THE STRONGEST WAR GOD - Season 3 Episode 22

A pitch-black dragon gall spear was held in Braydon Neal’s left hand as he walked out of the doors of the governor office.

Westley Hader, Nico Yates, and Tristan Yandell; the three governors followed behind him!

At this moment, people with discerning eyes could tell which side the three governors were on.

King Braydon was standing here. Anyone who belonged to the northern army would obey his orders.

“Northern King, Westley, don’t mess around!” Stanley Weasley said with a pained heart.

Westley stood with his hands behind his back and replied softly, “The northern army belongs to the Northern King!”

“You’re the governor of the capital garrison!”

Stanely could not help but get angry.

Westley chuckled as he tore off the black robe embroidered with a flying fish on him, causing Stanley’s pupils to constrict.

Outside the hall, Frodo Lance and the others’ expressions also changed drastically.

What did he mean by removing the golden silk flying fish robe?

There were no fools present. Everyone understood!

Westley smiled faintly. “I’ve never wanted the position of the capital garrison’s governor. If you want to take it back, I’ll return it to you!”

“Old man, to be honest, I’ve long been sick of staying in the capital!”

Tristan’s fingers were on his chest, and his entire robe was ripped apart.

There was also Nico, who was silently doing the same at the door. He said coldly, “I quit!”

The three governors were all going to quit tonight?

Stanley, who was already so old, felt that his lungs were about to explode.

He had originally thought that of the three governors, only Tristan was somewhat hard to predict. But today, he discovered that these three young men who had served in the capital garrison for three years were all waiting for an order deep down.

That was the Northern King’s summoning!

As long as the northern army summoned them, Westley and the other two would definitely return.

All the members of the capital garrison were enraged.

The three governors had all stripped their own positions and quit!

This was like child’s play to them!

Stanley was a little troubled, but Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and walked out of the governor office with a spear in his hand.

“Stop them!” Stanley had no choice but to give the order. “I’m going to risk my old bones tonight. I can’t let you young brats cause trouble in the capital!”

As the old governor, he still had some dignity.

Stanley gave the order, and the capital garrison moved. More than ten War God level figures drew their swords and blocked the entrance of the governor office, blocking the way forward.

The guards of the capital were pointing their blades at King Braydon?

This was huge trouble!

Braydon stood there quietly. He had yet to make a move. These people still had a way out.

Otherwise, if he attacked, these people would all die.

Luke Yates touched the twin swords at his waist and said coldly, “Pointing your swords at my brother is considered a declaration of war against the northern army!”

His cold words made everyone’s hearts turn cold.

This was not a joke!

The little fool was Braydon’s holy left-wing guard. He only needed to send a message to the outside world and the northern army would make a move.

Stanley flew into a rage. “How dare you! I told you to stop him! Who told you to draw your swords? Put your weapons away!”

The old man was about to explode from anger. He cursed Dominic Lowe in his heart. He still had not shown up at this point!

He alone could not stop the Northern King.

Braydon ignored everyone and continued walking toward the door.

More than ten War God level characters in front of them, led by an old War God, kept retreating.

Although they were War Gods, they might not have the courage to attack Braydon.

This white-robed youth was an existence that even Duke Lowe had to respect.

Tonight, Braydon wanted to kill Hector Sattler.

No one could stop him!

“Westley, stop fooling around!” Stanley said with heartache.

“Old Govenor, is this called messing around? The 700,000 elite soldiers of the Ludwig army were all killed in the Ludwig mountain range in one night. 700,000 loyal souls were buried in the mountains, branded as a rebel army!

“That night, all thirty-six islands of the Ludwig Islands were occupied by foreign countries and have not been taken back yet!

“Why was the Hader family wiped out by an unknown expert that night? All of our family members were killed, even the children!”

…

Westley’s eyes were cold.

The capital really treated him, Westley Hader, as a child.

All these years, he had never stopped investigating. Many of the matters were handled by Tristan Yandell.

Therefore, the little monkey knew a lot of inside information about the Ludwig army.

…

Tonight, they really thought that Braydon and the others were fooling around!

Stanley’s body stiffened, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. “You already know?”

“The information gathering ability of the northern army’s hidden agents is ten times that of the capital garrison!” Westley revealed a portion of the information.

As one of the three sons of the north, he knew the north like the back of his hand.

Westley had been in charge of the governor office for several years. Comparing the difference between the two, he naturally had the most say.

Regarding these small interludes.

Braydon turned a blind eye to it and slowly smiled. “Vice Commander Zito, I told you at the Neal family to accompany me to the capital. I will kill Hector Sattler tonight!

“But don’t forget what you promised me!

“You have to let this king see the glory of the former Ludwig vice commander!

“The first disciple of the Mount Sino Sword Sect, the unparalleled vice commander. When I was nine years old, I saw your records in the secret archives of the north. Tonight, I want to see your elegance!”

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At this moment, Braydon’s voice was clear and full of heroic spirit.

Ever since they arrived in the capital, the silent Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford finally raised their heads.

Stanley’s pupils constricted as if he had thought of something.

If the former Ludwig vice commander, Frazer Zito, was not dead, how terrifying would he be now?

He was a person who was conferred the title of king at the age of twenty-one!

Now that forty years had passed, with his talent, how terrifying would his strength be?

In order to restore the vice commander’s glory, Braydon did not hesitate to descend upon the capital.

He really could not bear to see this peerless figure from back then be crippled just like that!

Such a talent should not be unable to recover and sink into nothingness like this!

Old Man Zito’s eyes were murky, but they were filled with splendor. In the end, like a man in his twilight years, he said, “There is only Old Man Zito in this world; there is no more Ludwig Vice Commander Frazer Zito.”

“It’s alright. Tonight, I will bring you to kill our way through the Sattler family!

“Tonight, if I don’t see the once magnificent vice commander of Ludwig. I will never put away this dragon gall spear!” Braydon said softly.

The Northern King, who was dressed in white, walked out of the door.

The ten plus old War Gods of the capital garrison cupped their fists and said in a low voice, “Please return, Northern King!”

Boom!

Braydon did not make a move, but he gave off a terrifying aura.

His aura was like the scorching sun, majestic and terrifying, suppressing everyone present.

The old War Gods all bent down, their faces pale. They could not withstand this pressure at all.

“Get lost!” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

As soon as the words fell, it was like a clap of thunder, causing the old War Gods’ eardrums to ring. Their vision turned black, and they were directly stunned by the aura.

The Northern King’s path was not something they could stop.

If these people were not Westley’s subordinates, Braydon would have killed them with his spear just because they dared to draw their swords and fight back.