The Strongest War God - Chapter 1325

Chapter 1325: Freeze the Children

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The first six attempts were aimed at Heather Sage and her children.

This time, however, they targeted Braydon Neal himself, clearly crossing the Fifth Divine Palace’s red line.

In a hushed tone, the Second Elder remarked, “King Braydon of Hansworth is heir to the Great Hansworth Seal. Just fifteen minutes ago, the old leader of Hansworth confronted the Great Elder, demanding an explanation for the Fifth Divine Palace’s actions over the years. The Great Elder found himself at a loss for words, unable to justify our activities.”

“Second Elder, while Hansworth may pose a formidable force and its old leader may inspire fear, we of the Fifth Divine Palace have no reason to cower, do we?”

The fair-skinned Seventh Elder rose, his dissatisfaction evident in his tone.

The Fifth Divine Palace boasted a long history and housed an array of formidable experts.

Its internal organization was shrouded in secrecy, known only to a select few within the Elder Committee.

Despite the fearsome reputation of Hansworth’s old leader, holding the Fifth Divine Palace accountable seemed unfounded.

The Second Elder offered no explanation. Regardless of the old leader’s strength, he knew precisely what information to divulge.

After all, the world’s martial arts had originated from Hansworth, and the elder generation of martial arts cultivators in Hansworth held the old leader in high esteem—a venerable figure whose formidable reputation had endured through the ages.

Long ago, before Braydon rose to prominence, the old leader had already established a legacy of bloodshed that rivaled even the most fearsome martial figures.

Back then, when the world’s prodigies beheld the old leader, none dared utter his name.

He stood as a peerless prodigy, truly dominating his era.

How else could he be deemed worthy of holding the Great Hansworth Seal?

Successive leaders placed little value on cunning or wit; strength alone was their criterion.

Only the mightiest of experts could safeguard Hansworth.

It was widely recognized that in the face of absolute strength, any scheme amounted to mere folly—a futile attempt akin to a clown challenging an emperor.

When an emperor grew wrathful, corpses littered the landscape for miles, cities reduced to bloodied ruins.

All stratagems crumbled to naught.

Now, within the Fifth Divine Palace, an Elder Meeting convened.

“Starting today, we resume the eradication of aborigines,” the Second Elder declared solemnly. “We will eliminate them on sight. The First Elder has expressed his intolerance for further attacks on Hansworth’s King Braydon by the aborigines.”

“Yes, sir!”

The collective response froze everyone’s expression.

None dared disobey the Great Elder’s edict.

His words held absolute authority.

With that, the meeting concluded swiftly.

The more potent a figure, the briefer the deliberations.

Clearly, a significant event had stirred the assembly of such eminent figures.

In such pivotal moments, it fell upon the absolute authority to address the issue, rallying all to action.

“Could the Fifth and Sixth Elders remain behind for a moment?” the Second Elder requested calmly.

Despite the shock rippling through many, they tactfully excused themselves, leaving only three individuals in the hall.

The Second Elder, concealed behind his mask, murmured, “Louis, how is Braydon faring?”

“He’s charting his own course,” replied Louis Neal.

As Braydon’s father, he refrained from meddling in his son’s martial arts journey.

“The Great Elder is aware of the Spirit Sea beings and has made contact with Braydon,” the Second Elder disclosed. “Upon your return, inquire whether he can mobilize the Spirit Sea beings to subdue the 3,000 ruins after the imperial decree ends.”

“A millennium ago, the Seventh Sovereign Lord ventured into the Spirit Sea and clashed with its denizens. The result of the battle remains unknown, but they left a warning advising against provoking the Spirit Sea beings when the bronze door opens.”

Louis furrowed his brow deeply.

If the Spirit Sea beings were willing to aid them, they would have done so a thousand years ago.

Back then, that group chose to remain passive observers.

Their aid was unlikely now.

“We must attempt it,” sighed the Second Elder softly.

“Agreed,” nodded Louis before he and his brother departed.

In Preston, within the Neal family manor, Braydon returned home early.

Upon arrival, he spotted his daughter playing in the courtyard.

A gentle smile graced his lips. “Judith!”

“Daddy!” Judith Neal dashed into his embrace with eager enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Trevon Neal sat in the pavilion, glancing over with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Even the little one wished for his father’s embrace!

However, Braydon treated his son and daughter differently.

While he showered affection upon Judith, there was a subtle sternness in his demeanor toward Trevon.

He was destined to inherit the throne of the Northern Army, and amidst the impending calamity, Braydon’s fate was sealed.

Braydon’s eldest son, Trevon, was born with an opened spiritual aperture, symbolizing the hope of the next generation.

Despite his young age, Braydon harbored great expectations for him.

“Trevon!” Braydon carried his daughter to the pavilion, where Trevon stood up obediently upon his arrival.

“Daddy!” Trevon greeted him eagerly.

“Have you memorized everything I taught you?” Braydon inquired.

The young boy nodded earnestly.

Trevon had already committed the Great Void of Kylo Art and the Spirit Summoning Art to memory.

Heather approached, her affection for her eldest son evident in her gaze.

“Youjust returned home, and all you care about is cuddling this little mischief-maker. Trevon is putting in a lot of effort. I don’t see you praising him enough.”

“Heather, I want to seal Trevon and Judith in ice,” Braydon declared.

“I won’t allow it!” Heather responded indignantly.

“You know as well as I do that, with our combined strength, we won’t be able to protect Trevon and Judith. If we seal them in ice and place them on Mount Kylo, it will be the safest option for their future recovery,” Braydon explained, gently setting down his daughter before taking Heather’s hand and leading her into the manor to elaborate on his intentions.

Even Braydon couldn’t guarantee the safety of his children in the tumultuous times ahead.

As a great battle loomed on the horizon, even great divines would fall.

The imminent explosion of the 3,000 ruins placed him squarely in the crosshairs of aboriginal experts, leaving him little time to safeguard his family.

Hence, he resolved to have them frozen on Mount Kylo for their protection.

Kylo had stood in the human world for countless years, and Braydon had never heard of anyone who could breach its defenses.

As Heather’s eyes reddened, she glanced at the two children in the pavilion, who resembled delicate porcelain dolls.

The children were still so young, and the thought of them enduring endless darkness and loneliness of being frozen weighed heavily on her.

Meanwhile, Braydon held her hand gently, his gaze tender as he spoke, “First, I’ll freeze the children. Then, I’ll freeze you. When the children wake up, you’ll wake up too. Then, you can take care of the children.”

“No!” Heather exclaimed, in anguish.

She couldn’t bear the thought of being frozen.

Despite Braydon’s past few years of obscurity, she had used her status as the daughter of civil arts to wield significant influence in the palace.

She was privy to many things, including Braydon’s imminent battle to the death in nine months.

He intended to face it alone.

If she agreed to be sealed in ice, it might be their final farewell.

“I’ll seal you in ice and place you on Mount Kylo,” Braydon insisted softly. “That way, I won’t have to worry about you anymore.”

“I don’t want you to worry about me. Freeze the children and Mom on Kylo, and I’ll stand by your side to fight those aborigines,” Heather declared firmly, refusing Braydon’s request.

She would never agree to be frozen.

If Braydon perished in battle, what would be the purpose of her life?

Although their children were of utmost importance, Laura Quinn and Louis, as grandparents, could also care for them.