The Strongest War God - Chapter 1492

Chapter 1492: You are Very Brave!
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“If these two troublemakers are here, it’s likely they’re using the Northern King to get rid of a few people. Without his permission, do you think they’d waste their time playing with us?” Zavier Leach remarked quietly, his words serving as a stark reminder to everyone present.

Tristan Yandell, ever the stubborn one, grinned and said, “Last night, I sent a list of information to the commander.”

“What list?” Dominic Lowe and Zavier were both shocked, their eyes blazing with anger.

This was utter nonsense!

Normally, if there were any issues, they could just inform a few of the old fellows.

If Braydon Neal was alerted, no one would have a good outcome.

Tristan’s face turned cold as he spoke in a low voice, “The list was of soldiers transferred from the Northern Army to various ruins. After the disaster of the 3,000 ruins, 316,729 Northern Army soldiers died in battle. The elites of the Northern Army lost 6,420,000 men in combat!”

“After years of fighting, the elites of various tribes have suffered heavy casualties!” he continued.

“They fought for their country and their souls were shattered. But tell me, Dominic Lowe, have you taken good care of their families?

“All of you in the palace are pestering Heather with countless matters every day. You might deceive her, but you can’t deceive me. I oversee all the special operation teams. Don’t forget, all the special operation teams, the five commanders, and the five captains are my people!

“The information they submitted includes witnesses and physical evidence!”

…

Tristan’s harsh words instantly drained the color from Dominic’s face.

He knew all too well the gravity of the situation.

The families of the fallen soldiers were not properly settled in the capital.

If Braydon found out, he would dare to slaughter half of the people in this hall.

Remember, Braydon had no intention of fighting for power.

He could give up any glory or authority, but he had endured many hardships over the years.

Have you ever seen Braydon step down from his position as the leader of the Northern Army?

No!

Braydon wasn’t greedy for power, but he couldn’t abandon his comrades in the Northern Army.

Braydon grew up in the northern territory, his hometown.

“If there’s any oversight, you can tell me. I’ll supervise it,” Dominic said angrily.

“Is there any use in telling you? If it involves the aristocratic families from various places, or the powerful families of the capital, won’t you reduce the big matters to small ones and resolve the small ones? Will you say that the overall situation is more important and downplay this matter?”

Tristan understood Dominic too well.

After many years of interaction, they knew each other deeply.

Dominic still wanted to defend himself when Syrus Yanagi raised his hand.

A black spear appeared in his left hand–the Black Dragon Spear!

The tip of the spear pointed at everyone.

“Greer Jester, Kanan Zullo, do you have anything to say?” Syrus called out their names.

Swoosh!

In the hall, two old men in their sixties with pale faces stood out.

Everyone looked over in shock.

In everyone’s impression, these two were hardworking and never belonged to any faction.

But now, Syrus had called out their names in front of everyone.

There must be something hidden!

He knew what Greer had done.

The people of the Northern Army would not act without evidence.

Once they did, it would be with thunderous momentum.

“Your Highness!” Greer stepped forward and said in a trembling voice, “I, Greer Jester, pay my respects to Your Highness!”

“Two years ago, the second master of the Northern Army, Luther Carden, transferred three batches of resources from the 14th ruin. The first batch included 75 billion small spirit stones, 500 pounds of divine-level plant demon essence, and 50,000 spirit herbs. Now, please show us the usage of these resources.”

Syrus demanded to see the report.

Luther had handed this batch of supplies to the capital to be distributed to the families.

If spirit stones were not needed, the capital could convert them into money for distribution.

In recent years, the Northern Army had sent an extra batch of supplies annually to be distributed to military families by the capital.

However, these resources had been stolen!

Every batch of resources had been embezzled.

Luther and others were aware of this but trusted the capital with this task, assuming there was no harm in taking benefits.

The Northern Army’s bottom line was to take care of the families of the fallen comrades.

Last night, Tristan had sent information that angered the Northern Army sons.

The resources allocated by the Northern Army were not delivered to the families, or if they were, the amount was far from sufficient.

Today was the day of reckoning.

Syrus and Tobey Lapras were not in a hurry to kill.

The Northern Army suspected foul play.

Over the years, millions of soldiers had died in the ruins, leaving nearly ten million immediate family members.

Detailed information about every household was kept in the Northern Army archives.

If a family encountered a disaster, they could contact the northern desert directly.

The scale of this issue was immense, affecting 23 provinces and countless people.

Now, Syrus wanted to see the report on the distribution of resources.

In the hall, some people remained expressionless, some were shocked, and some even broke out in cold sweat.

Greer and Kanan’s faces were pale.

They knew that Syrus’s demand to check the report signaled a thorough investigation by the Northern Army.

Those involved likely wouldn’t survive the scrutiny.

Nico Yates personally went to the archives to retrieve all the relevant files.

However, as soon as he arrived at the treasury, he saw a majestic building with black smoke billowing out, followed by a monstrous fire.

Nico’s eyes turned fierce.

He flew into the air and drew the saber at his waist.

With a slash, the saber light extended a thousand meters, cutting the raging fire and splitting the building in half.

“Enter!” Nico was the first to rush into the fire to retrieve the relevant files.

The 200 men from the South Governor Office followed without hesitation; they were all retired soldiers of the Northern Army.

At the same time, outside the main hall of the capital, someone shouted, “Report! The archives building is on fire! The South Governor Office is putting out the blaze!”

“What?” Dominic’s expression changed.

No one in the hall was a fool.

Everyone knew there was something fishy about this fire.

The people of the Northern Army wanted to retrieve the files, yet there was a fire.

It was obvious that someone was erasing the evidence.

Something was definitely wrong with this fire.

Tobey closed the ancient book in his hand and smiled gently.

“Then there’s nothing to investigate!”

“In that case, let’s kill them all!” Syrus said even more ruthlessly, looking at everyone coldly.

Kill everyone in the hall?

This was even more ruthless than his big brother, Braydon!

Everyone was shocked.

“Your Highness!” Kieran Normand exclaimed in shock.

“His Highness, the Northern King, has arrived!” A deep voice came from outside the hall.

Everyone’s expression was solemn as they looked toward the entrance.

Today, the most important character had finally arrived.

Dominic heaved a sigh of relief.

However, Tobey looked at him playfully.

“Grand Secretary Lowe, you still dare to breathe a sigh of relief? You’re very brave!”

Syrus also looked at him as if he was an idiot.

If Braydon came and interfered in this matter… how many people could survive in the capital palace today?