted with the nation’s fate.
Prince Braydon’s ambition mirrored the country’s ambition!
His resolute decision alone represented numerous followers ready to stand by him.
But Braydon believed it was the right time!
The ruins had become a catastrophe.
The aborigines and the martial artists from the Oracle Palace were restless, eager to break through to the outside world at any moment.
Such calamities couldn’t be left for future generations to face.
Troubles needed to be quelled!
“I made my decision at twenty-one. Though belated, it’s not too late!” Braydon smiled lightly.
“Today, I, Braydon, have resolved to expand Hansworth’s territory in this lifetime to repay the country’s kindness!”
Braydon had made up his mind, disclosing it to the outsiders.
The Northern King never made empty promises.
Once determined, he would dedicate the remainder of his life to the cause.
As soon as he spoke, the world fell into silence.
Sorrell Neal’s eyes widened in horror. He turned to look at his elder brother, whom he had just met today, wondering about this elder brother’s nature in the outside world.
Meanwhile, Braydon brandished 80,000 swords. He glanced at the 300,000 aboriginal soldiers and said casually, “Today, I’ve decided to kill 300,000 of your soldiers in the wilderness. Consider it a gift from me to my younger brother!”
Swoos.h.!.+
His sword danced like a river of stars, sweeping through the entire army.
80,000 flying swords taking down 300,000 enemies?
Was it a challenge?
For Braydon, it was anything but.
Once upon a time, many wanted to dub Braydon as the Human Butcher.
However, this t.i.tle held no weight in the capital, let alone being allowed to surface.
Using such a name was bound to shorten one’s life.
How could it be thrown around carelessly?
Hence, those who dared to utter such nonsense were swiftly dealt with by the capital secret guards.
Now, the moment of carnage was about to unfold.
The flying swords painted the ground with a deadly sweep.
The youth with delicate features frowned slightly. “Foolish old man,” he murmured, “halt this sword immortal. Don’t let him disrupt today’s proceedings.”
“Yes, sir!”
The white-haired old man accompanying the youthful figure in the aborigine army ascended into the air.
He unleashed all his vitality, creating a semi-circular barrier to s.h.i.+eld himself as he confronted the flying swords head-on.
He alone blocked thousands of flying swords.
Simultaneously, the power of heaven and earth enveloped Braydon’s head.
One of them was a supreme pinnacle, with a vitality of several million Na, and his mental power had even reached stage two.
However, a black spear emerged from behind Braydon, piercing through the foolish old man’s vitality barrier instantly.
“Brother!” Sorrell exclaimed. “I’ll hold him off!”
Sorrell engaged in a fierce battle with the foolish old man, leaving Braydon free to annihilate the 300,000 aboriginal soldiers.
This was crucial for Koa Short and Laken Savage to lead the army below and eliminate the 70,000 aborigines before retreating to the ancient city.
Otherwise, if the 300,000 aboriginal soldiers pressed forward, Koa and the others would undoubtedly crumble. The cost would be heavy casualties, and even the ancient city would be in jeopardy.
Sorrell and the old man clashed fiercely.
Meanwhile, Braydon began his slaughter with the swords. Tens of thousands of blades swept through.
The swords pierced their hearts.
Aborigine corpses sprawled in pools of blood.
Rivers of blood formed, and the ground was layered with corpses.
The terror of a sword immortal unfolded in full force.
In a mere 15 minutes.
Wherever Braydon’s flying swords ventured, he carved a path through the area.
Over half of the aborigine army lay dead, collapsing on the spot!
The aborigines fled, beyond control.
Yet, Braydon was determined to exterminate them all.
Failure to do so would only invite a resurgence of these aborigines in the future.
And could they outrun flying swords in their escape?
Streaks of red light streaked across the world. Each sword strike claimed an aborigine’s life.
Single-handedly, Braydon faced off against 300,000 aboriginal soldiers and slaughtered them all!
What struck fear was that Braydon’s white attire remained pristine, untouched by a single drop of blood.
Simultaneously, a youth with delicate features stood in the shadows. It was Maduka Hlongwane. Despite the aborigine deaths, his gaze remained unwavering. To him, the aborigines under his command were nothing more than ants.
If they perished, so be it!
It was not worth his sorrow.
The youthful-looking man, Maduka, refrained from attacking Braydon. Instead, he opted to eliminate one of them—Sorrell.
He and Sorrell harbored deep animosity, long-standing adversaries in numerous clashes.
The two were familiar foes, engaging in a relentless dance of offense and defense.
As Braydon concentrated all his energy on vanquis.h.i.+ng the aborigine soldiers, the old man gradually gained the upper hand against Sorrell.
Having weathered numerous b.l.o.o.d.y battles, Sorrell’s strength was depleted. Now, he had the challenging task of holding off the old man, buying precious time for Braydon.
For a young man, such a feat was already commendable!
In that fleeting moment, Maduka made his move. Gripping his slanted battle sword tightly, he concealed his aura to the utmost and launched a sudden attack, akin to a ghost.
Swoos.h.!.+
“Pfft!”
Sorrell spat out blood, glancing down at the blade’s tip piercing his abdomen.
Maduka loomed behind Sorrell.
Simultaneously, the old man directed a pointed finger at Sorrell’s chest.
A red beam of light punctured Sorrell’s chest, the finger piercing his heart in a near-fatal strike.
The combined a.s.saults of the two experts sealed Sorrell’s fate.
In battles among experts, a mere instant could determine the outcome.
Maduka spoke softly, “What a shame it is to lose one adversary, but I can’t afford to let you live. Your potential to become an emperor in the future is unsettling. Not taking your life would haunt my nights.”
Sorrell’s life force extinguished as his body fell.
“Brother!” Braydon abruptly turned, his pupils contracting in anger.
“So, he’s your brother. After dealing with him, it’ll be your turn next!”
Maduka displayed cunning strategy, opting to eliminate Sorrell first before teaming up with the old man to a.s.sail Braydon.