The Strongest War God - Chapter 1948

Chapter 1948: The Change in the Homeland Chapter 1948: The Change in the Homeland Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation It didn’t matter if he died.

The Northern Army wanted to use it as an excuse to attack the demon race.

But the sons of the Northern Army were uncertain.

Had Leron Schatzman truly disappeared?

Or had his big brother hidden him away?

Perhaps only Braydon Neal knew the answer.

However, Luther Carden understood that the answer itself wasn’t important.

What mattered was the impending conflict between the human race and the demon race.

They went home, aware that this was just the calm before the storm.

Everyone set off on their journey back.

On Earth, Mount Kylo was blanketed in snow year-round.

At its peak, a five-colored altar stood, now glowing with a brilliant five-colored divine light.

A massive black hole appeared in the sky.

It was a teleportation array!

The old man riding a crane was Old Crane.

He observed the altar and exclaimed in surprise, “Humans from the starry sky have sent someone?” Many experts from Mount Kylo were alerted.

Over a hundred people gathered to welcome the arrival.

They waited for a long time.

Finally, a young man in plain clothes slowly emerged.

“Young Master?” Old Crane was stunned.

The Young Master of Kylo had returned!

“Old Crane!” Braydon chuckled at the sight of his old friend.

“Old Crane, still kicking, are you?” Luke Yates frowned at Old Crane.

Was this really how people spoke?

This little brat could drive someone mad just by opening his mouth.

“Young Master!” The people of Kylo bowed and cupped their hands.

“Not bad.

You’ve all reached the path-returning realm.” Braydon looked around and saw that most of them had indeed reached the path-returning realm, with a few even at the nirvana realm.

It seemed his family had established a strong connection with the starry sky.

The human race in the starry sky had even built a super teleportation array here.

Now, cultivators could easily travel between the two places.

“All thanks to the Young Master,” Old Crane said gently.

“After the connection between Earth and the stars, the outside cultivators have treated us with great respect.” Braydon was already an ancestor of the human race.

And the sons of the Northern Army were no pushovers.

Chadwick Neal and others had already decreed that any cultivator traveling to Earth must not bully the local cultivators.

If discovered, they would face severe punishment.

After all, what kind of place was Earth?

It was the mother planet of the Northern Army sons.

The home of eight million Northern Army disciples.

In the starry sky, who would dare act arrogantly here because of their cultivation?

They wouldn’t just offend one person.

They’d be facing the entire Northern Army lineage.

Braydon reminisced briefly and then flew into the air.

With one step, he traveled ten thousand miles.

He arrived at Preston.

Once the glorious ancient capital of the eight dynasties, it had been restored to its former grandeur.

Now, it was a major city, like the capital.

It had become a renowned martial arts holy land, attracting cultivators from all over the world for pilgrimage every year.

It was also the first stop for any cultivator arriving from the universe.

Preston had been expanded six times over the years.

The resident population exceeded 60 million, with a floating population of over 100 million year-round.

It was a true metropolis.

Despite its size, the bustling streets remained packed during the day.

Braydon and his group arrived above Preston.

Suddenly, a loud thunderclap echoed in the sky.

“Flying above Preston is forbidden.

Who are you?

How dare you fly here?” Swoosh!

Swoosh!

An eight-man team flew into the air.

Dressed in black armor, with black swords hanging from their waists, they radiated a murderous aura.

They were clearly the city’s enforcers.

“Who’s in charge of the Preston team now?” Luther asked.

“Lord Segundo Izzard!” the captain replied with an unfamiliar name.

Braydon nodded.

“The world has changed.

It’s been seventy years since I left my hometown, hasn’t it?” “Seventy-one years,” Luther corrected, giving the exact time.

Seventy years was enough to change many things.

Thankfully, the rules Braydon had left behind had endured.

Back when Martial Emperor Yanagi had left the capital for the starry sky, Syrus Yanagi, Braydon, and even Colton Jansky had followed.

None of the heirs hand-picked by Martial Emperor Yanagi had succeeded to the throne in the capital.

Dominic Lowe and others had recorded in the capital’s history that during the martial arts decline, Braydon had captured Mount Bliz and brought the others into the world, roaring like a tiger and shaking hundreds of nations.

Order was enforced and corruption was eliminated.

He had created an era of eternal prosperity for Hansworth.

According to historical records, Braydon was honored as the Martial Emperor.

Though he hadn’t taken the throne, he had the strength of a Martial Emperor in his youth and later emerged from Mount Bliz with the power of one.A As the Lord of the Northern Army, he suppressed martial arts forces with an iron hand.

Because of this, even though he had not succeeded the throne, Braydon was deserving of the Martial Emperor title.

At this moment, the eight-man black armor squad trembled.

The captain’s initial confusion turned to shock.

“Northern Army?

You’reaEUR|” “Time has passed, but even after seventy years, have you forgotten us so completely?” Yuri Qualls teased.

The captain’s tone softened, and he asked cautiously, “May I ask who you are?” “Northern Army, Yuri Qualls!” A name was spoken.

Except for the captain, the other seven were puzzled.A They murmured the name Yuri Qualls, finding it familiar, but couldn’t recall the specifics.

They’d heard it before, but couldn’t place it.

The captain, however, felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.

“Yuri Qualls?” he cried out in fear.

“The commander of Northern Army’s third legion?” “Does it look like I’m not?” Yuri smiled faintly.

The captain’s body went cold.A He couldn’t tell if it was real or fake, but he bowed deeply.

“Dequan Hewitt of the Preston team greets Third Master Qualls!” “Alright, let’s head down for a look.” Braydon descended into a massive manor.

The manor spanned a hundred acres.

It was lush with trees and plants.

In the core of Preston, where land was incredibly valuable, owning such a large manor meant having significant power.

This was the Neal family’s estate.

It remained unchanged.

Years had passed, but the Neal family still stood tall in Preston.A No one dared touch even a single stone of this estate.

In the human world, although the legend of the Northern King was no longer told, the influence Braydon had left behind was something the older martial artists remembered well.

Back then, it wasn’t just within the country.

Martial artists worldwide revered the Northern King like a god.

If Braydon hadn’t pacified the 3,000 ruins back then, global civilization would have suffered devastating damage.

At this moment, within the manor.

A young man sat in a pavilion, lazily reading an ancient book under the sun.A Beside him was a lively girl, the spitting image of her mother.A She shouted, “Trevon, stop reading and play with me for a bit!” “All you do is play all dayaEUR| Hmm?” Trevon Neal sensed something and turned around abruptly.A He saw a figure standing on the lawn of the manor and cried out, “Father!” “Who is it?” “Braydon Neal!” Judith Neal turned around, exclaiming in surprise.

“I am your father!” Braydon’s mouth twitched, helpless against his daughter.

This girl had called him by name ever since she was little.

Excitedly, Judith shouted, “Mom, come out quickly.

Braydon Neal’s back!” “Where are your manners?

How can you call your father by his name?” Heather Sage stepped out of the house, scolding her daughter sternly before turning to Braydon.A “What brings you back home?” she asked, her voice calm.