The Strongest War God - Chapter 1327

Chapter 1327: The Giants’ Meeting

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal regarded him with a faint smile. “Lucian, aren’t you stationed in the northern desert? What brings you here?”

“There’s been an incident in the capital. Grand Secretary Lowe requested that I inform you,” Lucian Cross replied, projecting images through his watch.

On the screen appeared the southern gate of the capital, where a vast crowd had gathered.

The mass of people was dense, likely exceeding 100,000 individuals.

Amidst the throng, over ten thousand heads could be counted, creating a sea of bodies bustling with noise and activity.

Their collective aim was evident—they sought entry into the 16th ruin.

The once-secretive nature of the ruins had dissipated over the years, particularly due to the Northern Army’s frequent deployments there.

As word spread among martial artists who had returned from the South Pole Island, the impending disaster became common knowledge, disseminated further among the populace.

Now, these individuals had converged at the southern gate of the capital, hoping to secure passage through the bronze door into the 16th ruin.

However, in accordance with Braydon’s directives, entry to the ruins was restricted to disciples of Hansworth, with one condition—being underage.

As long as they were underage children, regardless of gender or background—whether ordinary or prodigious in cultivation—they were welcome to enter the 16th ruin.

Children symbolized the hope of a nation and a people.

With their presence, the promise of the future remained boundless.

The 16th ruin had the capacity to accommodate countless children.

Thus, regardless of their origin, whether from powerful and aristocratic families or martial sects, they were granted entry.

However, for adult martial artists, their duty lay in shouldering arms and obeying the commands issued by the capital.

They were tasked with defending the bronze doors against aboriginal incursions at any given moment.

In theory, the plan was sound.

However, not all martial artists shared the same sense of duty as those of the Northern Army.

If all Hansworth martial artists were truly committed to righteousness, the tragic loss of the Ludwig Army’s heroic souls would not have been in vain.

Presently, the martial artists gathered at the capital’s southern gate primarily hailed from powerful and aristocratic families.

They harbored little inclination to heed orders or engage in battles at the bronze door.

Instead, they sought entry into the 16th ruin.

Within the capital, Martial Emperor Yanagi wore a grim expression, while Dominic Lowe couldn’t help but sigh.

“These ruins are part of Hansworth’s soil, nurtured and protected by the nation. Yet, when faced with calamity, these individuals show no inclination to defend their homeland. Their sole desire is to access the 16th ruin.”

“They shall not pass!” declared Martial Lord Sawyer Quail with unwavering composure.

His statement resonated with all present, who understood that the rules governing entry into the 16th ruin were established by Braydon.

The sanctuary within was a testament to the efforts of the Northern Army.

Regarding the matter of the 16th ruin, Braydon held ultimate authority.

His orders were absolute and unalterable.

Any attempts to incite unrest among martial artists outside the capital would likely provoke Braydon’s ire.

Upon learning of the situation in the capital, Braydon remained indifferent.

He no longer possessed the energy to concern himself with such matters.

The squabbles among sects, powerful, and aristocratic families held no sway over him.

Their agitation was futile, as the true adversary facing the world lay within the 3,000 ruins.

The defense of the bronze doos was paramount, for their breach would leave no refuge for the myriad nations.

Amidst the vast expanse of the South Pole Island, where endless ocean met icy terrain, Braydon, clad in white, descended from the sky.

The island teemed with people, stirred by the turmoil within the 3,000 ruins that had unfolded over the past six months.

Aboriginal armies amassed, and the presence of emperors and divines became increasingly common.

In response, the bronze doors sealed shut, prompting the withdrawal of martial artists from across the great empires.

Presently, only two ruins remained unclosed: the 14th and 16th ruins.

It was upon the South Pole Island that a momentous gathering convened, presided over by the 72 giants of the South Pole.

This assembly would determine the fate of humanity.

The various prominent figures had, to varying degrees, established connections with the aboriginal dynasties over the past century, reaping numerous benefits for their families.

However, when faced with the critical moment, they were not foolish.

They promptly sealed the bronze doors shut.

In a modest courtyard on South Pole Island, these figures convened.

Finley Yanagi was among them.

“Devil King Yanagi, why hasn’t the 14th ruin been closed?” Syon Janis inquired, wearing a stern expression.

“Graham, the 16th ruin should have been sealed by now, correct?” murmured the Janis family’s representative.

Of the 67 magnates present, 11 hailed from Hansworth, while the remainder originated from the ten great empires or other smaller nations.

Five of the original seventy-two magnates had fallen over countless years.

As the bronze doors of various ruins were already sealed shut, only those held by Old Devil Yanagi and Graham Neal remained open.

If the aborigines emerged, who could halt their advance?

The weight of such responsibility was immense.

“It’s simple to close the bronze door,” Old Devil Yanagi stated calmly. “But reopening it may prove challenging. Moreover, do you truly believe that closing the door will resolve everything?”

“Do you have any suggestions?” Syon’s gaze betrayed his despair.

“Even a single ruin’s power is beyond our capacity to withstand,” rasped the Janis family’s representative. “Inside, the aborigines, spirit beasts, and plant demons all pose formidable threats. And let’s not forget the Oracle Palace and the fearsome creatures within the forbidden regions.”