The Strongest War God

Chapter 1955: Iron-Blooded Tactics Chapter 1955: Iron-Blooded Tactics Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “It’s not that serious?” Braydon Neal’s eyes were as sharp as a sword, with a hint of killing intent.

“What did you hear and see today?” Preston had made great contributions.

Arrogant and spoiled.

The name of the Northern Army had been tarnished for many years, becoming something everyone despised.

Those people used the Northern Army flag to form a protective circle.

“What a familiar situation,” Braydon said softly.

“Luther, don’t you think they’re becoming more and more like aristocratic families?” “Brother!” Luther Carden and the others were all shocked.

They all knew how ruthless Braydon was toward the aristocratic families.

These families were all descendants of the Northern Army’s higher-ups.

If it turned into a bloodbath, the army’s morale would become unstable.

It was bound to bring disaster.

Westley Hader spoke from the side.

“Actually, these things are unavoidable.

Cultivators can live for a long time.

Every expert will eventually form a family behind them.” This situation was inevitable.

They advised each other, but it was hard to sway the Northern King from his intent to kill and attack.

Braydon glanced at Segundo Izzard and Fox Kavanagh, then turned and left.

“Those who have seriously neglected their duties should be punished according to the law of the country.

You know what to do.” As soon as he said that, the others’ expressions changed slightly.

The killing intent had already risen.

These two would not keep their lives.

Segundo’s face turned pale, and Fox closed his eyes.

“Brother, see you in the next life!” Segundo stood up, drew his black sword, and a desolate smile appeared on his lips.

Who knew that Fox would roar, “Segundo, let me go first…” As soon as he finished speaking, Fox raised his hand, grabbed the hilt of his sword, and slashed his own neck.

Blood splattered across the sky.

The leader of the Preston dark division was dead!

Segundo smiled dismally, closed his eyes, drew his sword, and committed suicide on the street.

The entire place fell silent.

The leader of the Preston Team, the leader of the dark division.

Segundo and Fox had been forced to their deaths on the street.

All of this was thanks to that white-robed youth.

The 1,000 black-armored youths all lowered their heads, not daring to witness this.

Before Braydon left, his words were cold and merciless.

“The duty of the Preston Team is to protect the peace of this place.

We will uphold the laws of the country with our lives.

Any martial artist who dares to disobey the rules will be killed without mercy!” “This is the last time.

If there is a next time, the Preston Team will be abolished!” His cold words carried no mercy.

Braydon left.

There was no need to shop anymore.

There were problems everywhere.

The bosses behind the Azure Dragon Shop must be those noble families.

No one could touch these people.

Could Braydon still not move?

Neal manor.

Braydon stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, facing away from the Northern Army sons who had followed him back.

“I want all their information before dark,” he said indifferently.

“Understood!” Luther replied.

Only he could do these things.

Investigate what those noble families had been doing all these years.

Today, although Braydon had started a massacre, this was just the beginning.

He wanted to use iron and blood methods to deal with these noble families.

Anyone could see it.

One day wasn’t a long time.

The Northern Army generals, who were far away in the starry sky, had all arrived.

Eighty lieutenant commanders and hundreds of regimental commanders.

Other than Leron Schatzman from the first legion, no one was absent.

They all arrived, dressed in black armor and carrying Northern Army swords.  After arriving on Earth, they flew to the Neal family’s manor.

Hundreds of people descended from the sky.

It attracted the attention of many.

On the streets of Preston, a young man looked up at the sky and asked in surprise, “What’s going on?

Someone dares to fly in the air in Preston?” “Judging by their clothes and armor, they look like noble disciples.” “Sigh, we can’t offend the nobility.

If we do, our deaths will be in vain, and no one will seek justice for us.” “I heard today that Segundo Izzard of the Preston Team was executed.

Apparently, he seriously neglected his duty.

Some big shot wants to punish these people.

I’m not sure if it’s true.” “It must be fake.

With the dignitaries’ background, not to mention the Preston Team, even the capital’s main team can’t touch them.” …

Conversations were everywhere in Preston.

They arrived at a quiet and elegant villa area.  An old man looked up at the group flying in the air and said, trembling, “Lucian.

That’s Lucian…” “Ancestor, are you mistaken?

Grandpa Lucian is with King Braydon, fighting in the starry sky!” The young man was puzzled.

But the old man was firm.

“It’s Lucian.

He’s back.

Quick, bring me there…” Lucian Cross, regimental commander of the Northern Army.

One of the high-ranking generals.

Naturally, the Cross family was a noble family.

They weren’t the only family who recognized the return.

Other families noticed too.

Everyone was shocked.

The key figures of their large families had actually returned.

For a while, many rushed out of their homes to pay respects to their ancestors.

They followed the trail to the largest forbidden area in Preston.

Neal manor!

Outside the manor, a hundred black-armored elites held cold swords, radiating murderous intent.

They listened to the governor office’s orders.

Everything was under the direct jurisdiction of the governor office and not under local authority.  Their only responsibility was the safety of the Neal family manor.

Now, a large number of outsiders were pouring in.

A terrifying pressure swept out, silencing the noisy crowd.

The leader of the hundred men gripped his sword and released his killing intent.

“How dare you!

Do you know where you are?

If you disturb the peace here again, I’ll kill you!” He dared to draw his sword in front of a noble.

He even dared to say he’d kill them.

This was probably the only place where nobles calmed down and didn’t dare talk back.

This was the home of King Braydon.

The people inside were all Braydon’s family.

Who would dare barge in?

That would be courting death!

“Gentlemen, I believe my grandson, Lucian, has returned.

Could I trouble you to inform him?” The elderly man asked, trembling.

He was Ilyas Cross, Lucian’s grandfather.

Back then, Braydon owed him.

He was already 190 years old.

Without cultivating, he relied on spirit herbs to extend his life.

He wanted to enter the Neal family manor.

The young commander said coldly, “The Martial Emperor has ordered us to recall Northern Army’s high-ranking generals.

There must be something important to discuss.

Just wait.

We’ll let you in when the time comes.” Everyone was stopped at the door.

Inside the manor, all the Northern Army higher-ups had arrived.

“Second Master!” Many people saw Luther and bowed.  They were also curious.

“Did you call us back for something important?” “Be prepared.

It’s not good news.” Luther didn’t reveal too much and let them enter the bright hall.

In the bright hall’s main hall, everyone gathered one after another.

Braydon sat at the head, flipping through secret records.

The documents were thick, piling up on the table.

They listed the dirty deeds of hundreds of noble families.

Everything, big or small, had been collected.

The information Luther personally investigated was accurate.  He wouldn’t dare hide anything.

Hiding it wouldn’t help the noble families, but harm them.

If Braydon didn’t trust the gathered information, those nobles would end up with their families and be destroyed.

Their entire family would be exterminated.

Braydon had given this kind of order countless times.