Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Back then, Jace Jackel was in his prime. His seven-foot-tall body was indomitable. He had entered the northern territory for a year. He fought with a cold sword and participated in protecting the country.
Facing the powerful enemies from the eight countries outside the borders, Jace had been heavily injured many times, but he had never given in!
On the battlefield, wherever he pointed his blade, thousands of northern army men would follow him.
During that time, Jace was like the northâs son.
He could be said to be the eleventh most ruthless person in the northern army.
Now, why did he end up like this?
At this moment, even Braydonâs eyes were slightly red. His tone changed slightly as he shouted hoarsely, âJace?â
âYouâre here!â
In the iron prison, the person nailed to the wall slowly opened his mouth.
He was not dead yet!
His voice was so hoarse that no one could hear him clearly.
He was Jace!
Six years apart, seven meters apart, he actually recognized Braydon at a glance.
At this moment, Braydon could not hold it in any longer. In an instant, he arrived at the entrance of the iron prison.
With his left hand, he used his palm to reach the ground.
With a single palm strike, the steel bar that was nine centimeters thick was bent!
Braydonâs basic strength was as high as 1500 pounds!
What kind of terrifying power would erupt when the nine levels of light force and the nine levels of dark force overlapped?
A full eighteen times amplitude!
It was as high as 27,000 pounds!
With such terrifying power condensed into a palm, one could imagine how terrifying it was.
The chains of the iron prison door instantly broke.
The iron door opened.
Braydon entered and looked at Jace, who was as thin as a stick, on the wall.
His weight was probably less than 70 pounds!
His limbs were nailed to the wall by four sharp daggers.
Marquis Jaceâs limbs had already withered.
He had long been crippled in this life!
âBrother Braydon, give me a quick death!â Jace said hoarsely. âWhat nonsense are you spouting!â
Braydonâs nose turned sour, and his eyes turned red.
Braydon said hoarsely, âWhy did you end up like this?
âWhy didnât you ask Savannah to go to the northern territory to find me?
âBack then, I asked you to stay in the northern army and be the commander of the eleventh legion to guard the northern border with me.
âIf you had agreed to stay, you wouldnât have ended up like this!â
Braydon was truly enraged.
He felt bad for Jace.
The former Marquis Jace was as impressive as the ten great men in the northern territory.
Such a proud son of heaven.
Now, he had been imprisoned here for six years, and they had forcefully destroyed him.
âIâm the heir of a powerful family, I canât stay in the northern army,â Jace said
âBack then, the war raged in the north, and the armies of the eight countries forced us one step at a time. My matter is a small matter, and the safety of the border of the north is a national matter.
âI donât have a choice in this life. In the next life, I will enter northern army. Brother Braydon, if you would have me, I will be your subordinate!
âNow, Brother Braydon, give me a quick death!â
Jace slowly closed his eyes.
He had never expected to see Braydon again before he died.
Now, Jace was content.
Braydon slowly touched his waist and unsheathed his Northern King sword.
Savannah Jackel covered her mouth with her small hand. Tears flowed down her face, but she did not dare to make a sound.
This look was far more heartbreaking than the heart-wrenching cries.
Savannah did not stop him.
No one knew better than her what kind of torture her brother, Jace, had gone through in the past six years.
For six whole years, Jace was nailed to the wall. It was a living hell.
He still had to be interrogated.
Who could bear such pain?
But Jace had silently accepted it. It was all for his sister Savannah.
If he bit his tongue and committed suicide, the powerful families would not let her go.
In order to dig out the secrets of the northern army, they would have targeted
Savannah.
Because this girl had also lived in the northern territory for a year.
She must know some secrets of the northern army.
At this moment, Jaceâs experience was worse than death!
At this moment, a commotion came from outside the dungeon.
âCommander?â Ernest Lanford shouted from outside. âKill anyone within a hundred meters of this place!â Braydonâs tone was filled with killing intent.
âYes, sir!â Ernest was shocked.
Then, a fierce battle erupted outside.
However, in the prison, Braydon held the Northern King sword and cut off the rusty dagger and iron chain before catching Jace.
Jace opened his eyes and saw the golden Qilin on Braydonâs chest. He said hoarsely, âItâs so beautiful!â
Jaceâs clothes were already weathered.
With a touch, the clothes on his body fell off.
Jace had no clothes on!
Braydon did not hesitate at all. He took off his golden Qilin robe and wrapped it around his body. He said softly, âYou and I are comrades. Today, I will bring you out.â
âBrother Braydon, Iâm already at the end of my rope. Donât let outsiders see me like this. Donât let Westley and the others see me!â
Jace sounded anxious.
He wanted to let some acquaintances remember how he looked when he was in his prime.
And not this half-human, half-ghost appearance.
âToday, I will help you extend your life!â Braydon said in a low voice.
âJace, I want you to live!â
Braydonâs words were like a tigerâs roar, and his terrifying killing intent erupted.
A surge of killing intent shot into the sky.
It shocked half of the capital.
This terrifying killing intent came from the Northern King.
Outside, Dominic Loweâs scalp went numb. He did not dare to hesitate anymore and barged into the manor.
Within a hundred meters of the black circular building, there were more than ten corpses of martial artists.
Old Man Zito held a three-foot-long iron sword, and the blade was dripping with blood.
Ernest stood there indifferently.
Until Braydon carried Jace on his back, opened the dungeon, and came to the surface.
The bright sunlight was extremely dazzling.
The Jackel family, more than five hundred people, surrounded this place.
Old Man Zito stood there with his iron sword.
Anyone within a hundred meters of this place would be killed on the spot.
The two sides confronted each other.
The Jackel family also had a ninth-level king, who was Jaceâs grandfather!
Among the members of the Jackel family present, there was Jaceâs father and his uncle. They were all relatives.
But these people had tortured Jace for six whole years!
Six years of life had made Jace wish he were dead.
This made Braydon even more furious!
Duke Lowe had already arrived. When he saw the person on Braydonâs back, he felt complicated. He could not help but say, âNorthern Kingâ¦â
âGet lost! â
Braydonâs thin lips moved slightly.
At this moment, he did not want to listen to anyone.
Any words would only add fuel to the fire.
Dominic Lowe wanted to say something but hesitated. However, Westley Hader quietly pulled him to the side and shook his head slightly, signaling him not to say anything.
No one could persuade the furious Northern King.
Braydonâs next words made everyoneâs hair stand on end.
âI Braydon Neal, have not let down the world, have not let down Hansworth, but the human world has let me down time and time again!
âWhen I was seven years old, I lost all confidence in the world!
âToday, I am disappointed once again!â
Braydonâs words were so light that Dominicâs heart trembled.
If the Northern King lost faith in the human worldâ¦
There would be a huge disaster!
The greatest sorrow was the death of the heart!
The day of disappointment was the day the blade would break through the capital..