The Strongest War God-Chapter 1724: Old Man Lore’s Attack

According to Chadwick Neal and the others’ guesses, Braydon Neal would definitely take revenge on the myriad races in this life.

There would undoubtedly be another battle between the two sides, but that was not the final goal!

"Is it because of that hall?" Chadwick asked softly.

The hall outside the starry sky hid the new path, the path that Braydon had opened for all living beings in his previous life.

There was no time to think too much; they had to make arrangements for the various ancestors’ residences.

Eight million soldiers of the Northern Army, each bearing the imprint of reincarnation!

The Hall of Fame ancestors were easy to recognize because they held ancestral artifacts.

However, more than 90% of the ancestors were unrecognizable.

They could only wait for them to wake up one by one and then register their identities.

As for harming one of them, what benefits would Chadwick and the others gain from secretly harming the race’s ancestors?

These ancestors would be the future guardians of the race!

Before Luther Carden fainted, he took the opportunity to say one last sentence, "Luke... Go home and take charge..."

"Got it!"

At this moment, Luke Yates’s expression became extremely serious.

He knew what Luther was worried about!

The core strength of the Northern Army had suddenly been transferred here.

During this period, Luther had expanded the Northern Army to a total of 500 legions!

The Northern Army sons were all core higher-ups, and they had all been transferred here.

There was no one left in the Northern Army!

This was extremely dangerous.

There were 420 legions in the Hunting Stellar Realm, amounting to 42 million soldiers.

It was impossible to ignore.

This was Luther’s worry.

"I need to go over!" Luke looked at Paxton Foreman and said.

"I’ll escort you!"

Paxton personally opened a large spatial passageway and brought Luke back to the Hunting Stellar Realm.

In the Northern Army Military Headquarters, a drastic change had occurred due to recent events.

Many legions saw their commanders enter the spatial tunnel and then disappear, causing a faint commotion.

However, the chaos was not severe.

The Northern Army’s military discipline ensured that while some disruption was normal, it never reached the point of total disorder.

When a lieutenant commander left, the regimental commanders took charge of the situation.

If a lieutenant commander died, the 1st regimental commander would inherit the position and exercise authority.

With Luke’s arrival, he released his aura, enveloping the starry sky.

Standing proudly with his black hair dancing in the wind, he exuded a domineering presence.

"I am Luke Yates, the Heavenly Son of the Northern Army. The Heavenly Son of the Northern Army can act as the commander without needing the Northern King’s order. He can mobilize the three armies and nine departments!"

"Military order: all legions gather and retreat from the Hunting Stellar Realm!"

Luke stood at the military headquarters and issued the order.

No one questioned him because many legions had seen him in the Meteor Sea.

He was a trusted companion of the commander and the commander’s spokesperson.

The military order was given, and the various legions quickly gathered and retreated from the Hunting Stellar Realm.

The earlier events had been too significant.

Once the demons learned of the return of many forefathers, they would surely escape.

It was certain that the demon race experts would descend upon the Hunting Stellar Realm and destroy the remaining Northern Army at all costs.

Who could guarantee that among these elites of the Northern Army, there were no human ancestors who had returned?

Luke’s order to retreat was undoubtedly a wise decision.

The starry sky was vast, and the Northern Army could choose any place to station themselves.

The safest option now was to retreat to the hinterland of the race.

In fact, Luke did not know that Paxton had come.

Hristo Lore and a few other old men also arrived silently.

He had one goal: to protect the Northern Army and ensure their safe retreat.

When Paxton received the news, he looked at Luke and said, "Senior Uncle Woodruff, have the Northern Army head to the Northern Stellar Realm. The Stellar Realm Competition is about to end. When the time comes, have the Northern Army head to our race headquarters as participants in the Stellar Realm Competition!"

"Alright!" Luke immediately gave the order for all the legions to head to the Northern Stellar Realm.

All the legions evacuated in one night.

After their retreat, a terrifying demon creature descended.

"Tiger King!" Paxton brought up the rear and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back.

He saw a huge black shadow and said calmly, "Tiger King, it’s been a long time!"

"Humph!" Seeing that no one was left, the huge black shadow turned around to leave.

But how could he come and go as he pleased?

"Since you’re here, stay and chat!" Hristo said calmly.

Swoosh!

The surrounding void seemed to be confined.

"Old Man Lore?" A huge black tiger with three heads appeared, its six eyes filled with shock and anger.

"The demons learned about what happened at the race headquarters in just one night. The control of the eight lineages over the race has been weakening over the years!" Hristo said lightly, expressing dissatisfaction.

In front of Hristo, the eight lineage chiefs were like children.

Given Hristo’s seniority, even the previous generation’s chiefs had to address him respectfully as ancestor.

Paxton and Hristo both understood.

There must have been a high-ranking official at the race headquarters who had informed the demons.

Moreover, his level was not low.

Otherwise, how would the news of what happened in the race grounds spread to the demons overnight?

The arrival of this three-headed black tiger must have been due to that news!

Hristo wanted to kill him.

The expert of this race attacked without any explanation.

A broken wooden stick appeared in his hand.

The staff emerged, and he smashed the tiger’s head with his cudgel, displaying overwhelming strength.

Regarding what happened here, it had nothing to do with the Northern Army.

They retreated like a tide, rushing to the Northern Stellar Realm.

The Northern Star Residence, Hardin Dolan, had already received a secret order and prepared everything in advance.

Moreover, a chief would personally approve a portion of the quota!

This portion of the quota was for the Stellar Realm Competition.

In the Northern Stellar Realm alone, it actually reached 50 million people!

Obviously, 90% of the spots were prepared for the Northern Army.

Many ancestors had returned, especially before Ancestor Luther fell asleep.

The ones who worried the most were the Northern Army.

If something went wrong in the Northern Army, none of the eight lineage chiefs could withstand the wrath of those ancestors.

At the same time, on a planet in the race headquarters, everything had been arranged for Braydon and the others.

Chief Green Lotus personally presided over the matter and issued an order: all starships or living beings that tried to approach Planet 003 were to be killed without mercy!

The entire planet was covered in restrictions.

No one was allowed to investigate!

Other than the top experts of the race, no one else knew what had happened.

Although many people knew about the Hall of Fame’s actions, only those who held the core power of the race knew exactly what had happened!

In a quiet hall, Braydon lay calmly on his bed, an ancient aura circulating around him.

Memories from the depths of his soul were slowly surfacing.

A distant memory that represented his previous life.

This process was very slow, and he could only rely on endless sleep to accept the memories of the past.

Braydon wasn’t the only one facing this situation.

His rash action had awakened everyone’s soul imprints.