The Strongest War God

It was indeed a strange thing!

That was why Hatcher Murphy asked what he had done when he was young.

“According to the secret records, Ernest Lanford killed 9,621 people when he was 22 years old!” the black-robed youth said in a low voice.

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“What?!”

Hatcher was stunned.

Yuzo Quon, this unremarkable old man, was actually so fierce when he was young?

He did not commit a crime in the country but went overseas and slaughtered 9,621 people from the country, Sagaz.

That was much too arrogant of him!

Yuzo felt a little awkward as he stood with his hands behind his back. He raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked at the bright white moon. He then pretended to let out a long sigh, “It’s an old matter. I was young and frivolous. The past is like smoke. I can’t bear to look back!”

Hatcher was speechless. He looked deeply at this pretentious old man. He did not dare to underestimate him.

He was so arrogant when he was young, crossing the border to kill his way into Sagaz and killing nearly ten thousand people.

He was clearly a ruthless person.

Hatcher did not believe that Yuzo was a kind-hearted person.

“According to the secret records, the sword he used at that time was a black-gold saber!” the black-robed guard beside him said in a low voice.

“What?”

Hatcher’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

The Yanagi army had been officially renamed to the northern army when Braydon Neal was seventeen years old and was crowned king at the peak of Mount Bliz!

When Finely Yanagi was in charge of the northern army, it was called the Yanagi army.

Did it not sound like a private army?

To avoid suspicion, Braydon officially changed its name to the northern army.

The name of the northern army had a deeper meaning. The name of the sword was changed from black gold sword to northern cold sword.

“Black gold sword, also known as cold sword!” the black-robed guard hurriedly explained.

“I know, he’s from the north?”

Hatcher had always been cold and heartless, and he rarely lost his composure like this.

The young guard used his watch and continued to look at the files. He shook his head and said, “He’s not from the northern army. He was born in a village in the north…”

“Alright, there’s no need to say anything else. This file is fake!”

Captain Murphy was not a fool.

He could tell that this file was fake!

Falsified files were a common occurrence for the dark division, the five main teams, and the northern army.

For example, the personal files of the hidden agents had to be falsified to make it easier for them to infiltrate the eight countries.

Yuzo Quon, also known as Ernest Lanford, was a twenty-two-year-old ninth-level War God!

What kind of ability did he have?

However, even with such abilities, if one wanted to have such achievements at such a young age, one must have advanced ancient martial arts cultivation methods and supporting resources to nurture them.

Otherwise, no matter how talented you were in ancient martial arts, it would be a waste.

Without a cultivation technique, what would one be cultivating!

Even a clever housewife could not cook without rice!

The principle since the ancient times was that the poor became scholars whereas the rich learned martial arts.

If Yuzo was born in the countryside, to be able to become a ninth-level War God at the age of twenty-two would truly be a miracle.

Of course, he could not rule out the possibility that Yuzo had some fortuitous encounter.

Compared to the possibility that Yuzo had gotten so lucky, Hatcher was more convinced that this secret record was fake.

“Who organized this secret file?” Hatcher asked calmly.

“The former commander, but he’s already dead!” The young imperial guard felt helpless.

Hatcher glared at him. “Don’t be disrespectful to the old commander. Take a look. Why did this old man charge into Sagaz when he was young? Why is he still alive even though he has an A9-grade kill order? There must be some other reason.”

The young guard used his watch to pull out another secret file.

This secret document recorded the reason why Yuzo had slaughtered his way into Sagaz and killed nearly 10,000 people.

“The people Ernest Lanford killed were in a bridal procession!” The young guard said in a daze.

“Interesting!”

Under the big locust tree, Braydon’s lips curled up slightly, and his starry eyes revealed a smile.

His white clothes were as white as snow, and the starlight fell on his body, giving him a somewhat otherworldly aura.

“You are…”

Yuzo’s small eyes swept over the white-robed young man. His gaze landed on the sleeves of Braydon’s white robe, which had a golden thread pattern within.

This pattern was the little golden Qilin!

With the three symbols of the north on the robe, it must be the golden Qilin robe.

...

Only the Northern King could wear it!

“The Northern King?” he asked in horror.

“Your eyes are quite vicious!” Braydon smiled faintly.

Plop.

Yuzo knelt down right away, giving everyone a fright. The surrounding imperial guards all drew their swords and pointed them at him furiously, wondering what this old fool was up to.

In the end, they did not expect him to kneel down.

“What are you doing?” Hatcher frowned.

“I’m scared!”

Yuzo patted his knees and cleaned the dust before standing up.

Braydon’s deep eyes flashed with a bright light as he chuckled. “Continue, why did he kill the bridal procession in Sagaz?”

“Forty years ago, the eldest daughter of the monarch of Sagaz, Francesca Sagaz, was to have her wedding on July 7th. She was supposed to marry Cameron Linar, the current ruler of Namar!”

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When the young guard saw this secret, he was also shocked.

The wife of the current ruler of Namar was not called Francesca Sagaz.

Yuzo was very calm as he stood at the entrance, his face expressionless.

He no longer had that cowardly look on his face!

He stood there quietly, thinking about something.

The black-robed guard continued, “According to the secret records, on the day of the wedding, Francesca Sagaz committed suicide by taking poison in the carriage. The reason is unknown. On the same day, Ernest Lanford killed his way into Sagaz. There were 9,621 people in the bridal escort team, but none of them survived. They were all killed by Ernest Lanford!

“This battle angered Sagaz and Namar and pressured… the northern territory!”

The black-robed guard was stunned.

What kind of method was this?

What relationship did Ernest Lanford have with the northern territory?

“Continue!” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

“Yes, Sir. Later on, the two countries put pressure on Commander Yanagi. Due to the circumstances, the central plains main team issued an A9-grade kill order to Ernest Lanford. However, no one executed it, and no one accepted the order!”

Everything the guard in black said was strange.

Back then, Ernest Lanford, who was now Yuzo Quon, had an A9-grade kill warrant.

In the end, none of the five main teams, including the capital garrison, carried out the order.

This secret document omitted too many things.

There were no fools present. They knew that Yuzo would not go and slaughter the bridal procession in Sagaz for no reason, and even cause a huge disaster.

This person was actually alive and well!

Back then, there must have been a powerful figure protecting him.

Moreover, it had to be a shocking figure. Otherwise, if he had caused such a huge disaster, ordinary people would not have been able to protect him.

Was it not a shocking figure if he could intimidate the five main teams and even the capital garrison?

It was so intimidating that they did not even dare to receive the A9-grade kill order, much less touch Yuzo Quon.

A secret from forty years ago had quietly surfaced.

But this was his private matter.

Hatcher said calmly, “As juniors, we don’t want to ask about your private matters. I only want to ask you one thing. Are you a son of the northern army?!”

His words silenced everyone.

The night wind blew, blowing the fallen leaves.

The eight thousand black-robed elites’ eyes all landed on Yuzo.

This was an important question.

Because Hatcher and the others were from the northern army.

The eight ironclad laws of the north stated that one should not point a sword at one’s comrades.

This was the red line.

If they were comrades, this Quon Temple could not be touched tonight.

Otherwise, if a martial artist obstructed the imperial guards of the central plains, they would be killed without mercy!