The Strongest War God Chapter 961: The Truth of the Past Has Surfaced!

Chapter 961: The Truth of the Past Has Surfaced!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

From tonight onward.

Song Woo Hoon still wanted revenge, but Braydon Neal didn’t mind removing Song from the face of the earth and making it the two countries of the north instead of the three countries of the north. He would help Joshua Mandor get rid of an enemy country at that.

Woo Hoon clenched his fists and said hoa.r.s.ely, “Today, you have seized the fate of Song and killed all the pinnacles of Song. Isn’t that enough?”

“Since tonight is the day of reckoning, Song has to repay some old debts!”

“There are no saints in the Northern Army. The revenge of our ancestors should be continued! I must take Song Sang Jun’s life today.”

This sentence was like the last straw that broke Woo Hoon’s back.

Tonight, no one in Song could stop Braydon!

Woo Hoon slowly stood up. “Song will give you an explanation before daybreak,” he said hoa.r.s.ely even though he looked dispirited.

After saying that, he left dejectedly.

Tonight, he was supposed to bear the fate of the nation, but he couldn’t bear the so-called fate of the nation at all as Braydon had taken it by force.

Braydon’s heaven-suppressing path had already begun!

Ten miles away from the altar, in a retro three-story building.

This was the residence of the ruler of Song, Song Sang Jun.

It was a long night, and this person, who was from the same era as Martial Emperor Yanagi, was still awake.

He had already known during the day that Braydon’s arrival in Song was a great calamity.

In the brightly lit living room.

A burly and dignified middle-aged man in a suit sat quietly in a high seat, as if waiting for someone to return.

“Father!”

Woo Hoon’s hoa.r.s.e voice sounded from outside the door.

“Woo Hoon, did you fail?” The burly middle-aged man was Sang Jun.

“I’m incompetent, and I couldn’t carry the fate of the nation. King Braydon, with a heaven-defying posture, took the fate of the nation of Song by force and achieved his own success!”

Woo Hoon entered the room, his eyes filled with deep guilt.

He was ashamed to face Sang Jun.

However, Sang Jun was not surprised. He had already sensed the movement on the altar earlier.

“What else does Braydon want?” Sang Jun asked slowly.

“He wants your life!”

Woo Hoon raised his head and said hoa.r.s.ely.

After a brief silence.

“A hundred years ago, Song took advantage of Hansworth’s weakness and sent the pinnacles to cross the border to cause trouble for them. The two sides have been enemies since then!” Sang Jun sighed.

“The older generation of Hansworth martial artists is still alive. This hatred has long been pa.s.sed down!

“Later, we joined forces with Banko and Marshland. Forty years ago, we launched a surprise attack on Ludwig, killing 800,000 Ludwig soldiers and seizing the 36 islands of Ludwig. We then formed a deadly feud with the middle-aged factions of Hansworth!

“Last year, during the hundred-country hunting plan, we attacked the Ludwig defense line again. Song alone has caused more than 80,000 casualties to the Western Army. Now, outsiders know that the Western Army is a supporter of the Northern Army.

“The hatred has been pa.s.sed down from generation to generation. Braydon will definitely take my head to pay tribute to the heroic souls of the Ludwig Army who died in battle!”

Sang Jun slowly stood up and looked up at the altar in the distance.

“Are those ancient sects still unwilling to come out and help the Song family?” Woo Hoon clenched his fists and asked hoa.r.s.ely.

“Woo Hoon, you must remember that the martial arts sects and aristocratic families will never be used by the country. Even the ancient Hansworth civilization has been under the influence of the powerful families and aristocratic families for thousands of years, let alone us.”

Sang Jun reminded his son.

There were also martial arts sects here. Unfortunately, just like Hansworth, they could not be used by them.

Even Hansworth, which had many talented people, had yet to deal with the powerful families and martial arts aristocratic families.

How could Song solve this problem?

This was the case for all the countries in the world.

There was no exception.

“Tonight, only my death can appease Braydon’s anger,” Sang Jun said in a low voice. “But you have to give him a big gift in return. If you manage this gift well, it will be enough for Braydon to never return to Hansworth again!”

A cold sentence came out of Sang Jun’s mouth.

Woo Hoon quietly listened to his father’s words, and his eyes revealed shock.

This shock made Woo Hoon realize that if he spread what his father had said, there would be chaos in the martial arts world of Hansworth.

Time slowly pa.s.sed.

A ray of light appeared in the eastern sky.

Dawn arrived.

Braydon, who was sitting on the throne, woke up from his slumber.

Luke Yates, who was riding on a donkey, returned after eating and drinking. He did not forget to bring back some food for his brother. He mumbled, “Brother, he’s here!”

In the distance of the altar, a n.o.ble young man slowly appeared.

He held a sandalwood box in his hand, and a touch of grief appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Inside the box was a human head.

Whose head was it?

It was probably self-evident!

Braydon slowly got up and said calmly, “Luke, take the box. We should go!”

The little fool went forward and took the sandalwood box. He was extremely curious. After secretly opening it, he saw a human head. It was Song Sang Jun. His eyes were closed, and his expression was very calm.

Braydon had just turned around when a voice sounded.

“Leave my father’s head behind,” Woo Hoon said hoa.r.s.ely. “I can tell you one thing: the truth you have been searching for for over ten years!”

“You have no right to talk about conditions!”

Braydon stopped and slowly turned around to look at Woo Hoon.

The current Song was not qualified to talk about conditions.

Even Sang Jun was killed by Braydon’s words, and all the pinnacles of Song were killed under Braydon’s order.

The martial arts world of Song might not recover within a hundred years.

“Don’t you care who murdered the Ludwig Army?” Woo Hoon clenched his fists and asked in a low voice.

“I have said it before, you are not qualified to talk conditions. The Northern King will not be held hostage!”

Braydon’s eyes were filled with cold killing intent.

The incident with the Ludwig Army was a pain in Braydon’s heart and a taboo.

Who would dare to talk about it in front of Braydon!

“Little Fool, throw that head away and feed it to the dogs,” Braydon said indifferently.

“Okay!”

Luke’s eyes were filled with reluctance. However, he did not dare to make any small moves whenever he followed his brother. In the end, he whispered, “Brother, why don’t we stew this head? It can nourish my donkey!”

Braydon’s eyes turned cold as he stared at the little fool.

The little fool was instantly scared and quickly ran away.

Woo Hoon’s eyes were red as he said hoa.r.s.ely, “Stop! Forty years ago, my father met a man who claimed to be from Hansworth who came on behalf of the 72 powerful families. He wanted to give Song a great gift, which was the 36 islands in Ludwig.”

The truth of the Ludwig ma.s.sacre that had been sealed for decades.

It was finally going to come to light today!

Braydon stared coldly at Woo Hoon with his hands behind his back, waiting for his next words.

“I’m sure you’re familiar with that person’s name,” Woo Hoon added.

“Speak!”

Braydon spat out one word.

“Lewayne Gray!” Woo Hoon said hoa.r.s.ely.

When this name was mentioned, Braydon’s thin body released a terrifying heavenly might.

The power of the national fate gathered in his left hand, forming an invisible sword that pointed at the tip of Woo Hoon’s nose.

Woo Hoon was unable to resist the might of the country’s fate. He instantly fell to his knees, and his knees were embedded in the soil. He said hoa.r.s.ely, “One of the eight elders in the capital, Lewayne Gray!”