The Strongest War God

Chapter 1959: The Hatred of the Past Chapter 1959: The Hatred of the Past Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Schatzman family was terrified.

He had been long terrified by this iron-blooded method.

These words would be passed down from generation to generation.

It was already dark after everything that had happened last night.

Ryker’s father’s face was pale.  He felt fortunate to have survived the disaster.  Guilt-ridden, he said, “The family has grown rapidly these years.

It’s my fault for not managing it well…” “Father, there are some things I don’t want to say, but you have to understand!” Ryker Schatzman put down the book.  The first seven lines of the first page were stained with black ink.  It was still a little wet, carrying the fragrance of fresh ink.

Seven lines of ink.

What was recorded there?

Who erased it?

The answer was obvious.

Braydon Neal had flipped through every book and smeared over it.

Only Braydon could do this.

Only he was qualified to do so.

Who was Ryker?

The lieutenant commander of the Northern Army, leading 100,000 cavalry.  He had been through countless battles and had a mind of his own.  He had long suspected what the general had erased.

This ‘Schatzman’ book.

The records were all about the evildoers.

The seven lines of text surely referred to Ryker’s blood relatives.

This person was his father.

His father was in charge of the Schatzman family.  How could he not know about the crimes committed by the family’s disciples?

Or was it possible he wasn’t involved?

Didn’t participate?

Or, perhaps, there was no powerful backer protecting him?

Just seven lines of words—there had to be a great evil.

Braydon had smeared them away for a simple reason.

Could it be that he wanted Ryker to personally execute his father?

How cruel.

Braydon had never been a good person.  His hands were stained with blood, but he had always been protective of his Northern Army comrades.

At this moment.

Ryker’s father’s face was drenched in cold sweat.

There were things he should understand even without saying them.  He stared at the smeared area in the book, falling into silence.

Ryker spoke softly, “In space, our race is about to go to war with the demon race.

The war is near.

I must return to the military headquarters.

Father, take care.” “Can’t you stay at home for a few more days?” He urged Ryker to stay.

Ryker shook his head.

“We were summoned back urgently.

We thought the commander was calling for a meeting.

I didn’t expect it to be about this.

The commander is doing this for your own good.” “The aristocratic families of the past are the best examples.

If you don’t believe me, wait a hundred or a thousand years, and see what becomes of the so-called noble families.” Ryker flew into the air.

If he stayed, it would give his father more to reflect on.

Now, there were still people of integrity in the noble families.  Some served the country and had made outstanding contributions.

Righteousness still remained.

Therefore, there was still a chance for them to turn back.

If everyone became corrupt.

At that point, they could only be exterminated.

Braydon had summoned Ryker and the others to settle this.

After this incident, each family could extend their lineage by hundreds of years.

In just one night, hundreds of noble families were dealt with, and blood flowed like a river.

The news spread back to the capital.

Dominic Lowe and the others were not surprised.  They knew that if these noble families weren’t connected to the Northern Army generals, Braydon would have been even more ruthless.

Had it been any other aristocratic families, they might have been wiped out overnight.

Still, this was enough.

He had solved a huge problem for the capital.

The generals of the Northern Army returned to the Neal family manor after handling their affairs.

They all knew that humans and demons were on the brink of war.

A great battle was brewing, and once it erupted, it would only be the beginning.

In the end, it would ignite a war among the myriad races.

At that time, the heavens would fall like rain.

It would be a tragedy beyond measure.

To deal with this, the Northern Army needed to prepare.

At the Neal family’s Ming Hall.

There was no empty seat.

Braydon sat at the head of the table, with the great minds of the Northern Army among them.

All the generals had returned to their posts.

As for the matter of the noble descendants, they had already forgotten it.

Every lieutenant commander and regimental commander knew that the commander had spared their fathers’ lives out of respect for their past achievements.

Otherwise, the books would have more than just a few scratches.

What had been smeared over were the crimes their fathers had committed.

Braydon, sitting at the head, spoke softly, “If you don’t handle this now, the next generations will deal with it in the same way Northern Army Cavalry dealt with the aristocratic families of the past.” “The commander is not wrong in this.

It’s those bastards who have tarnished the Northern Army Royal Flag!” Tanner Lynn stood up, his face full of killing intent.

The glory of the Northern Army couldn’t be sullied by anyone.

That was something they had sworn to protect for life.

Braydon nodded.

“I called you back for another matter.

The demon race sent an emissary to negotiate.

The four races have given up 400 stellar realms.

They want to settle the conflict peacefully.” “A mere 400 stellar realms won’t hurt the four races at all.” Maddox Johnstone’s expression was serious.

Back then, they had been forced into reincarnation by the myriad races.

How could he not seek vengeance in this life?

A blood feud must be answered with blood.

Braydon smiled faintly.

“The four races need time, and so does the Northern Army.

Before leaving the Immortal Burial Ground, I asked Cole and Luther to recall all soldiers from the first and second legions, placing them in my small world.

“Only for one reason.

All the resources to nurture 190,000 peaks will be given to them.

“In a few days, we will have two peak legions.” After Braydon spoke, silence filled the room.

The commanders were stunned.

A peak army?

When did the commander gather such vast resources?

The first and second legions truly were the favored sons.

Damn it, the gap between them and the other armies was growing wider.

“Why should all the good stuff go to the first and second legions?” Luke Yates shouted.

“The thirteenth legion wants some too!” “If there are more resources later, they’ll be distributed to the other legions.

Don’t rush.” Braydon glanced at the young troublemaker.

It was a warning look.

‘If you don’t want to get beaten, stop.’ If he dared to cause more trouble, a beating was inevitable.

“The four races need time,” Braydon said.

“And so does the Northern Army.

We’ll give them a surprise.” The Northern Army’s core secret.

At that moment, Braydon revealed it.

All the commanders understood that once the two legions broke through, nothing could stand in their way.

The peak army would set out.

They would sweep through the four great races.

At that time, vengeance for what happened in the past would be achieved.

A peak force of 190,000, sweeping across the universe.

Who could stop them?

No one could halt the cavalry’s blade.

Now, the Northern Army needed only to prepare.

When the time came, they would shake the entire universe.

After a brief silence, Braydon stood up, his eyes filled with killing intent.  He smiled slightly.

“I want the entire demon race to pay for the humiliation and hatred we endured 30,000 years ago!” “A debt of blood will be paid with blood!” Everyone stood, releasing their killing intent.

Their murderous aura swept through the air, sending chills down spines.

This grudge had long been etched into their souls.

After waiting for so many years, the time had finally come.

Braydon waved his hand, signaling that they could go.