The Strongest War God

183 The Northern King Arrives in Linar, Greetings from the Nation!

They wanted to slaughter the whole of Linar!

Westley Hader was born in the northern territory and had the mark of the northern.

Tonight, they must bring the hidden agent back to the north.

If they were not able to get the hidden agent back, they would slaughter the whole of Linar.

Outsiders would never know the faith of the people of the north.

At this moment, Taraz Ross’ eyes were filled with disbelief. The most lawless group of people in the north had all arrived.

If he did not hand over the hidden agent tonight, there would be a bloodbath that would shock the entire world.

Others might not know, but the people of the northern territory were so bold that you could not imagine it.

Since Braydon Neal had said that he would welcome back the northern’s hidden agent tonight, then Westley and Cole Colbie would follow him to the death.

Tonight, he would turn Namar upside down.

Taraz held the cloud piercing spear and roared, “Retreat!”

With this order, the terrified Linar Imperial Army opened up a path that led directly to the main gates of Linar.

If the imperial guards do not retreat, they would all die.

The three sons of the north are all here!

There were also the ten ruthless men and the five commanders. None of them were weak.

If the imperial army did not retreat tonight, the hundred thousand soldiers would die in front of Linar.

To Braydon and the others, the 100,000 imperial army soldiers were their enemies. If they dared to block their path, they would start a massacre.

The so-called Namar had 100,000 imperial guards stationed in Linar.

Commander Taraz’s troops could not block Braydon’s blade.

They could not stop the ten ruthless men of the north.

From this scene, one could see how powerful the north was.

Braydon led his troops to the capital of Namar, Linar. No one could stop him.

This was the Northern King!

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, his footsteps light as he entered Linar.

Linar opened its gates!

This huge wooden gate was the gate of Namar. It slowly opened at 4:30 in the morning.

Even if they were enemies, Namar would definitely open their gates to welcome them and treat them with national etiquette!

Otherwise, it would be humiliating the Northern King!

Now that things had come to this, how could the people in Linar dare to insult the Northern King?

Entering Linar’s main gate was a straight asphalt road that was thirty meters wide. On both sides of the road were the elite guards of Linar.

On both sides of the formation, they placed their hands in front of their chests and lowered their heads as they shouted, “Namar welcomes the arrival of the Northern King!”

A resounding voice resounded throughout Linar.

It woke up millions of people in this city!

Namar still understood the etiquette of treating others with national etiquette.

King Braydon was not afraid of the scene. He stood with his hands behind his back and stepped on the red carpet, letting the thunder in the night continue as the rain poured down.

Westley was on the left, and Cole was on the right; they were half a step behind him.

Luke Yates, the holy left-wing guard, had a strong killing intent.

The holy right-wing guard Gordon Lowe’s thin body exuded a cold killing intent.

The ten ruthless men of the north entered Linar together.

Just this scene alone was enough to suppress Namar!

All the core figures of the north had arrived tonight.

The group went 30 miles deep into Linar and arrived at a grand palace complex. This was the core area of Linar, the place where the country ruler carried out his duties.

No matter how fierce Braydon and the others were killing in the outside world, now that they had entered Linar, they had to treat Namar with the courtesy of the country.

There was no lack of courtesy on the surface.

Braydon stood in front of the grand hall, his thin lips moving slightly. “Hansworth’s Braydon Neal has come to visit Namar!”

Crack!

The door of the grand hall opened slightly before it was completely opened.

In the magnificent hall, the crystal chandelier was emitting a gentle light. It was probably worth tens of millions. There was also a huge rectangular table and fourty-nine stools in the hall, which were decorated with flowers.

A square-faced middle-aged man in a black suit sat at the head of the table.

He was the ruler of Namar, Cameron Linar.

“An honored guest from the northern territory has arrived. Please take a seat!” Cameron Linar waved his hand.

A group of slim girls in traditional clothes walked out from the side and pulled out stools.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and did not take a seat.

Westley and the others did not sit down as well.

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The reason was very simple. Although the seats of Namar were divided into host and guests, there was also a difference in status.

Cameron was sitting at the head of the table while Braydon was sitting below him?

Was he saying that the King of the northern territory was inferior to Cameron Linar?

The pride of the people of the north would not allow Braydon to do this.

“We came here this time to bring the north’s hidden agent back home!” Westley stepped forward and said calmly.

“How did the hidden agent of the north appear in my territory? Governor Hader, you must be joking!” In other words, Cameron did not want to hand him over.

Cole’s fingers lightly touched the hilt of the sword at his waist. “If you don’t hand him over tonight, I’ll slaughter Linar!”

“Impudent!” Cameron released a wave of pressure.

The pressure was at the king level, but as a country ruler, it allowed Cameron to cultivate the king aura, making him much stronger than normal kings.

The atmosphere became tense.

Westley and Cole had never given Namar any face.

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At this moment, at the back door of the palace, several powerful auras were faintly emitted, as if they were intimidating the people of the northern.

The two sides confronted each other, and their auras were oppressive and terrifying.

An invisible pressure caused the hall to ripple with an invisible breeze.

Braydon’s fingers moved slightly, and the Northern King sword was instantly drawn.

This vicious weapon was unsheathed, shocking all the birds and beasts in the entire Linar capital. All the martial artists keenly captured the terrifying killing intent.

When the Northern King sword was unsheathed, it meant death!

“Hand him over!”

It was a simple sentence, just two words.

Braydon’s deep eyes glanced at Cameron. His thin lips moved slightly as he warned him coldly.

His Northern King sword was aimed at Cameron, the current ruler of the nation!

The blade pointed at the current ruler?

Westley’s expression was calm, but his eyelids could not help but twitch.

Luke Yates gulped. The lawless great demon king muttered, “Brother, awesome!”

Only Braydon would do such a domineering and arrogant thing!

If he was not careful, the northern territory would be at war again!

The scene was terrifyingly silent.

Braydon was pointing his blade at Cameron, and he was extremely domineering.

He was doing so calmly at that!

There was only one sentence spoken: hand him over!

The Northern King sword was already unsheathed and emitting a strong killing intent, if they did not hand the hidden agent over…

Cameron sat on a high seat, his fingers gripping the chair as wood chips fell from it. He said in a low voice, “Hand Deputy Commander Sammy over to them!”

That one sentence was equivalent to admitting defeat!

After handing over the person, the north would let this matter go.

Otherwise, Linar would become a battlefield.

A young man in black who had his shoulder blade pierced by an iron hook, with blood that kept flowing out of the corner of his mouth, was dragged by an iron ball by his ankles as he slowly appeared in the hall barefooted.

He was Sammy Dudley.

There was also a corpse of a man in his fifties that was carried to the hall.

The black-robed young man was twenty-six years old. He looked at the people in the hall, at a white-robed young man, and at the extremely domineering ruler of Namar.

Disbelief flashed in his eyes. His tiger eyes were red as he said hoarsely, “Commander?”

“It’s me, the commander of the northern army, Braydon Neal. Tonight, I will bring you home!”

Braydon swept his knife across, cutting off Sammy Dudley’s handcuffs and leg cuffs, and removed the iron hook on his shoulder.

“Tonight, we’ll take you home!” Westley said hoarsely.

“Sammy Dudley, hidden agent of the warrior’s department of the north, pays his respects to the commander!”

The words that had been hidden in the depths of his heart for ten years were finally spoken in the Linar Palace!

He had kept this sentence in his heart for ten years!