The Strongest War God

Chapter 458: The North King’s Sacrifice to the Heroes

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sky was already bright, but the cold wind was still blowing.

The strong wind raged like the roar of a vengeful soul.

A blood-red-clothed youth quietly arrived with a head in his hand.

The cloth on his thin body was originally spotless, but now his chest was red.

But the young man did not care.

He really did not care.

No matter how painful it was, how could it be stronger than a heartache?

This youth was Braydon Neal!

His handsome young face was staring at the lonely grave in front of him.

This was Braydon’s first time here.

The entire army of the Ludwig army was buried here.

In the endless lonely grave, one could vaguely see how tragic the war was back then.

On the largest mound.

There was a nine-meter-tall monument!

The largest tombstone had no name.

The person who erected the tombstone did not want outsiders to know who was buried in this tomb.

That was why they erected the tombstone but not engraved any name.

No one knew about his death.

It was not recorded in history.

However, everyone who came today knew who was buried in this huge grave.

Xandros Hader of the Ludwig army!

He was the patriarch of the Hader family and the backbone of the country.

He was also Westley Hader’s grandfather.

There was no signature on the tombstone, but there were bold words.

It was carved by a blade!

The words were fierce and contained shocking killing intent.

The original text was as follows:

“I’ve guarded Ludwig for fifteen years, but I don’t dare to claim credit for what I have done.

“If I, Battle King Hader, am in the wrong, why are the sons of the Ludwig army being implicated? How can the word rebel be used on the Ludwig army?

“The name of the rebel army…

His words came to an abrupt end.

More than two-thirds of the words on the tombstone had been wiped clean.

Even the words of a dead person had to be erased.

How heartless.

Braydon stood there, quietly looking at the words on the tombstone.

This was carved with a sword.

The handwriting was rough and could still be seen clearly after forty years.

Back then, before Xandros Hader died, he witnessed hundreds of thousands of his comrades being forced to die.

In despair, he erected a monument for himself and left behind these words before he resolutely went to die. He did not choose to live.

How tragic!

Braydon gently placed the head in his hand in front of the tombstone.

He bowed deeply and said softly, “Uncle Hader, the ancient sages once said that the Holy Mountain could grow bigger because it didn’t allow the soil to grow, and the rivers and seas could grow deeper because they didn’t allow the water to flow!

“We were taught that if a person had done bad things, if he were to repent, he could return home.

“Daoism exhorts that life is short and fleeting; that we should let bygones be bygones!

“These principles and philosophies can guide people, act as guidance and educate us on what is wrong and right.

“But I, Braydon Neal, want to ask if these principles can guide and protect Togo Empire for eternity?

“Can it give the Togo Empire a thousand years of prosperity?

“Can it protect the Togo Empire?

“Can it protect the people of the country?”

“These people have done bad things to our people. Why should I, Braydon Neal, respect them?”

Braydon spoke in an iron tone, his body emitting an iron-blooded killing intent.

King Braydon, who had grown up in the northern battlefield since childhood, had the hot-blooded passion of a heroic man, but also the height of a spirit that others could not reach.

“If I, Braydon Neal, slaughter his family, would their family dare to tell me that if I put down my sword, I would be forgiven?”

This short sentence caused the crowd to turn solemn.

If Braydon dared to do this, the people in the family would make him their mortal enemy.

A moment later.

“The deaths of Ludwig’s sons are a national vengeance!” Braydon said softly.

“The blood of the martyrs cannot be shed in vain!

“The revenge of our ancestors shall continue! Braydon’s eyes were filled with killing intent.

This was the Northern King’s stance.

He was also the person who commanded the millions of elite soldiers of the northern army.

Kindness was something normal people could have.

Braydon could not have it.

Kindness did not control soldiers, and righteousness did not control wealth. This was an eternal truth.

If Braydon was merciful to the enemies of the eight countries on the battlefield, then the northern army would have to pay a huge price. The northern arm followed the principle of killing as protection!

This was the philosophy that all soldiers should uphold.

Killing as protection!

This should be the case for generations to come.

As for mercy, leave it to the chivalrous.

Braydon used the head of Hiroshi Takaeda to pay tribute to the heroic souls who had died here.

The moment he turned around, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Braydon was injured!

He had rushed back from Chifu Island and remained calm all the way until he finished paying his respects to the heroes of the Ludwig army.

“Brother!” Tobey Lapras was shocked.

Westley’s eyes were filled with anger.

Destroy the country!

The lunatics of the northern army would definitely do such a thing.

Braydon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said softly, “Give Hiroshi Takaeda three years, and he will definitely become a pinnacle!”

With just one sentence, he revealed Hiroshi Takaeda’s terrifying strength.

Within three years, he would definitely become a pinnacle, but in the end, he was killed by Braydon.

“I took a palm strike from him, and he took a sword strike from me!” Braydon said softly.

“I’m injured, and he died. This is the price!” Braydon’s words were as calm as ever.

The matter of Banko was over!

Joshua Mandor returned from Sabul Island. When he saw Braydon injured, he was shocked and furious. “Brother, how are you?”

Luke Yates ran over and shouted, “Brother, I caught a big black rat!””

“I’m not a big black rat. Lord Northern King, it’s me, Raymond!” Raymond Josten was carried over by the little fool.

“You haven’t returned to Dragon City yet!” Braydon chuckled. “Cough, I wanted to go back with you, but you’re injured?”

Raymond was a little timid.

Braydon did not reply to his question and said indifferently, “All twelve of you, come out!”

As soon as he finished speaking.

The 12 special envoys from Dragon City were just like Raymond. They all delivered the Dragon City orders.

There were a total of 13 people, and they had 13 national decrees on them.

They were all cease-fire orders!