The Strongest War God - Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Loyalty to the Northern King in This Lifetime

The order to kill had been issued.

What should he do next?

Old Man Zito knew what to do.

That was to raze this place to the ground! What Preston mountains’s ten old men? Today, King Braydon Neal had personally come to inquire about this matter. Any martial artist who violated the ironclad law would be killed without mercy!

Braydon entered the courtyard. There was a young man walking around, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

The young man said in surprise, “Hey, where’s Brother Todd? You trash from the Preston main team actually managed to defeat him?”

“He’s dead!”

Logan Hall coldly said.

“What did you say?” The young man was shocked and furious.

“I said, he’s dead. Martial artists violating the ironclad law means that he will be killed on the spot!”

Anger appeared in Logan’s eyes.

These people of the Preston mountains actually humiliated the Preston main team today.

They severely injured Luca and the others, and even imprisoned Steve Xavier and the others.

The dignity of the entire Preston main team was trampled on by them.

This kind of unruly martial artist could already be rated as dangerous if he did not have discipline.

After making such an assessment, the experts of the main team could take action and completely wipe out this place.

The young man’s eyes were filled with horror as he turned around and ran toward the inner courtyard.

In the next moment, six people walked out of the inner courtyard.

Including the young man, who pointed at Logan and said, “Grandpa, they were the ones who killed Brother Todd!”

This sentence made everyone angry.

“You came here to kill my grandson.”

The old man in a white suit had white hair and a youthful face. His eyes also flashed with anger.

He really did not expect that the Preston main team would come again and start killing.

Have they never heard of him, Lucius Warren?

“Where’s the War God who used the primordial chaos force?” Braydon Neal asked calmly.

Braydon did not care about what the old man in the suit said. He was looking for the War God level martial artist who used the primordial chaos force to heavily injure Luca.

This person was on King Braydon’s must-kill list.

The War God violated the ironclad law and had to be strictly investigated!

“Sir, I’m afraid if I tell you who it was, the Preston main team can’t afford to offend this person.” Lucius’ old face was gloomy.

One sentence proved that the War God had a powerful background!

Having this kind of person at the core was the source of the confidence that the Preston mountains Warren family had.

They even dared to directly detain Steve Xavier, the leader of the Preston main team!

Joseph Thomas was not stupid. He was just a little silly. “So you dared to detain the leader of the Preston main team?”

“Why not? The Preston main team killed my best friend, Stetson Little, and now you want to kill his granddaughter.”

After Lucius said this, his face was filled with anger.

A girl in a yellow dress ran out crying. It was Tina Little.

“Grandpa Lucius, you must avenge my grandfather!” she cried.

“Tina, don’t worry. With Grandpa Lucius here, no one can bully you. I will definitely protect you today.”

Lucius had a doting expression on his face.

“You can’t protect her!” Braydon said softly.

When Tina heard this, she looked over. There was a piercing wound on her left shoulder. It was caused by Braydon’s stone attack.

Her shoulder was still aching. She pointed at Braydon with a venomous gaze and said hatefully, “Grandpa Lucius, it’s him. He ambushed and killed my grandfather. He’s not from the Preston main team!”

A cold light appeared in Lucius’ eyes.

If the person in front of him was not from the Preston main team, then it would be easy!

The hatred between martial artists did not affect ordinary people. They fought and killed in the deep mountains and forests. The special operations team could not be bothered!

Braydon looked at the old man and laughed. “What, you still want to attack me?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare!”

Lucius took a step forward, and his old body released an aura.

Another ninth-level warlord!

As expected of someone who was ranked as one of the top ten men of Preston mountains alongside Stetson Little.

When they were young, they probably had the potential to become War Gods.

However, the threshold of becoming a War God was not so easy to cross.

In the end, he was still one step away! Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.

He seemed to have sensed someone approaching from outside the door. And it was an acquaintance! Lucius was about to make a move.

However, an indifferent voice came from outside the door, “One more step and I’ll wipe out your whole family!” Captain Hatcher Murphy had arrived!

His black robes danced in the wind as he led 8,000 black-robed guards and finally arrived. An A-class distress call was qualified to alarm the imperial guards of the Central Plains. Moreover, King Braydon had personally asked about this matter.

How would the Central Plains’ main team dare to turn a blind eye to this!

“The Central Plains main team’s Captain Hatcher Murphy!” Lucius exclaimed in surprise when he saw the person who had come.

The people in this small courtyard all revealed fear in their eyes.

He was one of the five great captains! Hatcher, the seventh-level War God, was in charge of the core power of the Central Plains’ main team. He was under the command of the capital garrison and the governor office, and was under the direct jurisdiction of Governor Westley Hader.

This matter had actually alerted him!

There were 8,000 imperial guards of the Central Plains. Each of them wore black clothes, had a cold sword, and a black scarf. They revealed a determined gaze. With Hatcher as the leader, the eight thousand men all drew their black cold swords from their waists, their killing intent surging. Swoosh!

All eight thousand black swords were unsheathed.

The moment they were unsheathed, the killing intent soared into the sky.

The surrounding mountains were so frightened that birds and beasts cried out.

They were shocked by this bloodthirsty killing intent. This scene of iron-blooded killing aura was as if the whole mountain was going to be slaughtered. The War God hiding in the Warren family finally could not take it anymore. He took the initiative to jump out and shout, “Captain Murphy, please show mercy!”

A War God appeared.

However, Hatcher ignored his appearance.

The 8,000 imperial guards of the Central Plains completely ignored him.

In their eyes, there was only that white-robed youth.

At this moment.

The eight thousand men held their black swords horizontally in front of their chests, saluting with the northern army sword. They lowered their heads and shouted, “The imperial guards of the Central Plains pay their respects to the Commander!”

The voices of the 8,000 elites resounded through the clouds!

They had already retired from the northern army.

They were currently under the Central Plains main team.

However, the mark of the northern army would follow them for their entire lives as long as King Braydon acknowledged them.

In this life, these soldiers would return whenever they were summoned!

They belonged to the northern army, and they would be loyal to the Northern King!

This greeting resounded through the clouds. Shocking everyone! Lucius’ aura instantly dissipated. His scalp went numb, and he was extremely horrified!

In this world, there were only a handful of people who dared to call themselves commanders!

Without exception, they were all big shots. But now, the white-robed young man who had appeared in front of the Warren family of Preston mountains was actually a military commander.

Who exactly was he!

The War God’s expression changed drastically.

He felt a chill run down his spine. Wherever his gaze landed, his pupils constricted, and his gaze fell on Braydon’s white robe.

He was terrified.

Tina could not help but feel terrified. “Grandpa Lucius, he…”

“Who exactly are you?!” Lucius could not help but tremble.

The War God said in a trembling voice, “Of the seven legions of Hansworth, the northern army is the strongest. For eight thousand miles in the northern desert, the commoner reigns supreme!”

A plain-clothed man from the northern territory, the current Northern King!

Except for the Northern King, who else in the world would dare to wear this cloth?

His identity was obvious!

He was the newly conferred Garrison King and the Viceroy of Hansworth!

Once he was conferred the title on Mount Tanish, he would carry the fate of the country and lead the nine departments and twenty-four divisions of the three armies. He would be famous all over the world!