THE STRONGEST WAR GOD - Season 2 Episode 84

Sammy Dudley had publicly admitted his identity in front of Cameron Linar in the Linar Palace!

He was the north’s hidden agent!

Cameron’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with cold killing intent.

To him and Linar, this matter alone was a great humiliation.

!!

Sammy Dudley, the leader of the eight deputy commanders of the Linar imperial army, was actually a hidden agent of the north.

How much top-secret information from Namar had been sent to the northern territory over the years?

Cameron did not dare to imagine it.

He wanted to kill Sammy, but because of King Braydon’s warning during the day, Namar was intimidated and did not dare to kill him.

Now, the person had been handed over.

Westley Hader looked at the other corpse. It was the man in his fifties.

“Who is he?” Westley asked.

“We, the hidden agents of the north, must fight!” Sammy said in a low voice.

“How did he die?” Braydon Neal said.

There was more than one person in the north. Braydon only knew a small part of the number of hidden agents!

Back then, the old commander, Finley Yanagi, controlled the first group of hidden agents. They were scattered in Namar and had yet to contact the northern territory.

“Because of my exposure, the imperial army not only captured me, but also Old Gadson,” Sammy said in a low voice. “He wanted to sacrifice himself to protect us. He wanted me to continue hiding my identity.”

Previously, the situation was urgent. Yves Gadson was willing to die and wanted to take on everything alone.

But in the end, he failed!

Namar was not stupid. Only a few people knew about the 108 people in the envoy group.

Sammy was one of them.

With Yves Gadson’s rank in the imperial army, he simply could not be the one bearing the responsibility.

“Who killed him?” Braydon Neal asked.

“Deputy Commander Quilo Hackert of the imperial army!”

At this point, Sammy’s eyes were filled with hatred.

Swoosh!

Braydon held the Northern King sword and pointed it at Cameron Linar again.

In just one night, he had pointed it at the country’s ruler twice.

Domineering and frivolous!

Only King Braydon dared to do this.

Cameron’s eyes were filled with anger. Behind the hall, seven powerful auras erupted, all carrying anger and killing intent.

“Hand him over!”

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

This time, it was not Sammy, but deputy commander, Quilo Hackert.

This man was stained with the blood of the north’s hidden agent. Braydon would definitely kill him.

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“Northern King, don’t go too far!”

An old man with white hair and a youthful face entered the hall in a flash.

He gave off the aura of a king.

This was an old king level figure from Namar.

Another eighth-level king?

An upper three level king!

When the old man appeared, did he intend to go against King Braydon?

This was courting death!

Braydon had crossed 4,000 miles and killed his way through Namar to enter Linar, all for the sake of killing.

In a flash.

Braydon, who had been pointing his sword at Cameron, held the Northern King sword in his left hand and transformed into a black saber. His white-robed figure was like a white shadow of a fairy.

The sword slashed across brazenly!

“How dare you!” Cameron stood up angrily.

Boom!

Braydon’s sword descended brazenly, slashing the old man with white hair and a youthful face.

The old eighth-level king was split in half by the Northern King sword.

Tyrannical and iron-blooded!

This was King Braydon!

Tonight, in Namar, every king that came out would die.

Braydon did not even respond to the old man’s words. He slashed out with his left hand and killed an eighth-level king.

…

King Braydon’s shocking battle strength had indeed shocked everyone in the hall.

Luke Yate’s eyelids twitched as he stood behind Braydon. He swallowed hard. In front of his brother, Braydon Neal, Luke Yates, who was titled the Great Demon King, could not be arrogant.

Most people now understood who had influenced Luke Yates’s unruly personality.

It was definitely because of Braydon’s influence!

This was the peerless Northern King, killing an eighth-level king.

This scene made Cameron’s expression extremely gloomy.

Braydon turned around and pointed at Cameron. His thin lips moved slightly. “Hand him over!”

He was still calmly asking him to hand him over!

Cameron had no choice!

“Bring Quilo Hackert here,” he said in a low and hoarse voice.

Next was Quilo Hackert, one of the eight deputy commanders of Linar imperial army. He was only 1.6 meters tall and was indeed short. His skin was dark, and his triangular eyes were filled with fear.

…

He saw that the sacred hall was filled with the smell of blood.

The Demon Lord, Braydon Neal, who was feared by Namar, held a peerless weapon in his left hand which kept dripping blood.

There was an old man’s corpse on the ground. Was he not a king level person from Namar?

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At this moment, an eighth-level king had clearly been killed!

Quilo felt a chill run down his spine. Standing at the entrance of the hall, he had the urge to turn around and flee.

Braydon stood with his right arm behind his back and his left hand holding a knife. He glanced over and asked, “My north’s hidden agent died in your hands?”

“Your Highness, I…”

Quilo was trembling in fear. A marquis titled person wanted to explain himself.

“Cole, kill him!” Braydon said coldly.

“Understood!”

Cole took a step forward; the domineering aura of a king was truly incomparably terrifying.

This was the commander of the imperial guards of the north, the world-renowned King Cole.

He was just a newly crowned king.

But the aura on Cole’s body was even more terrifying than the old man’s aura as an eighth-level king.

This was the terror of the three sons of the north.

Cole’s right hand gripped the cold sword at his waist. The black sword was unsheathed and swiftly fell.

The black blade light was overbearing and carried a terrifying killing intent.

“No…” Quilo was terrified.

Swoosh!

With a slash, Quilo was killed on the spot.

Cole would not listen to a single word of nonsense from him. The Northern King had given the order to kill, so no one could save Quilo Hackert.

Because Quilo’s hands were stained with the blood of the people of the north, he definitely had to die tonight.

This was Namar!

This was Linar!

With the sound of the golden rooster announcing dawn, a hint of white appeared in the east.

It was dawn.

Braydon glanced at the magnificent hall. There was a pillar made of redwood. It was two meters in diameter and more than ten meters tall.

The Northern King sword instantly slashed horizontally.

The sharp blade sliced through the redwood pillar, splitting it in two.

As the Northern King sword was swung, saber Qi swept across the entire hall, and the entire hall was filled with cold sword intent.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the Northern King sword was sheathed. A coffin that was 2.5 meters long fell to the ground. It was made of a redwood pillar.

Braydon took off the black cloak on his shoulder and the golden Qilin robe fell on Yves Gadson’s body.

Wrapped in a golden Qilin robe!

“Let’s go home!” Braydon raised the thousand-pound coffin with his left arm and walked out of the hall with steady steps.

The Northern King was carrying the coffin and had wrapped the body in a Qilin robe.

Only the soldiers of the north had this honor!

Braydon held the coffin with his left hand and placed his right arm behind his back. He stepped onto the red carpet outside the hall and headed straight for the outskirts of Linar.

The five commander and the ten ruthless men of the north exuded a murderous aura.

They tore off their undershirts and turned them into a white cloth. They tied it around their left arms and followed silently, bringing the hidden agent back home.

On the main street of Linar, there was a red carpet. The two rows of soldiers were all from the imperial army of Linar. They lowered their heads and said in a low voice, “Farewell, Northern King!”

This was a national ceremony.

They had to send him of with the proper national etiquette!

Only Braydon Neal was worthy of it.