Chapter 1950: Abandoning Him Chapter 1950: Abandoning Him Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The cold sword had taken the lives of many demon territory lords.
The reason was always the sa—they wouldn’t leave after entering the demon region.
On the surface, they claid to be seeking allies, but their true aim was to take control of the regions they occupied.
It was no surprise the demons were furious.
In just a few days, the 8,000 demon regions had fallen under the control of human elites. These humans refused to leave, staying stationed in the demon territories.
What did they want?
It was obvious—they sought to occupy the demon race’s lands.
In response, the demon race rallied their forces, gathering experts from various tribes to enter the 8,000 demon regions.
The top demons of the Immortal Burial Ground were all called back to the universe.
A young golden flood dragon from the Immortal Burial Ground arrived at an ancient palace with a dark expression. The saint race’s Jarle Bergendorff representatives were also present, their faces equally grim.
“Livius, are you aware that the human race has breached the 20,000-peak mark and infiltrated our living regions?” one of them asked.
“The Northern Army Cavalry, under Braydon Neal’s command, withdrew from the Immortal Burial Ground in just two days.
They’ve scattered across the 8,000 demon regions, occupying them with 20,000 peak forces!” the young golden flood dragon added, clearly troubled by the dire situation.
The stone king arrived, his face icy.
“More than 7,000 top-tier humans have invaded our 3,000 stellar realms.
It’s clear they intend to seize our territory.” “What exactly is the human race after?” the young golden flood dragon asked through clenched fists, fury overtaking him.
“They want revenge!” Livius Jahic’s eyes glead.
“Hmm?” The stone king turned to him, his gaze sharp.
“Patriarch Jahic, the human peak forces have taken over our three races’ lands.
So why haven’t they entered your territory?” “They’re nearly 50,000 strong.
They’ve surely started running out of steam,” Livius reasoned, though it sounded far-fetched. Of the four races, only the giant race had been spared—an odd anomaly.
Frustrated, the golden flood dragon demanded, “What should we do?
Braydon Neal’s ambitions are clear.
Should we go to war or try to negotiate?” “Let’s go to war.
The four races combined won’t be weaker than the humans!” Jarle declared.
Each of the four super races commanded thousands of vassal races. If war broke out with the human race, it would spark a world-engulfing battle—a new war among the myriad races!
Thirty thousand years ago, their races had joined forces to force Leonidas Serafin, the five lords, and others into reincarnation. Were they ready to attempt that again?
Livius’s eyes brightened.
“Braydon Neal is not the lunatic of his past life.
This ti, the Northern Army Cavalry isn’t the anti-rebellion army of old!” “In their past life, the human race abandoned them.
But in this life, Braydon commands tens of thousands of the human race’s peak forces.
If we launch an all-out war, what are your chances of winning?” “Once war begins, there will be no turning back!” Livius weighed the pros and cons, urging caution. What were their odds of victory in a hasty war? Even if they won, how much would it cost to recover?
The stone king from the innate race nodded, his eyes flashing. “Braydon Neal wants revenge.
He’s been preparing for years, auctioning off the transcendent body, draining our resources, and cultivating countless human elites for this mont.
He’s been waiting too long!” “The human race is ready.
If we rush to face them now, our chances of success are slim!” The golden flood dragon, having cald, considered the cost of such a war. Even if they could defeat the humans, how steep would the price be?
Jarle growled in frustration, “The longer we wait, the worse it gets.
Braydon’s terrifying.
In just a few years, he’s undone the decades of effort we put into suppressing the humans.
He’s built tens of thousands of human elites!” “If we let this drag on, the human race will only grow stronger.
And then, we’ll be the ones waiting for death!” Jarle was clearly enraged, but Livius remained calm.
“Of course, we won’t just sit and wait for death.
The giant race needs ti.
Though we’ve spent much of our resources at the auction, we still have reserves.
We can still cultivate a new batch of disciples.” “We need ti, too,” the stone king added, representing the innate race. They needed ti to prepare their forces.
A war among the myriad races was inevitable. Each race needed as many peak experts as possible, and they could tap into their reserves to raise them.
All the races required ti. But Jarle’s face remained dark—he knew that Braydon wasn’t likely to give them that luxury. The madman had already started moving, and they wouldn’t have much ti.
Jarle was certain of it.
“We want ti, but Braydon may not give it to us,” Livius warned.
“We’ll buy ti through negotiations!” the young golden flood dragon declared.
Everyone understood that to negotiate, they’d have to bring sothing to the table. And Braydon wasn’t soone who would be easy to deal with.
“Who will negotiate?” the stone king asked quietly.
“I’ll go,” Livius volunteered.
“Transcendents can’t leave the ancient realm, but I can send two ancestors to negotiate on behalf of the four races.” “We need a year!” the young golden flood dragon suggested.
“No,” Jarle shot down the idea.
“That’s too long.
At most, we can ask for a month.
Any longer and it’ll be too late.” “A month?” The stone king frowned. It would take considerable ti for anyone to reach the peak realm. Even with ti-accelerating items, a month would be cutting it close.
The golden flood dragon relented.
“A month, then.
Livus, your giant race will handle negotiations.
Braydon will demand an outrageous price, but try to calm him down.” “If he asks for the stellar realms, how many should we give?” Livius asked, knowing that Braydon’s ambitions were laid bare—he wanted territory. He wanted revenge.
“A hundred territories is my limit,” the golden flood dragon replied. He couldn’t afford to cede more without risking chaos within the demon race, which would beco uncontrollable.
But Livius frowned.
“I doubt that will satisfy Braydon’s appetite.” “If he asks for too much, we’ll have no choice but to go to war,” the golden flood dragon said, glancing at Jarle.
After their discussion, Livius dispatched two elders from the giant race to the human headquarters to negotiate. These two giants, who had touched the aning of transcendence, were there to represent the four races. But in reality, they were reporting back… When the two arrived at the human territories, the news quickly reached Braydon at the Neal Manor.
Braydon, living in leisure, saw Luther Carden arrive and imdiately sensed sothing was up.
“Brother, the four races have joined forces and want to negotiate with the humans,” Luther said bluntly.
“A delaying tactic?” Braydon chuckled.
“Yes.
They know war is unavoidable, but they want ti to train their experts and strengthen their ranks.” Luther nodded, reporting Livius’s words.
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