The Strongest War God

Even if Dominic Lowe, the Duke, was here, Hector Sattler would definitely die!

Braydon had been conferred the title of king at the age of seventeen and had been secretly investigating the matter of the Ludwig army for three years. The more he investigated, the more despaired he was.

King Braydon sat on the golden dragon chair. His tone was domineering; no one could match it.

Stanley Weasley and the others were silent.

“Nico, bring Hector Sattler here. Alive or dead!” Westley Hader said decisively.

“Wait!”

Dominic Lowe sighed lightly and said, “Whatever it is, he’s from the Sattler family. If the capital garrison personally captured him, not giving Old Hector any face, it would only cause trouble in the future. I’ll go negotiate. I’ll bring him here before dark!”

It was a personal promise.

Braydon stared at him. He was not naive enough to trust Dominic completely.

“Luke, take a northern military sword token. Have Duke Lowe give it to the Sattler family. Consider it a token of the northern army’s appreciation!”

“Haha, I still have twelve tokens with me. Why don’t I give them all to the Sattler family?”

Luke Yates grinned.

As expected of the little fool, his words were very coquettish.

The northern military sword token was not a cabbage!

Most importantly, this token was something that could kill.

It was not a treasure, yet he still wanted to give a few more. He wanted to slaughter the Sattler family!

Dominic’s face darkened. He took a deep look at the little fool, who was causing trouble for him.

In the end, a northern military sword token was presented to Dominic.

He took it, sighed, and left the governor office.

This military sword token represented Braydon Neal of the northern army, as well as the ten great armies of the northern territory.

Those who received the token would have their whole family killed!

This northern military sword token was for Hector Sattler.

If Hector Sattler came with the token to face his death, Braydon Neal would naturally stop.

If Hector Sattler escaped, the Sattler family would be prepared to suffer the wrath of the northern army tonight.

After Dominic left, Braydon took out his phone and made a call.

In the Neal family manor, Ginny Neal was watching a TV series in her brother’s villa. The phone hanging around her neck rang.

“Big Brother, where are you? When are you coming back?” she asked happily.

“Ginny, Big Brother has something on today. I’m afraid I’ll only be back at night. I won’t be able to make it for the parent-teacher meeting!” Braydon said apologetically.

The little girl was a little disappointed, but she quickly smiled sweetly. “It’s okay, Big Brother. You can go ahead with your work. I’m watching a TV series.”

Braydon hung up the phone gently. After some thought, he called Heather Sage and asked her to accompany Ginny to the parent-teacher meeting.

However, Heather’s phone was turned off. It was probably because she was in class.

Braydon sent her a message.

In the main hall of the governor office, Frodo Lance and the other War God level figures left one after another.

King Braydon’s visit to the capital had nothing to do with their capital garrison.

The old governor, Stanley Weasley, smiled bitterly and said, “Northern King, there are too many secrets regarding the Ludwig army incident. Duke Lowe came and promised to confer you the title of Garrison King and Viceroy of the Capital. He wants to push you to the altar!”

If he were to be conferred these two titles tonight, and Braydon would soon be crowned king, attracting the fate of the country on the peak of Mount Tanish, surpassing the level of a conferred king, then Braydon would definitely be pushed to the altar and become the most dazzling star of the younger generation in Hansworth.

To everyone’s surprise, Braydon refused!

The additional titles were to make Braydon give up on investigating the Ludwig army and specifically kill Hector Sattler.

There were two things that Braydon had to choose from tonight.

The first matter was the banquet at 7.30. Duke Lowe and the other officials would be present to witness the coronation ceremony of the Northern King. He would be conferred the title of Garrison King and Viceroy of the Capital!

The second matter was Hector Sattler’s matter which was backed by the Sattler family.

Tonight, there were two things, one choice.

If Braydon took a step back and went to the banquet to accept the titles and receive the supreme glory, he would definitely shine brightly.

If he took a step forward, he would kill Hector Sattler and oppose the Sattler family.

It was obvious that Braydon had chosen the latter. He had publicly announced that he would kill Hector Sattler today. The northern military sword token had already been issued, and there was no way he could take it back.

Braydon sat alone on the golden dragon chair. He was very calm. He ignored the benefits that Duke Lowe had faintly revealed!

What did a Garrison King even mean to him?

Braydon stood in the human world as the commander of the northern army. He had the pride of the northern army.

The 700,000 elite troops from Ludwig could not die without knowing the reason, and they even had to bear the name of a rebel army.

Outside, the people of the capital were in an uproar. The War God of the North had arrived in the capital and had become the topic of discussion among the locals. Most probably, many people had not expected that he would be so young!

Since Braydon was granted the title of king at the age of seventeen, he had always been young and never aged.

A king could live for three hundred years. Braydon Neal was not even twenty years old, so it was normal for him to look like he was seventeen.

Even if Braydon’s cultivation base did not improve in the future, causing his appearance to change and show signs of aging, it would still take a hundred years.

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It was this young and handsome appearance that made countless girls fall in love with him.

Girls with noble temperaments quietly came to the governor office.

Most of them were from aristocratic families and powerful families. They were probably instructed by the elders behind them to come and see King Braydon.

Unfortunately, they did not even enter the main door of the governor office.

Westley Hader had already given the order that the entire governor office was under martial law. Outsiders who trespassed would be killed on the spot.

Everything was done to ensure Braydon’s safety.

With Braydon in trouble in the capital, the northern army would definitely head south. The ten legions would sweep over, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

For both public and private reasons, the Northern King’s arrival in the capital could not be met with any mishaps.

Otherwise, why do you think Duke Lowe would treat Braydon Neal as an equal and not dare to take advantage of his seniority?

It was because this Northern King had great influence!

Braydon sat alone in the hall. He liked to be quiet and patient as he waited for the sun to set.

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As dusk fell, it quietly descended upon the capital.

Dominic Lowe did not send the person he wanted!

Duke Lowe had broken his promise!

Braydon suddenly stood up, the Qilin robe behind his shoulders fluttering. Westley and the others silently accompanied him.

“Dominic Lowe lied to me!” Braydon’s eyes turned cold.

It was Dominic and Braydon’s first meeting today.

However, the impression he left on Braydon was that of a swindler.

“I told you; he can’t be trusted!” Old Man Zito said in a low voice.

“The northern military sword token has been issued. From tonight onward, the Sattler family will be removed!”

Braydon strode out of the capital garrison hall like a tiger.

This sentence resounded throughout the entire governor office.

Outside the door, Frodo Lance and the other War Gods were all shocked. One had to know that the aristocratic families could not be easily touched.

The aristocratic families that could establish themselves in the capital were all the top superpowers in the country.

Touching a powerful family was very likely to involve many important figures.

Stanely’s heart skipped a beat. “Northern King, you need to think twice about this!”

There was no need to think twice!

Because of Dominic’s appearance, Braydon had given the capital one day.

However, the person he wanted was not sent over!

Braydon would personally take action!