Chapter 1844 Trevon Neal Entering the Hall
Chapter 1844: Trevon Neal Entering the Hall Chapter 1844: Trevon Neal Entering the Hall Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Atreus Burnett looked into the distance and muttered, “The direction Big Brother left in seems to be toward the demon region!” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned. Chadwick Neal and the others’ expressions changed as they realized what this meant.
With Braydon Neal’s strength restored, he was likely preparing to confront the demons. Such a move would undoubtedly cause a huge commotion. Experts from all races were secretly monitoring the Northern Army sons.
Thirty thousand years ago, the myriad races had besieged Braydon in his previous life, leading to his near success being thwarted and the deaths of all five lords. None of his loyal followers had met a good end. This grudge was not something that could fade with time. Thirty thousand years was hardly long enough to diminish such deep-seated hatred.
A core figure of the human race quietly appeared—it was the first generation Demon Lord.
“Braydon is heading straight for the demon region,” he said calmly.
“A great battle is unavoidable.” “All the peak beings of the race, come to the highest hall for a discussion!” Chadwick commanded. The eight chiefs quickly gathered at Planet 001, the highest hall of the human race.
Chadwick sat alone at the head of the table, while the other chiefs of the table sat beside him. In an instant, hundreds of peak experts assembled. Everyone’s expressions were extremely solemn. Atreus, Taarank Briones, and Cabel Callison also arrived, understanding that the events to follow would impact the fate of their race. Internal strife had to be set aside; the race’s well-being was paramount.
Lord Kithara and others had appeared as well. Chadwick looked around and said solemnly, “I believe you all understand why I called this meeting.
Our ancestor has entered the demon region alone.
This will certainly lead to a massacre!” “Once we go to war, it will be as if our race has declared war on the demons.” The ancestor Chadwick referred to was, of course, Braydon.
“The war between my race and the demon race has never ceased!” Cabel said coldly and authoritatively.
“Since a full-scale race war is imminent, we need to start preparing.” As the president of the Virtual Spirit Association, Taarank was a firm supporter of Braydon. The Cosmos Bank and the Cosmos Battle Arena were also among Braydon’s staunch allies. Despite Chadwick’s cautious approach, the outcome seemed inevitable.
Atreus suddenly stood up and declared, “Our race and the demon race have been enemies for generations.
An all-out war is bound to happen sooner or later.
This is the best opportunity in our lifetime!” “An all-out race war is no small matter!” Chadwick remained cautious.
This was why Atreus, Taarank, and Cabel looked down on the eight chiefs. In the vast universe, there were thousands of races. The human race was a super race and had never been weaker than the others. There was no need to fear attacking the demons—just start the war! The two races had a centuries-old blood feud that couldn’t be resolved otherwise.
“If Ancestor Luther were here, he wouldn’t be as submissive as you!” Cabel said with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
“Today’s discussion is important,” Chief Green Lotus intervened to ease the tension.
Chadwick spoke calmly, “If the ancestor has truly gone to the demon region and makes a move, the demons will surely react violently.
They won’t hesitate to capture him alive, and it will signal our race to begin the war.” “Don’t you want to fight?” Atreus’s eyes grew cold.
With that, the peak experts from the Cosmos Bank all stood up alongside Atreus. Cabel joined them as well. At the peak of the hall, the three factions together represented more than half of the authority.
Before Chadwick could respond, a heavy, charged atmosphere filled the room. The race had many matters that did not necessarily require the orders of the eight chiefs. The human race of the cosmos was spread across various major stellar realms, each supported by a peak expert.
Within the race, there were numerous factions. If they truly came into conflict, the orders from the eight chiefs might not reach everyone effectively. They might not be able to command the major stellar realms!
The atmosphere was intensely oppressive. Chadwick clenched his fists. Since taking charge of the race, internal problems had only increased. He had wanted to reorganize the race but had never gained full support from all the peak experts. Now, he saw this as an opportunity!
Though the ancestors had returned, they had yet to regain their peak strength. Before he relinquished his position, Chadwick hoped to leave a mark that would allow him a chance to enter the race’s Hall of Fame in the future. Unfortunately, this hope seemed increasingly unrealistic.
The current eight chiefs seemed like a transitional group. Thirty thousand years ago, the five lords and a group of old allies had fallen, leaving Chadwick and the others to manage the race with difficulty for the past 30,000 years. Now, the old, ruthless figures had returned, signaling that it was time for the eight chiefs to step aside.
No matter how he looked at it, he felt like a placeholder. The eight chiefs had little influence and no significant achievements.
As the discussion reached an impasse, a faint voice from outside the palace asked, “Trevon Neal, the successor of the human race, wishes to enter the palace.
Is that alright?” “Trevon?
Come in!” Atreus said, surprised, and promptly allowed him in.
A few peak figures frowned, thinking that Trevon had no place in such a critical meeting. What right did a young man have to enter the highest hall of the human race? This was where important matters were discussed.
However, with Atreus and the others supporting him, no one dared voice any objections.
Dressed in white, Trevon resembled a young version of his father, Braydon, their features about 70% alike. He was a handsome young man.
“Uncle Atreus, Uncle Taarank, Uncle Cabel,” Trevon greeted as he ascended the hall.
“You have grown up and are now qualified to listen to the race’s discussions,” Cabel declared authoritatively. As soon as he spoke, no one in the hall dared to oppose him. Cabel’s authority was so strong that it overshadowed even the eight chiefs, making him more like the chief.
“I want to use my father’s name to enter our race’s hall and fight for a seat.
Is that alright?” Trevon asked softly.
“Of course!” “A son upholding his father’s will should have a place in our race’s palace!” “There should definitely be a place for you!” Chadwick and the other chiefs quickly approved. Trevon’s background was too impressive. As the eldest son of Braydon and the young master of the Northern Army, he was more than just a young master—he was the likely future leader of the Northern Army. If Braydon abdicated, Trevon would inherit the throne and command the Northern Army, becoming a formidable figure with immense power.
Despite his youth, Trevon carried the presence of the Northern King, much like the young Braydon. The Neal family of the Northern Army had never produced anything but exceptional individuals. Furthermore, Trevon’s mother was the Ruins Lord, adding to his distinguished heritage.
“I’m using my father’s name to get a seat,” Trevon said.
“I just want to come in and share my thoughts.” “Go ahead,” Chadwick said, showing a hint of interest.
Trevon didn’t hold back.
“Since the war 30,000 years ago, the vitality of all races has been greatly diminished.
We’ve been recuperating since then.
Our human race stands strong in the starry sky.
Although we haven’t expanded our territory, we’ve maintained our foundation well.
At this rate, we can still thrive for tens of thousands of years.
“But now, all the races in the universe are on the rise.
From what I’ve read over the past few years, among the super races in the universe are the saint race, the demon race, the innate race, and the human race!”