Novel Full Chapter 1478: The Supreme Meeting
Chapter 1478: The Supreme Meeting
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Even now, the leader of the Global Martial Artist Alliance was still Braydon Neal, the strongest person in the world.
His position was unshakable.
As Braydon walked down the street, warriors moved aside to let him pass.
When they saw the group behind him, they were all shocked.
The core higher-ups of the Northern Army were gathered on the South Pole Island, indicating something important was happening.
Such a scene was rarely seen every three to five years.
...The core higher-ups of the Northern Army were all powerful figures, each commanding 100,000 elite martial artists.
What truly caught the attention of onlookers was one person at the front.
He was dressed in white, exuding an indifferent aura, looking like a young man.
Among the crowd, an older warrior’s pupils constricted when he saw the white-robed youth.
He said in horror, “The Qilin in plain clothes is the Northern Army’s commander!”
“What?”
“Isn’t that the Northern Army Commander?”
“The undefeated legend of the world, Chief of Alliance Braydon Neal. Rumor has it that he entered the Spirit Sea. Why…”
…
The crowd fell silent as they looked at the street.
There was a group of about a hundred black-armored elites, veterans of the Northern Army’s first legion, patrolling the South Pole Island.
The captain saw Braydon from afar, along with all the higher-ups of the Northern Army.
“Owen Sexton, subordinate of the first legion of the Northern Army, greets the commander!” He cupped his fists in surprise.
“Commander!” The hundred soldiers bowed and shouted.
“Return to the garrison immediately,” Braydon said indifferently.
“Yes, sir!” The soldiers obeyed and headed to the garrison.
Braydon’s words were military orders.
Outsiders speculated about Braydon’s intentions upon his return.
His power was already ranked at the top of the world.
What more could he want?
Little did they know that there were matters only Braydon could handle.
At the Northern Army Military Headquarters on the South Pole Island, Braydon returned and took his seat at the head of the table.
His thin frame still commanded the presence of a tiger.
He said, “Sit!”
If the commander did not speak, who dared to take a seat?
Who would dare to sit side by side with the commander?
The large conference room could accommodate a hundred people.
Except for the ten lieutenant commanders and Cartley Yanagi from the Southern Hansworth Army, no one else dared to sit.
Hundreds of regimental commanders stood on both sides.
They were qualified to enter the room but not to sit.
Seeing this, Braydon did not insist.
He said, “I have come back for something important. The Northern Army has been guarding the ruins for many years. From today onward, I will give you a year to change the guards of the Northern Army!”
“Changing guards?” Yuri Qualls was shocked.
The situation was stable now, and the Northern Army had sacrificed many lives to pacify the 3,000 ruins.
Changing their defenses now seemed like giving up on all they had achieved.
Braydon was the commander, but this matter had to be clear.
Even Luther Carden wouldn’t agree without a good reason.
“Brother, is there a problem with the Spirit Sea?” Luther asked in a low voice.
“If the problem was only limited to the Spirit Sea, that would be great,” Braydon replied softly. “I’ll buy some things and distribute them to you in a few days.”
The “things” he referred to were virtual artifacts that could connect to the Second Universe.
Luther and the others would understand the need for the change of guard when they received it.
Cole Colbie frowned. “Completing the change of guards within a year is rather tight.”
“One year is the longest period, and the shortest is half a year. The change of guards has to be completed,” Braydon said, looking at Cole seriously. “This is an order!”
It was not a discussion but a military command.
“Yes, sir!” All the lieutenant commanders stood up and responded solemnly.
“Brother, if we change all the guards, the country won’t be able to transfer so many people over,” Laird Xenos, the fourth master of the Northern Army, pointed out.
Braydon replied decisively, “We’ll transfer them from the various powerful and aristocratic families in the country and from the hundred countries. In addition, in my name, send a message to the hundred countries. Three days later, the Northern King Residence in the capital will hold a hundred-countries meeting! Absentees will be killed!”
Braydon’s last sentence was filled with killing intent, shocking everyone present.
Only the higher-ups of the Northern Army remained calm.
The people of the Northern Territory had the qualifications and confidence to convene the meeting.
If Braydon hadn’t turned the tide and single-handedly suppressed the 3,000 ruins, the hundred countries would have long been flattened by the aborigines of the ruins!
“I’ll handle this myself,” Luther said softly.
The hundred-countries meeting was more like a summit, and Braydon was the initiator.
Within the hundred countries, who would dare to be absent?
Braydon had already given the order to kill.
What to do next was up to the foreign countries themselves.
At the same time, everyone fell silent, knowing that something big was on the horizon.
Otherwise, why would the commander pay so much attention to it?
“Come with me to the Martial Artist Alliance,” Braydon said calmly as he stood up.
Luther and the others stood up and headed to the Martial Artist Alliance’s headquarters next door.
In recent years, the people of Northern Army had gradually withdrawn from the Martial Artist Alliance.
They bore only one emblem: Northern Army.
The Martial Artist Alliance was a free organization with loose rules and freedom to come and go.
At the entrance, the eight people standing guard were all top figures.
Their presence hinted that the outside world had produced many experts in recent years.
The Martial Artist Alliance now boasted numerous divine-level characters, not to mention the emperors and pinnacles.
The eight peerless figures at the entrance were stunned when they saw Braydon and the higher-ups of the Northern Army.
They had never met Braydon in person, but the chief of alliance’s portrait hung prominently in the alliance, so everyone recognized him.
“Chief!” The eight peak experts bowed deeply.
Braydon nodded slightly and strode into the Martial Artist Alliance headquarters.
The vast alliance complex featured a huge training field and various departments, bustling with activity every day.
But today, the alliance had cleared out all non-essential personnel.
The Martial Artist Alliance had received word the moment Braydon set foot on South Pole Island: the alliance chief had returned.
None of the higher-ups dared to be negligent, and they all returned swiftly.
The alliance currently had ten deputy chiefs, representing the Ten Great Empires.
In Braydon’s absence, these ten deputy chiefs would discuss and decide on matters.
The Martial Artist Alliance, like the International Arbitration Council, included martial artists from various empires, each with its own faction.
But with the alliance chief’s return, all internal conflicts ceased; no one dared make a move.
Braydon was the undisputed leader of the alliance.
With a single word, he could dismiss all the deputy chiefs.
Originally, the ten deputy alliance chiefs were the ten great hidden agents.
The first hidden agent was Haven Downing, the second was Jaziel Sherman, and so on.
However, the ten great hidden agents had all left the Martial Artist Alliance and were replaced by new people sent by the various empires.
The reason for their dispatch was tied to the discovery of something special within the Ten Great Empires.
The identities of the ten great hidden agents had aroused suspicion among the empires.
But that no longer mattered.
Even if Haven and the others were hidden agents, who would dare to challenge the hidden agents of the Northern Army?