NOVGO.NET Chapter 1958 The Former Ban
Chapter 1958: The Former Ban Chapter 1958: The Former Ban Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation But now, each family had already committed evil.
The situation was no longer as simple as giving birth to a profligate son.
Lucian Cross brandished his sword and killed seventy-one Cross family members.
Old man Ilyas Cross fainted several times from convulsions.
However, that cold sword never stopped.
Under the blade, there was no room for personal feelings.
These bastards had used the Northern Army flag as a shield to commit evil deeds for years.
They should have died long ago!
A massacre swept through the entire Neal family manor.
Hundreds of generals rose into the air.
They headed to various places.
On the surface, all the dignitaries were concentrated in Preston.
In reality, that was only a fraction.
The branches of each family were spread across the country.
Today, they would all be wiped out.
The most ruthless of them was Ryker Schatzman.
In the past, he was the first regimental commander under Luke Yates.
There was also the missing Leron Schatzman, who was Ryker’s brother and served in the Northern Army.
One was a lieutenant commander, and the other was a regimental commander.
Two heroes in one family!
They were the glory of the Schatzman family.
However, the Schatzman family in the Northwest had grown the fastest. In just a hundred years, they had multiplied and boasted thousands of disciples.
Thirteen years ago, he had actually sought to split the land and be conferred the title of king. He had even caused a stir in the capital but was suppressed by Dominic Lowe.
For the sake of the Northern Army, they did not punish the Schatzman family.
It was that incident that made the Schatzman family famous.
They had quietly become the most prominent among the noble families.
In the Northwest Wasteland, a large number of manors had been built. Compared to the barren land outside, the grass here was lush and green. Children ran across the fields, and adults came and went.
This was the Schatzman family.
Every day, martial artists visited in groups.
Until today.
A young man in black armor descended from the sky, radiating killing intent.
He flew over and saw the plaque with the word ‘Schatzman’ hanging at the manor’s entrance.
With a wave of his hand, the entire gate turned to dust.
“Who dares to barge into my home?” someone shouted in shock.
“From today onwards, the Schatzman family will not be able to hang a plaque for a thousand years!” His cold words echoed throughout the Schatzman family manor.
Thousands of the family members were startled and stepped outside. When they saw the black-armored youth entering the manor, everyone was stunned.
That familiar face, the black armor, and the cold sword hanging at his waist.
Wasn’t this the ancestral portrait hanging in the main hall?
“Grandpa?” A young man in the crowd said in disbelief.
The Schatzman family’s greatest protector had returned from the starry sky.
But why was he so angry?
An elder stepped forward.
“Ryker!” One of the middle-aged men said in a trembling voice.
“Father!” When Ryker saw his father, a wave of sorrow washed over him.
He hadn’t been home for many years, and he hadn’t been able to fulfill his duty as a son.
Now, after returning, he must be ruthless.
One can only imagine the pain in his heart.
He’d rather face brutal enemies on the battlefield.
He didn’t want to face this scene.
But he had no choice.
If he didn’t act now, the Schatzman family would be exterminated.
“What’s going on?” Simon was confused.
“Phew, gather all the Schatzman family members here.
I have something to say.” Ryker commanded.
The family members of the Schatzman family were already alarmed, and more than half of them had gathered.
In a moment, everyone except those outside the familu had arrived.
People of all ages—over two thousand in total.
They looked at Ryker with curiosity and respect.
More than 90% of the Schatzman family members had only seen portraits, not the real person.
But now… Ryker wanted to address them. Holding a book, he calmly asked, “Thirteen years ago, who went to the capital, caused a commotion in the palace, and demanded the land be divided to become king?” His question sent the room into dead silence.
How many years had passed?
Why bring it up now?
Swoosh!
The older generation of the Schatzman family turned pale.
They had lived through the Northern Army Era.
They knew all too well the rules of the Northern Army.
Back then, King Braydon Neal stood on Mount Bliz’s peak and asked who in the world dared to become king.
No one answered.
Every aristocratic family with such ambitions was exterminated.
The Schatzman family’s eldest, Old Master Schatzman, leaned on his cane. He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, “I advised restraint back then.
Some things can be done, others cannot.
But they still went ahead.” “Ryker, let’s talk inside.” He spoke up, trying to calm his son’s anger.
Little did he know.
This matter had become far more serious.
Ryker looked at his father, no longer angry but calm.
“Father,” he said softly, “this book records the sins of the Schatzman family over the years.
It implicates 766 members.” “Second Master personally investigated and compiled it.
The commander has already reviewed it.” Two sentences.
The elders of the Schatzman family turned pale.
Who was the Commander of the Northern Army?
Now, he was famous across the universe.
To them, he was a towering figure.
Braydon had personally seen the Schatzman family’s crimes.
“What did Lord Northern King say?” his father asked in a trembling voice.
“The commander called you all ‘distinguished persons.’ In his fury, he summoned us back.
Father, you should know what that means.” As soon as Ryker finished speaking.
His father collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant as he muttered, “A hundred years ago, the king of the north ruled the northern territory.
He issued a decree: anyone who dared split the land to become king would have their entire family and immediate families destroyed…” “If you knew, why did you still do it?” Ryker was enraged.
The immense pressure blanketed the entire northwest.
No one could withstand the terrifying killing intent.
The Schatzman family members were as pale as ghosts.
No one had an explanation.
When power grows too great, it breeds greater ambition.
The newer generation had never experienced the era when the Northern Army roared like tigers across the world.
And with so many years gone by.
The Northern Army had ascended to the stars.
Its deterrent effect was gone.
It birthed ambitions that should never have existed.
Ryker was filled with killing intent as he declared, “The commander has tasked me with handling this.
Second Master gave the order: punish the guilty, spare the innocent, and don’t kill indiscriminately.
He didn’t mobilize the Imperial Guards out of respect for our years of service.” If not… Had the Northern Army Imperial Guards been called.
Even the chickens and dogs in these noble families wouldn’t survive.
They’d be wiped out.
This clean-up was enough to scare the noble families into submission for centuries, preventing them from committing further evil.
Ryker held the book in his hand.
The names of everyone involved in the incident thirteen years ago were recorded.
Not one was missing.
If they didn’t step forward, Ryker would point them out himself.
That day, the Schatzman family was slaughtered.
Hundreds were beheaded.
Corpses littered the fields.
The entire Schatzman family was consumed by fear.
No one could save them.
Half of the Schatzman family’s population was wiped out.
Countless women and children wept.
Ryker was unmoved. Slowly, he sheathed his cold sword and issued an order: “From today onward, if any Schatzman family descendants dare to carry a cold sword on their waist or use the Northern Army Royal Flag as a shield, they will commit crimes in this world, and their descendants will be executed!”