Chapter 1801 Chopping Off Hope
Chapter 1801: Chopping Off Hope Chapter 1801: Chopping Off Hope Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation He didn’t dare to say whether the little fool was dead or alive! However, with the time guardian bringing Luke Yates along, there shouldn’t be any major problems. He would only release that silly fellow when the competition was over.
Coincidentally, at this moment, the three department heads arrived. Chadwick Neal stood at the entrance of the small courtyard and bowed.
“Come in!” Braydon Neal sensed their arrival.
Chief Green Lotus entered the small courtyard and bowed. “The Immortal Burial Ground contains a mysterious treasure.
All the races have coveted it for a long time.
I implore you to bring some of your disciples into it!
This move will benefit the human race for thousands of generations!” whispered the Foreman chief.
Bedirhan Leitner, knowing his master’s identity, said with surprise in the small courtyard, “Don’t you know that the Immortal Burial Ground is the master’s dojo?
He can naturally bring people in.” For Braydon, bringing people in was a simple matter.
Chadwick and the other two were stunned. The Immortal Burial Ground was Braydon’s path field? Braydon was the leader. The Immortal Burial Ground was a forbidden land that had existed for a very long time.
Braydon played with his teacup and said indifferently, “Once, my name was…
Lukyan Flerov!” “What?” Chief Green Lotus was shocked. They knew Braydon had cultivated a Dharma Nation, but they did not know that Braydon’s Dharma Nation contained the myriad lives. In the past, when he talked about the myriad paths, Heather Sage had concealed the heavenly secrets. Even peak experts couldn’t pry into it. Braydon had many secrets that Chadwick and the others were aware of but didn’t dare to investigate!
Now that they had glimpsed a trace of it, they were shocked.
“Leonidas Serafin, Lukyan Flerov, and Idris Kalman,” Braydon said softly.
“They have all been revived!” The memories of three lifetimes floated in his heart. Chadwick, Chief Green Lotus, and the others looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.
The leader they respected was the youth before them in his previous life. Across three reincarnations, each life was a force that could suppress all races. His name was taboo! In the universe, he was a being who could cultivate himself into a forbidden existence. They were all terrifying figures, leaving behind a name for eternity. When the younger generation mentioned him, they still felt a lingering fear.
“But I’ll choose the young people who will enter the Immortal Burial Ground,” Braydon said calmly.
“You don’t need to worry about it!” “Then I’ll leave it to you, Ancestor!” “Trevon and Judith are in the library pavilion.
They don’t know the competition has ended.
I’ve already sent someone to inform them.” When the siblings were mentioned, a cold look appeared in the depths of Braydon’s eyes—a cold killing intent! Colton Jansky pulled his hands out of his pockets, his eyes also filled with killing intent.
“You want to use Trevon and Judith to threaten my brother and coerce the sons of the Northern Army?” he said indifferently.
“The Northern Army will not be threatened!” Lazlo Abbot appeared at the entrance of the small courtyard. “You don’t have to worry about the young master of the Northern Army!” Frediano Jadanza said coldly, holding a sword.
The atmosphere grew tense.
Chadwick realized something was wrong and quickly explained, “Don’t misunderstand.
The race definitely has no intention of using Trevon to threaten the ancestors!” “Is that so?” Luther Carden walked in from the courtyard entrance, followed by a pair of siblings—Trevon Neal and Judith Neal. The siblings entered the courtyard.
“Dad!” Trevon greeted his father, somewhat reserved.
Judith, the only one unafraid, stepped forward and shouted playfully, “Daddy!” “The little girl has grown into a young lady!” Braydon’s eyes were filled with affection.
“Chief Neal, the race truly didn’t set their sights on Trevon?” Luther asked calmly as he stepped forward.
This question made Chadwick’s face pale. It was one thing to lie to others, but playing tricks in front of the first-generation Ancestor Luther was another matter entirely. The pressure was immense.
“For the past few years, the race has sent the chiefs to instill the belief in Trevon that the race is supreme, day and night,” Luther said calmly.
“They’ve even hinted that they want Trevon to inherit the position of the next chief!” “Your plan isn’t bad,” he continued, his eyes filled with killing intent.
“Trevon is the young master of the Northern Army, the one destined to lead the Northern Army.
If you can hold him hostage, all of the Northern Army will have to follow your orders!” Chadwick and the other chiefs wanted to be Trevon’s teachers! Controlling Trevon would be like controlling half of the Northern Army cavalry. Trevon was Braydon’s eldest son and the young master of the Northern Army. In the future, if Chadwick and the others succeeded, they could use their positions as masters to influence Trevon, pass on certain ideas, and have him issue orders to the Northern Army.
Would the Northern Army obey these orders or not?
While in the competition zone, Luther received over a hundred messages from the hidden agents—all about Trevon! Trevon and Judith, one the young master of the Northern Army, the other the young miss of the Northern Army. The arrival of these siblings drew much attention. Luther had just left the competition zone, ready to report this to Braydon, when Chadwick and the others dared to come knocking on the door. They clearly didn’t know what they were getting into!
“We never had such intentions, Ancestor Luther,” Chief Green Lotus explained.
“Do you really not know whether or not you had such thoughts?” Luther replied with a cold smile, a hint of viciousness in his eyes.
“This is the first and last time you’ll scheme against the young master of the Northern Army.
The young master of the Northern Army is not someone you can control!” “If this line is crossed again,” he warned, “I’ll have Colton send you all into reincarnation!” Luther truly wanted to kill them. Trevon was the young master, the future hope of the Northern Army. Trying to control the Northern Army’s hope had clearly crossed the line.
Braydon, looking weary, waved his hand.
“Chiefs, if there’s nothing else, please go back.” “Sorry for disturbing you!” Chadwick and the others, not daring to stay any longer, left in a sorry state.
After Luther exposed their little scheme, forcing them to stay would only make things more awkward. Once the outsiders had left, Braydon turned to his son.
“Trevon, you’ve been here for years.
What do you think of the human race?” Braydon asked.
“There are many factions!” Trevon replied. Despite his young appearance, when he was in Hansworth, he already held power, commanding hundreds of countries abroad and keeping officials in line at home. His word was law—no one dared disobey. In many ways, Trevon was just like his father had been.
“There are hundreds of factions within the human headquarters,” Trevon continued seriously.
“Each of them has a very long reach, secretly controlling several stellar realms.
“For instance, the eight chiefs of the human race appear to be the supreme chiefs, in charge of the race’s core power.
But as far as I know, each chief controls hundreds of stellar realms!
“Chadwick Neal, for example, controls nearly a thousand stellar realms and treats them as his own direct line of descent.
He even disregards the disciples of the Neal lineage, placing them under his personal jurisdiction!
“Hundreds of top figures have formed their own factions and are secretly competing with each other, all trying to gain more resources from the race.
In the stellar realms they control, they cultivate top figures as powerful as themselves, so they can raise their status within the race.” After finishing his assessment, Trevon turned to Luther.
“Uncle Luther, am I right?” he asked softly.