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Chapter 850 - 459: The Battle to Establish Prestige_2

Chapter 850: Chapter 459: The Battle to Establish Prestige_2

Owen Bertram’s eyes rolled: "I want the Johnson Clan’s servants, give me 3,000 people."

For a major family like the Johnson Clan, once their property was confiscated, it was inevitable that the collateral relatives and servants would be exiled, and confiscated. The women were most likely to be sent to different places as entertainment venues, and education bureaus, while the servants would be resold or rewarded to meritorious officials.

Abner Lane asked, "What do you need so many people for?"

Master Liam complained, "I’m short of manpower. I have vacancies at the Summit Metropolitan Office and the East Prison Town Comfort Office. These servants of the Johnson Clan must have cultivation, and with some screening, they can become quality Military Officers."

Abner Lane thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "Alright, I’ll give them to you."

Owen Bertram chuckled, and patted his chest: "Don’t worry, Master, I’ll take care of Johnson Clan’s elder!"

After the Three Merits, Master Liam was itching for action.

He opened the door and saw a group of soldiers waiting outside. Owen Bertram went out first and shouted as he walked, "Master Lane’s orders: Deploy troops to the Johnson Clan!"

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The Johnson Clan, a cultivation family of thousands of years, had a huge fortress outside the city. Their fortress was impenetrable after decades of efforts!

Now, the fortress was carefully defended inside and out. A defensive Great Formation comparable to that of Prefecture City had been activated, raising a half-foot-thick wall of light outside the fortress wall.

Above the light wall, spiritual light flowed down and spread for sixty miles, setting up a "Maze Illusion Formation".

On the city head, there was a large-scale Magical Instrument every thirty feet. These large-scale Magical Instruments had the Military Equipment Department’s branding on them and their origins were self-evident.

The Johnson Clan’s upper and lower ranks were united, knowing that as long as they could hold on, they could give Johnson Thomas time to lobby and mediate in the capital. The Johnson Clan would not only survive but also counterattack and make Abner Lane compensate for their losses!

They were a truly top-notch cultivation family, with countless armors, weapons, talismans, spiritual pills, and array discs accumulated in the family. At the moment of life and death, these things were taken out and distributed to everyone.

They might not be considered "elite," but they were definitely armed to the teeth. Even a mere servant could have a half-body armor.

The current Clan Leader of the Johnson Clan had even knelt down to invite the Sixth Realm Elder, before gritting their teeth and roaring at the entire clan, "Want to use our Johnson Clan to make a name? Want to swallow up our Johnson Clan’s wealth of thousands of years? He’s dreaming! Even if he’s in the Seventh Realm, we’ll make him break a tooth!"

The Sixth Realm Elder also stepped forward, his seemingly old body full of vitality, his face rosy and his eyes clear, confidently and firmly telling all his descendants, "A young man just entering the Seventh Realm wants to destroy our Johnson Clan. It’s nothing but wishful thinking.

Although I, as the Elder, cannot fight the Seventh Realm alone, the ancestral home of the Johnson Clan, cultivated with painstaking efforts for thousands of years, has its own mysteries. As long as I sit in the Ancestral Hall, I can borrow the power of past generations of heroic spirits and even draw on the Earth Veins’ energy within a thousand miles range.

I can assure you that Abner Lane cannot enter!

When His Majesty’s Imperial Edict arrives, let’s see if he dares to defy the Imperial Edict disrespectfully! This battle is not a battle for Abner Lane’s Seventh Realm to demonstrate its power but our Johnson Clan’s show of strength to the whole Eastern Land, deterring those greedy and arrogant villains like Abner Lane!"

The Johnson Clan, upper and lower ranks, were inspired and galvanized!

At the watchtower on the city wall, a Johnson Clan disciple saw four armies coming from four directions and immediately struck the alarm bell, "They’re here, they’re here!"

In the hurried bell ringing, the entire Johnson Clan, regardless of gender, all capable adults with cultivation put on their battle gear. The Clan Leader wore an exquisite Tier-6 Battle Armor, with six defensive Magical Instruments revolving in a circle behind him and a Tier-6 Flying Sword on each side. The preciousness of his equipment alone was something that even a top-tier sect couldn’t make up for!

Master Liam watched from afar and couldn’t help thinking: The Johnson Clan really had money!

The fortress of the Johnson Clan was expanded around the ancient "Ancestral Manor," with a central axis running from north to south. The Ancestral Hall of the old house was located in the slightly northern part of the central axis. The Sixth Realm Elder was sitting in the Ancestral Hall, with the memorial tablets of the past Johnson Clan ancestors behind him. At this time, the heroic spirits of the ancestors were transformed into illusory shadows of Battle Armor-wearing, Divine Weapon-wielding figures, fluttering around the Ancestral Hall.

The central axis extended southward, and at the end of it was the main gate of the fortress; the Clan Leader stood on the gate tower.

Owen Bertram led the Horizon army straight to the fortress gate.

Behind the army, a huge beast pulled the chariot with a war drum on it. A strong man swung a thick drumstick, the drum sound muffled like thunder, and the whole army marched in step, an atmosphere of murderous solemnity.

Feeling the excited mood of a general behind him, Master Liam turned back and asked, "What’s going on?"

The brave general replied, "When I was at North Prison Town Governor’s Office, I had chased after Master Liam to break through the Scott Clan’s fortress—Master Liam had single-handedly destroyed the thousand-year-old Scott Clan back then. The current situation is very similar to that time, making me feel the surge of emotion!"

Master Liam remembered that Nick Liam had led the troops to break through the Scott Clan’s fortress because of himself back then. He could imagine how Nick Liam’s "Great Sorrow Fist Curse" had brought down the Scott Clan, igniting everyone’s blood. Now it was Master Liam’s turn to do the same.