The Strongest War God Chapter 1956 - 1956 Every Family has Their Own Record

Chapter 1956: Every Family has Their Own Record Chapter 1956: Every Family has Their Own Record Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Moreover, they had gradually built a powerful family and established a social circle. In another three to five hundred years, they might truly beco an aristocratic family. By then, the number of disciples in each family would likely be in the tens of thousands, with even more reckless sons.

“Commander!” All the commanders entered the bright hall and bowed.

“Take a seat,” Braydon Neal said, not even looking up as he flipped through ancient books. The air was still.

All the commanders held their breath, sitting quietly, not daring to speak. They waited.

Ten hours passed. It was already two in the morning. No one complained, as Second Master had warned them beforehand that this wouldn’t be easy.

When Braydon finished reading, he slowly stood up and looked at the group. Everyone’s faces were solemn as they gazed back.

“Commander, why have you summoned us?” Tanner Lynn, now a regintal commander, asked.

Without a word, Braydon tossed a book in his direction. The cover bore a single character: “Lynn,” representing the Lynn family.

Curious, Tanner flipped it open. His expression imdiately darkened, and he couldn’t stop himself from turning to the next page. His face went pale, and he stood up abruptly, filled with fury.

Bang! The chair shattered into dust.

Consud by rage, he looked at Braydon, voice hoarse.

“Commander, I will handle this personally.

I would die to atone.” “What happened?” Maddox Johnstone asked, alard.

Tanner clenched his fists.

“The Lynn family has disgraced the na of the Northern Army.” The Lynn family had lasted seven generations, with more than 300 mbers. All their sins were laid bare in that book. It was just like the misdeeds of powerful families in the past.

“Commander, I’ll take care of them myself!” Tanner’s eyes were red with anger. He wanted to annihilate his family.

So called him ruthless, heartless, a beast. But who could understand Tanner’s tornt? He had joined the Northern Army in his youth, rising to beco the first regintal commander of the Northern Army’s first legion. He was once the leader of the regintal commanders.

He had devoted himself to the Northern Army, fought in countless battles, and suffered nurous injuries. He had once ridden his horse to his family’s gate, swearing to crush the aristocratic families, the source of the nation’s suffering.

Later, the Northern Army did just that. They suppressed the powerful families, who dared not challenge them.

But now? His family had beco one of those aristocratic families. They were aristocrats, committing the sa evils as the families they had once opposed.

At this mont, Tanner’s faith was shattered, and he was in unbearable pain. Who could understand what he was going through?

“Take a look,” Braydon said, raising his hand and distributing hundreds of books to the commanders. Almost everyone received a book. The covers bore their surnas.

Maddox, initially curious, quickly grew alard. The more he read, the more enraged he beca, until he stood up, drawing his sword, his body radiating murderous intent. “These beasts dare commit such evil!

How can I let them live?” “Since my family has fallen so low, then… they must be destroyed!” another commander declared, rising to leave.

The deeds recorded in the books were shocking: murder, robbery, rape. In the Northern Army, these cris would be punished by death. So even conspired to seize land and declare themselves kings—sothing not even the sons of the Northern Army dared to do.

Yet these bastards did?

Hundreds of books docunted hundreds of thousands of vile acts. This was the nobility of the Northern Army—generations of accumulated filth over the past century.

A hundred years ago, the Northern Army Cavalry had been known throughout the world, even respected by their enemies. Braydon’s na was revered. But now? The na of the Northern Army was tarnished, and the regintal commanders were furious.

They had fought and bled for the Northern Army’s glory, and now these bastards had tainted it. Every commander present had once clawed their way out of death’s grip, having made great military achievents. They were ruthless n with terrifying killing intent.

Now they understood why Braydon had summoned them. This was sothing they had to handle themselves.

The commanders left, their bodies radiating killing intent as they stepped outside, enveloping all of Preston.

In Preston, a universe cultivator sensed the aura and was shocked. “This aura… it’s peak-level!” “What could have angered those at peak level?

And there’s more than one,” remarked other universe cultivators in disbelief.

In the Neal family manor, Luther Carden stood calmly on the lawn with his hands behind his back. “Though many have erred, so have contributed to the nation.

Don’t act rashly and slaughter the innocent.

Discern right from wrong before making your decision.” Second Master of the Northern Army’s words were like cold water, cooling the commanders’ fury just enough. Many were prepared to kill all their family’s descendants to cleanse the disgrace.

If they didn’t, they felt they would betray their brothers who had died in battle. Hundreds of thousands of their brothers were buried at the foot of Mount Bliz, still watching over them.

The glory they had sworn to defend was being destroyed by spoiled playboys. If they didn’t kill them, they would be betraying their fallen comrades.

Braydon stood before the hall, looking at Luther.

“We don’t have a choice.

If we act now, so of the children may still live.

But if we wait another hundred years, after three generations, the rot will spread, and there will be no hope.

We’ll be leaving the ss to future generations, just like how we dealt with the aristocrats of the past.

There will be no choice but to destroy them.” Braydon saw it all clearly. So commanders’ families had their share of profligate sons, but as long as the roots weren’t rotten, the damage could be contained.

But once the roots rotted, everything a family did would be for its own benefit, even seeking to divide the land and beco kings. Such a family was beyond hope.

They could only be wiped out.

They had brought it upon themselves. Even the gods couldn’t save them.

Outside the Neal family manor, disciples from various families had gathered to et their family protectors.

Little did they know, those sa protectors were already marching toward them, weapons in hand.

Maddox was the first to arrive. “Grandfather, I’m Abel Johnstone, your eldest grandson!” One person piped up.