Chapter 1771 I'll Let You Leave

Chapter 1771: I’ll Let You Leave Chapter 1771: I’ll Let You Leave Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “If you hate the Northern Army, I’ll let you leave!” The last sentence was particularly harsh.  Braydon Neal could be incredibly ruthless, and now he was actually telling Luther Carden to leave the Northern Army.  Everyone’s expression changed.

“Commander!” Frediano Jadanza and the others protested.

“All of you, be quiet!” Braydon’s gaze was intimidating.  The elites of the Northern Army were so frightened they didn’t dare make a sound.

Colton Jansky muttered with his hands in his pockets, “That stinky cripple, so wise yet such a fool.

Cole almost died, and Big Brother’s favorite little fool was chased so miserably.

How pathetic.

And Big Brother happened to see it!” “He still dares to be soft-hearted?

Isn’t he just adding fuel to the fire?” Colton glanced at his true body and added, “Keep watch.

If there are any unusual movements from the peaks, kill them immediately!” “Understood!” the Bright Lord’s true body had never left.

Westley Hader and the others stayed silent.

Luther was taken aback by the seriousness of the situation.  He stared at Braydon, his voice hoarse and less composed, “We were playmates and classmates when we were young, and now we’re close friends who wear the same battle robe.

And now, you want to drive me away?” “Cole almost lost his soul.

Luke was chased for thousands of miles and nearly died.

The enemy is right in front of us.

Are you telling me your heart has softened?” Braydon’s eyes blazed with anger.

“Feel the cold blade on your waist.

Ask the soldiers of the Northern Army who died in battle what happens when a commander is soft-hearted.

“I let you take over the Northern Army, and you tell me you don’t want to kill others?

“Where did a mere spirit body get a Soul-Destroying Nail capable of killing gods?

Where did he get a peak Soul-Destroying Nail?

“If I don’t annihilate his direct family, how will I find the person behind him?

“The enemy in the dark wants to destroy my Northern Army men.

If they dare to kill Luke today, they’ll be killed tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, they’ll come after me, Colton, and the others!

“Now tell me, are you soft-hearted?

“Then, I want to know if you are Ancestor Luther of the past or Luther Carden of the Northern Army, who could terrify hundreds of countries with his rage!” … Braydon was truly enraged.  Anyone in the Northern Army might show some softness, but not him.  And Luther—how could the person in charge of the Northern Army be so soft-hearted?

The commander couldn’t afford to be soft-hearted; it meant suffering for the army.  Enemies had to be eliminated, and the Northern Army sword was not just for show—it was a weapon of death.

His harsh words echoed through the sky, casting a heavy silence over the area.  He publicly reprimanded the former Ancestor Luther, showing no regard for face.  Braydon had little respect for the legends of Ancestor Luther; to him, they were from the past.  In this life, he only acknowledged Second Master Carden of the Northern Army.

As his cold words hung in the air, Westley Hader said softly, “Luther, apologize.” “What are you waiting for?

Why provoke him when he’s angry?

Even Luke wouldn’t dare do that!” Syrus Yanagi murmured.

Yuri Qualls, also frightened, said quietly, “Luther, why are you being so stubborn?

If it were Harvey, he’d have knelt down and admitted his mistake!” “Bullshit, I won’t kneel!” Harvey Lay retorted angrily.

Jonah Shaw spoke coldly, “This is your fault.

It’s true that Big Brother favors Luke, but throughout the Northern Army, you are the only one who can take over.

If he falls, you must support the Northern Army and protect the others for the rest of their lives.” Jonah understood Braydon’s anger clearly.  With Luke Yates and Cole Colbie so severely injured, how could Braydon be at ease with Luther’s softness?

Luther listened quietly, closing his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.  Everyone waited for him to speak.

When Luther opened his eyes again, a cold, sinister light flashed across them.  The past Second Master Carden was slowly resurfacing.  The memories of Ancestor Luther had indeed influenced him, subtly shifting his thoughts.

Not every cultivator could remain unchanged after regaining memories from a past life.  Unlike Braydon, who used the reincarnation imprint yet was not affected by the past, most could not resist these changes.  For them, it was nearly impossible.

“Colton, can I ask you to do something for me?” Luther turned and asked softly.

“What are you planning?” Colton responded warily.

“Don’t do anything rash!” “Have your true body attack and shatter this imprint!” Luther’s ruthlessness was evident; he wanted to destroy the seal and erase the soul imprint of the former Ancestor Luther from his forehead.

“Are you really going through with this?” Colton asked, puzzled.

“Break it and buy me time.

I’ll ensure I’m not weaker in this life!” Luther was determined to cut ties with his past life and completely sever his previous self.

Colton knew he couldn’t do it; only the Bright Lord’s true body could.

“Brother!” Colton looked to Braydon.

“He wants to die.

Are you going to grant his wish?” Braydon’s anger was barely contained.  “If it were Luke, he would definitely do it!” Colton used Little Fool as a decoy to divert attention.  Whenever there was trouble, Luke was always the one they pushed forward to attract the blame.

Braydon turned and said, “I established the eight iron laws of the Northern Army.

I expect you to remember them for the rest of your lives!” “Yes, sir!” Westley and the others let out a sigh of relief, realizing they had managed to navigate through a difficult situation.  Otherwise, it would have been a real mess to handle.  With the eldest and second brothers at odds, they dared not intervene; if they tried to mediate, they’d likely face scolding themselves.  If they stayed silent, it would still be awkward.

“Get lost!” Braydon’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Sergio Ledezma and the others.

Swoosh!

Sergio quickly turned and left, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.  They had been anxiously observing from the sidelines, their nerves on edge.  Reprimanding Ancestor Luther like he was scolding a child; it was baffling.

With the opportunity to leave, none of them dared to stay.

Sergio, Pellam Ibarra, and Svetoslav Sadowsky left without a word.

Braydon then focused on Savoy Lanaspeze, who appeared calm and composed even in this tense situation.  The stellar realm master was visibly shaken, but Savoy seemed to anticipate Braydon’s presence.

“Where did the Soul-Destroying Nail come from?” Braydon asked directly.

“I obtained it from a ruin,” Savoy sneered.

“Which ruin?” Braydon pressed further.

“I had a fortuitous encounter.

I don’t see why I need to disclose it,” Savoy replied nonchalantly.

“Impudent!” Flavien Lanaspeze wiped the sweat from his brow, still shaken by Braydon’s earlier reprimand of Luther.  Now, Savoy’s audacity was even more shocking.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell us.

Colton, have your true body take action.

Let him do what’s necessary!” Braydon said calmly.

“Understood!” Colton responded.

The Bright Lord’s true body raised a hand and immobilized Savoy from a distance.  Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a spirit body genius from Zone 17 was held effortlessly, like a chick in the palm.

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