Chapter 1954: Clean Up Chapter 1954: Clean Up Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation One could imagine that the Preston Team didn’t dare interfere with these noble children.
The capital would suppress this matter and not dare to handle it.
Preston’s ritorious officials had beco a disaster.
“Get Maddox Johnstone over here!” Braydon Neal said coldly.
“Yes, sir!” Swoosh!
Many of the sons from the Northern Army appeared—Westley Hader, Frediano Jadanza, Syrus Yanagi, and others. These days, they had witnessed many similar events in Preston.
Everyone was shocked.
Dorlan Johnstone was completely sobered up from his drunken stupor. He couldn’t figure out who this family was.
“Call back all the generals of the Northern Army,” Braydon ordered coldly.
“I want to see everyone before dark.” “Here!” The Northern Army Commander commanded all the generals to return to their hotown.
Hundreds of peak-level warriors were called back from the 400 stellar realms, rushing through the Teleportation Formation at the human race headquarters.
Braydon spoke again, “When did the eight iron laws of the Northern Army beco family rules?
Whose ho is this?” Had the iron law of the Northern Army beco a family rule?
It had turned into an umbrella protecting the nobles of Preston and the sinners.
It was simply ironic.
A slap to Braydon’s face.
No one dared to speak.
Heather Sage viewed all this as the various forms of life.
“Kill them all!” Braydon turned around and left.
Swoosh!
Yuri Qualls held a three-foot-long blade, its cold light dazzling.
“What are you doing… I’m a mber of the Johnstone family!
How dare you!” Dorlan retreated in fear, pushing his servant forward.
Yuri said indifferently, “You’ve dragged the Northern Army’s na through the mud and hard Maddox!” He killed thirteen servants with his sword.
Blood splashed across Dorlan’s face. His pupils dilated with fear.
Since childhood, no one had ever dared treat him like this.
Even the people of the Preston Team wouldn’t dare make a move on him.
But now, he seed to have gone mad.
“You can’t kill !
My grandfather is the commander of the Northern Army!” “Your grandfather addresses as Third Master!” Yuri waved his sword, cutting off his head.
Blood splattered everywhere, piercing the onlookers’ eyes.
The people around were stunned. They never imagined that the famous hedonistic son of Preston would die today.
And the one who did it was fearless, with no scruples in the streets.
It was clear he had sothing to rely on.
The black-armored captain, Parker Sacco, muttered, “Even the commander of the Northern Army calls him Third Master… The Killing God of the past, the white-robed Yuri Qualls!” Seventy years had passed since the legend of the Northern Army.
Seventy soldiers of the Northern Army had left the desert over a hundred years ago.
Back then, after pacifying three thousand ruins, Braydon and the Northern Army Cavalry entered the Spirit Sea, stayed a long ti, then rushed to the space battlefield.
The two periods together had already been over a hundred years.
The legend of the Northern Army was gradually forgotten.
However, so people dared not forget.
Special operations teams and the dark divisions.
They were once disciples of the Northern Army.
Back then, the five commanders and the leaders of the dark divisions were all part of the Northern Army’s hidden agents.
Though many years had passed, none of them had forgotten their mission.
Braydon walked down the street, noticing the arrogant disciples acting without restraint. Other cultivators were furious but remained silent. The people of the Preston Team were useless.
“Bring the heads of the Preston Team and the dark division,” Braydon said calmly.
“I’ve already summoned them.” Luther Carden had already reached out.
Not long after, thousands of black-armored youths appeared on the streets, along with mbers of the dark division, shrouded in black, exuding a murderous aura.
Both the Preston dark divisions and the special operations team had been mobilized.
The massive gathering made many cultivators step aside in fear.
A young man with a pale face knelt down on one knee before Braydon, trembling.
“Preston Team’s leader, Segundo Izzard, greets Martial Emperor Neal!” “The leader of the dark division, Fox Kavanagh, greets the Martial Emperor!” A thin middle-aged man knelt down.
This title reflected Braydon’s current status.
He had beco Martial Emperor.
“Why aren’t you bowing to ?” Colton Jansky said casually, hands in his pockets.
“You are…” “Colton Jansky!” As soon as he finished speaking.
“Civil Emperor!” Segundo and Fox trembled.
Back then, the capital used all its power to nurture the Civil Emperor and Martial Emperor.
The Martial Emperor and Civil Emperor had grown up together, as cousins.
Later, Colton was envied by the heavens and had an accident. He was sealed in ice, and Heather was born, carrying the fate of the country.
But later, Colton was born again.
He still emitted a dazzling light.
The capital’s annals of history held rich records of him.
No one expected those monstrous geniuses from back then to return from the universe.
“The Preston Team and the dark division are in your hands, yet they’re useless.
What do you have to say?” Braydon asked from the street.
“We… have nothing to say.” Segundo’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
“The dark division failed in our duties.
Please punish us, Martial Emperor.” Fox lowered his head.
“We haven’t been back for long.
We don’t know the local situation as well as you do.
Just say it.” Luther spoke up, giving them a chance.
If they didn’t explain, their lives wouldn’t be spared.
Had martial artists grown so arrogant, with noble children running rampant?
The Preston Team and the dark division had severely neglected their duties.
They should be beheaded for their cri!
Segundo knelt. He raised his head and said hoarsely, “In the past, the Northern Army’s iron cavalry made immortal achievents.
Since its founding, it had never lost.
Later, it followed the Martial Emperor, leaving endless legends.
“It was a great thing!
“But most of the Northern Army’s high-ranking generals have families who remained behind, favored by all parties.
Every year, the capital provides them with resources to help their descendants pursue cultivation.
“At first, these family mbers followed Northern Army’s laws and brought no sha upon you.
But over ti, with so many family mbers, things started to change…” Segundo closed his eyes.
He hated not being born a hundred years earlier, when the Northern Army had just been established, holding a cold sword and fighting against the enemies of other nations, suppressing the powerful families within.
But that era had long passed.
Now, the powerful families had vanished.
The aristocratic families had withered, and the sects cultivated in seclusion.
A new force had replaced them.
Northern Army’s nobility!
They were spread everywhere, waving the banner of the Northern Army, and called themselves nobles.
“According to outside reports, the Northern Army now has 80 lieutenant commanders and 800 regintal commanders,” Fox said bitterly.
“They all represent a family.
They live in Preston and spread their branches everywhere.
They call themselves the children of the Northern Army, with cold swords at their waists.
Who dares to control them or punish them?
“Once, the na of the Northern Army was revered by warriors everywhere.
“Today, the na ‘Northern Army’ is despised by all!” …
Fox’s words could lead to a massacre.
Luther spoke tactfully.
“It’s not that serious.
Every family has its fair share of wastrels.
Let Maddox and the others return and discipline them better.”
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