The Strongest War God

Chapter 742 - 742: The Terror of Braydon Neal

Chapter 742: The Terror of Braydon Neal

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

No one was more desperate than Shmuel Linar.

He studied the Northern Army day and night, investigating all the higher-ups of the Northern Army.

The more he investigated over the years, the more afraid he was.

The leaders of the Northern Army were quite literally all the geniuses of the younger generation in Hansworth.

Every single one of them was a huge threat to the Namar.

Now, they were all grown up. After last night, all the countries in the world knew that there was more than King Braydon who was terrifying in Hansworth.

There was also the Sovereign King of Perpetual Darkness, Harvey Lay.

And Frediano Jadanza!

These two people were Qilin Lord talents.

An extremely terrifying figure who had already stepped into the pinnacle realm would definitely have terrifying achievements in the future.

At this moment, Shmuel spoke again, his voice hoarse, “Send a diplomatic envoy to the northern territory to ask for peace. We can compensate and cede territory. As long as the Northern Army is willing to stop fighting, Namar can guarantee that they will not see our army within 500 miles of tiger gate.”

“This won’t do!”

Instantly, more than half of the people in the hall objected to this proposal.

They would never agree to such a thing.

Namar was not that weak.

“Don’t you understand?” Shmuel roared. “All these years, the Northern Army hasn’t made a move against us not because they aren’t strong enough to do so.”

“The Northern Army would no longer be of any use if they were to wipe out the eight countries beyond the northern border. The capital of Hansworth would not allow the Northern Army to hold their own and continue to rule the northern desert!”

Shmuel roared hoarsely.

However, only a small portion of the officials supported him.

Shmuel’s eyes revealed a hint of despair.

At this rate, once Braydon arrived at Linar, it would be too late.

A panicked voice came from outside the hall. “Urgent report from the Green Ridge Wilderness. The Northern Army has crossed the border!”

This sentence was transmitted to the entire hall.

Cameron Linar suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with anger as he questioned, “He’s making a move?”

“The Northern King has personally arrived at the Green Ridge Wilderness, and pinnacle Hutton Maxwell has died in battle!”

Outside the hall, a heavily injured tiger-eyed man with a face full of despair entered the hall.

Cameron’s face turned pale.

Hutton was a pinnacle expert in the Namar. He had a close relationship with the Linar family behind Cameron.

This time, Hutton was entrusted by Cameron to oversee the Green Ridge Wilderness.

However, he did not expect that a pinnacle martial artist would fall just like that!

He was a pinnacle of Namar.

Namar was not like Hansworth, and there were not many pinnacle martial artists.

Moreover, the overall strength of their martial artists was far inferior to Hansworth.

Hansworth had been around for 5,000 years.

In the past 5,000 years, for more than 4,000 years, it had stood at the top of the world and was the strongest empire.

Why had it been kicked out of the ranks of the ten great empires?

This was a disgrace!

If Braydon Neal’s generation couldn’t help Hansworth return to the top of the world and achieve a great revival, then if they were to die, they wouldn’t be able to face their ancestors!

However, in the past two days, the eight countries in the north had joined forces to invade Hansworth.

They killed the soldiers of the Northern Army and Tanner Lynn, who was heavily nurtured by Braydon.

The seventeen-year-old regimental commander of the Northern Army.

If Tanner did not die, how great would his future achievements have been?

Given Tanner’s capabilities, he would definitely have no problem taking over the position of one of the ten commanders.

At this moment, the Northern Army had already crossed the border and was no longer defending.

Instead, it was Braydon, the Northern King, who was personally leading his troops into the Namar.

This time, Braydon was going to slaughter the entire Namar and kill the ruler,

Cameron.

Within the Linar Palace.

Crown Prince Shmuel’s face was filled with despair as he muttered, “He’s here.

It’s too late!”

Shmuel had been analyzing the entire Northern Army for years.

Shmuel was the person who understood King Braydon the most in the entire Namar.

Braydon led his troops and descended with the wrath of thunder.

He would definitely destroy the entire Linar capital!

Cameron, who was sitting at the head of the table, said in a low voice, “Men, escort Shmuel out of the capital immediately!” Cameron was resolute.

He had to protect the Crown Prince of Namar.

As for Cameron himself, he knew what his fate was.

Namar once again sent troops to attack the Northern Army’s defensive line, causing a large number of casualties.

To King Braydon, he had to kill Cameron!

Today, Cameron could not escape death!

Shmuel stood in the middle of the hall. His eyes were as sinister as snakes, and he looked at everyone present.

Everyone was intimidated by him and lowered their heads in unison.

“Today, no one is allowed to leave Linar!” Shmuel said hoarsely.

“The country is in danger, and everyone here works for the country. How can you abandon the people of Namar? Today, we will fight to the death!” Shmuel’s words blocked everyone’s escape route.

In the crowd of people in the hall, someone revealed a venomous look. It was obvious that these people were clear-headed.

They weren’t so arrogant that they thought that Namar could resist the blade of the Northern Army.

On the contrary.

The Northern King, Braydon, was personally leading his troops here. He definitely wanted to destroy Namar!

In the Green Ridge Wilderness, the hundred miles of barren land was filled with piles of yellow soil.

A white-robed young man holding a black spear stepped on the ground and came from afar. Thousands of corpses floated under the spear.

This youth was Braydon!

Hutton, the pinnacle martial artist that Namar had deployed in the Green

Ridge Wilderness, had died under the Overlord Formation-breaking Spear.

Braydon’s white robe was untainted by the mortal world. He stepped on the ground and slowly walked forward.

Behind Braydon, the soldiers of the first legion of the Northern Army gave up on tiger gate and followed their commander, Braydon, to cross the border and kill their way over.

This was called attacking in self-defense!

Namar has attacked their borders many times and killed their Northern Army comrades.

In the end, Namar angered the Northern King.

Today’s battle was destined to push Namar back by a hundred years.

This battle would ensure that there would be no more war in front of tiger gate in the northern region for at least the next ten years.

There were also 300 ,ooo hidden agents from the Northern Army who were surrounded by a murderous aura. They held black blades in their left hands and followed silently.

The 3,000 Northern Army imperial guards, the elites of the northern arts group, the Northern King’s cavalry, and so on.

They were gathered together like a huge flame of fire!

The person who lit this fire was Commander Braydon.

Hundreds of thousands of elite warriors of Northern Army had entered Namar. Today, they were here for revenge, to fight for peace and to create a bright future!

Braydon walked in the wilderness, his thin lips moving slightly. “This is a military order: within three days, eliminate all martial artists in Namar. Kill them all and leave no survivors!” This was the commander’s order!

“Yes, sir!”

Hundreds of thousands of Northern Army elites bowed and cupped their fists.

In the whole world, the only person who could make the Northern Army men obey orders like this was the Northern King!

In the next moment, hundreds of thousands of elites were mobilized and swept across the entire Namar.

Since Braydon had said that he would sweep across eight thousand miles of Namar, he would surely do so!

Braydon stepped into the sky and said coldly, “The Northern King’s cavalry, follow me into Linar.”

“Yes, sir!”

The seventy-two cavalrymen rode on their dark stallions and followed Braydon.

The northern region was windy and dusty. If there were mountains and rivers in the hinterland, it would be better to ride a horse.

It was just a vehicle!