The Strongest War God-Chapter 1715: Too Many Enemies

There were also countless experts who weren’t part of the eight lineages.

The hatred from their previous life would likely carry over into this one.

Braydon Neal understood the situation well.

Back when the five lords ruled, those dissenters might have been too intimidated to act.

But after the fall of the five lords, they would probably emerge one by one.

Braydon had been through this before.

"Master, after you and the others died, the race’s history books labeled you as traitors..." Cree Mackey said, lowering his head.

"What?" Braydon’s eyes flashed with cold light.

Despite their arrogance, the Northern Army had never betrayed their people, whether in the past or present.

Many of the five lords’ deeds had been distorted in the race’s history.

Cree continued, "Later, Eldest Senior Brother reached the peak of power and revealed your true past. He sought to settle old scores and even started a massacre within the race.

"Eventually, the chief of the Foremans, Chadwick Neal, and others intervened and reached an agreement with Eldest Senior Brother. They revised the history books to change the narrative, which is why Eldest Senior Brother didn’t completely sever ties with them."

Cree was referring to Paxton Foreman.

Braydon could easily imagine the sequence of events.

After the fall of the five lords’ generation, those once close to them were inevitably implicated.

When Braydon was young, he had allowed Luther Carden’s hidden agents to spread worldwide.

He was worried that one day, after his death, someone would come after his Northern Army.

So, he had planned ahead to ensure that even in death, his actions would deter anyone from recklessly targeting his forces.

Unfortunately, the five lords hadn’t had the chance to make such plans for their deaths.

Braydon absorbed a lot from Cree.

Every past grievance left its mark.

Meanwhile, the little fool sat to the side, munching on a cucumber with wide eyes, seemingly detached from the gravity of the situation.

Little did he know that Lord Woodruff from his previous life had made many enemies!

Cree glanced at Luke Yates with an innocent expression and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. "Senior Uncle Woodruff, you need to be careful on this trip to the race headquarters!"

"Why?" Luke asked, looking puzzled.

"You offended a lot of people back then." Cree hesitated before speaking.

"Back then, Lord Woodruff had many enemies?" Braydon asked, his interest piqued.

Cree’s face was filled with bitterness. "It’s not just a few. In fact, there are many, many enemies. The Virtual Spirit Association, the Cosmos Bank, the Cosmos Chamber of Commerce, the Cosmos Battle Arena, the Cosmos Alchemist Alliance, the Artifact Refining Association, the Talisman House, and so on. Senior Uncle Woodruff has a grudge with all of them!"

"That many enemies?" Braydon was shocked.

In his previous life, the little fool had antagonized so many factions.

It wasn’t just one or two people; these were powerful forces with hundreds of millions of followers.

It was more than what Cree had mentioned.

"Brother, why don’t we just skip the trip?" Luke suggested, trying to avoid the trouble.

"No worries!" Braydon smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with determination.

In the distant depths of the starry sky, news of the brothers arriving on a starship had already spread among the upper echelons.

The eight lineage masters were the first to know, followed by the experts from the race headquarters.

The human headquarters was an incredibly rare and special place in the universe.

The mysteries of the universe’s origin were visible in this starry sky.

Cultivating here and understanding the path of the origin of the cosmos was a thousand times faster than in ordinary places.

No wonder young people from the major star areas wanted to come to the human headquarters.

There were hundreds of millions of life planets in this stellar realm, each inhabited by numerous cultivators.

Some human babies born on these planets were even born in the saint realm. freewebnøvel.com

Both parents were experts, so the children they bore were born with powerful bloodlines.

It was clear that the human race had consistently nurtured geniuses and made this place their home.

The goal was likely to enhance their bloodlines and change the fact that humans started out weak.

If human children were born strong and received the unique cultivation benefits here, the number of strong individuals would definitely increase.

After all, no race could ever have too many experts.

In the core region of countless planets, there was a green planet ten thousand times larger than Earth.

Starships came and went, and in the center of this activity stood a black palace.

Inside, several black-robed figures silently appeared.

The head of the hall was empty, suggesting that the person with the highest status had yet to arrive.

"It seems everyone has received the news!" a man cloaked in black fog said coldly.

"The five lords are about to return. It looks like our good days are coming to an end!" someone else replied.

At the entrance of the hall, a hunchbacked old man entered and said faintly, "Back then, everyone was involved in the assassination of that girl. The return of the five lords isn’t just the end of our good days!"

"There’s no need to bring that up. It was your idea to kill that girl!" the man in black fog shot a cold glance at him.

The hunchbacked old man responded, "It doesn’t matter who came up with the idea. What’s important is that everyone here was involved. We exposed an important mystic realm to kill her. It was worth it!"

"If that girl hadn’t died, do you think we’d have had an easy time?" someone defended the old man.

Everyone had agreed to the plan back then.

If the girl had succeeded, even if she wasn’t as accomplished as the Bright Lord, she would still have been a significant threat.

Once she succeeded, their survival would have been in jeopardy.

The man in black mist said, "The deed is done. There’s no point in discussing it further. The five lords of the past are the Bright Lord, Frost Lord, Lord Whitlow, Lord Lindquist, and Lord McAvoy!"

"In this life, Frost Lord Laird Xenos and Lord Lindquist Cole Colbie have already appeared. The remaining three have likely shown themselves as well, but we don’t know who they are yet!" His eyes flashed with cold killing intent.

They had been waiting for this day for 30,000 years, unable to rest or eat in peace, anticipating the return of the five lords’ reincarnations.

"Even if we manage to kill the reincarnations of the five lords in this life, their soul imprints won’t be destroyed. They’ll come back again," Old Man Horgan, the hunchbacked old man, said slowly.

"It’s not that I’m underestimating everyone, but even if we join forces, we won’t be able to destroy the spiritual imprint of the five lords, right?" A man entered through the palace gate, accompanied by a beast—a half-demon.

Many present displayed a trace of disgust at the sight of the half-demon.

"Eon artifact!" Old Man Horgan suddenly exclaimed.

"You have one of those?" The man in the black mist sneered.

Everyone in the room knew what an eon artifact was.

It was a forbidden weapon in the universe, extremely rare, and only objects from the earliest days of the universe could be called eon artifacts.