The Strongest War God

223 The Three Great Entities in the World

Braydon Neal had just walked out of the door.

A man in a tunic suit walked toward them, followed by more than twenty people. Without exception, they were all powerful martial artists, and each of them had a murderous look on their faces!

All of them were men, wearing gray tunic suits with a word embroidered on their chests.

Sattler!

It was not difficult to recognize this symbol as someone from the Sattler family.

The man in the lead, who looked to be in his forties, looked at Braydon, who was dressed in white, and shouted coldly, “Are you Braydon Neal from the northern territory?”

Braydon smiled brightly. His eyes were like torches, making it easy for people to get close to him.

“Phineas Sattler from the Sattler family!” Westley Hader looked over.

“Governor Hader and the old governor are also here. Then, please tell me, where is my big brother?” Phineas Sattler’s words were filled with killing intent.

“Hector is gone?” Stanley Weasley was shocked.

“Old Governor, Braydon Neal had publicly announced that he would kill my brother. We were planning to settle the matter before dark and end it at the same time. However, the northern army has gone too far. They even secretly kidnapped my brother. Do they think that the Sattler family is weak and easy to bully?”

Phineas’ eyes were filled with anger.

Stanley was completely dumbfounded.

Hector had disappeared?

And he was taken away by someone!

Could it be that Dominic Lowe had taken him away?

That should not be the case. If Dominic had taken him away, he should have sent him to the governor office. That way, Braydon would not have made such a big fuss tonight.

If Dominic did not take him away, and Braydon had not done anything the entire day, then who took Hector Sattler away?

This matter had to be made clear.

Stanley opened his mouth but did not say anything.

Braydon flicked his fingers and chuckled. “It’s alright. Have you received the northern military sword token?”

“This small metal card? Hmph, I’ll return it to you!”

Phineas saw the northern military sword token that Braydon had given out during the day.

Kill order!

“Since Hector is missing, it’s the same even if you accept the order!” Braydon smiled faintly.

After saying that.

“No!” Stanley was shocked.

“Kill them!”

Killing intent rose in Luke Yates’ eyes.

At this moment, Braydon did not need to hesitate.

He had waited until now. If Dominic did not send Hector Sattler over, Braydon would personally take action.

Braydon, who was dressed in white, held the dragon gall spear in his hand.

The spear was like a black dragon, and a cold light lit up the night sky.

The cold light was terrifying.

“Let’s see how capable the famous Northern King is!” Phineas shouted. “Let’s see how capable he is to be able to command the northern army!”

“Country bumpkin!”

Tristan Yandell spat.

Phineas had grown up in the capital and had the arrogance of a capital native. He had no idea that outside the capital was another great world.

He was a marquis-level character, if he fought Braydon head-on, he would be courting death.

One had to know that amongst kings, no one could take a single strike from Braydon.

Now that Braydon had the dragon gall spear, it was the same principle.

The black spear was like a dragon as it shot into the sky. The cold light pierced through the dark night and instantly went for the kill.

At this moment, Phineas’ expression changed.

He waved his hand, and the dark and light forces he released were easily penetrated by the black spear.

“A king-level weapon?” Phineas had just finished speaking.

Whoosh!

The dragon gall spear’s tip pierced through his left shoulder. This scene shocked everyone.

Braydon held the spear in his left hand and easily picked him up. He avoided his vitals and pierced through his left shoulder, lifting him up.

Killing humiliation!

Phineas’ face was pale, and his miserable cry resounded through the night, “Ah!”

The mournful cry made one’s hair stand on end.

Braydon smiled. “This is what you wanted to see. I can kill kings like dogs. You are a marquis-level martial artist who hasn’t been through a brutal battle. You can’t even take a single blow!”

“Marquises from the northern army can kill ten ordinary martial artists of the same level!”

Nico Yates was silent as he commented.

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Military martial artists and normal martial artists were two completely different concepts.

Military martial artists had experienced the baptism of the battlefield. To put it bluntly, they were martial artists who had climbed out of a pile of dead people. How could they compare to normal martial artists?

The aura and combat strength of the two sides were simply not equal.

Braydon’s spear attack on Phineas provoked more than twenty martial artists from the Sattler family, who drew their swords and charged at Braydon.

Westley Hader’s eyes turned cold.

Braydon put away his spear and threw Phineas aside. He said indifferently, “All of you retreat. This has nothing to do with the capital garrison!”

After he finished speaking, Braydon’s dragon gall spear pierced through the Sattler family martial artists’ chests like a ghost.

This was a killing move!

Tonight was the night to kill!

The Northern King had only come to the capital for the matter regarding the Ludwig army. He had given up the opportunity to be granted the title of the Garrison King and the title of the Viceroy of the Capital.

The Ludwig incident should not be settled just like this!

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In the dark night, Braydon could pierce through anything he pointed his spear at!

It was accompanied by a bloody storm.

Braydon looked at Old Man Zito from the corner of his eyes. He used the soul-seeking steps and killed a person in three steps in the dark night. He said softly, “I wonder if the former Ludwig vice commander was also this elegant!”

His words were meant to provoke Old Man Zito.

The Frazer Zito of the past should not be like a cripple.

Braydon wanted to help him regain his former glory, to help him regain the unparalleled grace of the Ludwig vice commander!

Braydon wanted to take this vice commander under his wing!

At this moment, in the dark night.

In just a short moment, no one from the Sattler family stood up.

There were spear holes in their chests, and blood was flowing out.

Braydon looked at the moon in the sky with his deep eyes. The stars shone down, and he said softly, “Those who have plotted against the Ludwig army must die. I’ve said before that the three great entities: powerful families, aristocratic families, and sects should not exist in this world!”

Back then, Braydon had advocated killing all the powerful families in the world.

These families had been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years. They were deeply rooted. Even in the modern era, they still retained the old rules. They were good at scheming and were too calculative!

Every powerful family had their own businesses in the local cities, which they secretly controlled, earning a lot of profits every year.

Sometimes, it could affect the rise and fall of certain industries.

Braydon was in charge of the northern army, so he was very clear about these secrets.

There were many hedonistic sons of powerful families who committed crimes, just like Tyler Zak in the Quill main team. If it were not for Lucian Cross’ incident, Tyler Zak would have continued to do evil. No one would have been able to stop him.

If you wanted to shake these powerful families, you would have to break your head and bleed. You would not be able to shake the doors of these powerful families, let alone pry into the terrifying energy inside the powerful family.

Ordinary people could not afford to offend them!

But King Braydon could afford to offend them!

There were many powerful families and aristocratic families in the world. They occupied various places and were a part of all walks of life.

There was once a saying.

It was said that seventy percent of the martial artists in the world came from aristocratic families!

Seventy percent of the world’s high-level experts came from powerful families.

The older generation who cultivated in seclusion were all in sects!

The influence of the aristocratic families, powerful families, and sects was extremely great.