The Strongest War God

What a whimsical idea!

Braydon Neal and the captain, Hatcher Murphy, were not the only ones who came today.

There were also eight thousand black-robed guards from the central plains, all of whom were martial artists who were skilled in killing.

With eight thousand elites standing here, where could the seven of them escape to?

Braydon was very calm. He glanced at Twelfth Pig and the others who had charged out of the door. The dragon gall spear in his hand flashed with a dim light.

Following that, the dragon gall spear moved!

The spear shot out like a dragon shooting into the sky, the stars falling on the earth and the moon sinking into the river.

It was Laird Xenos’ spear technique.

Braydon also knew a little about it. He held the dragon gall spear, and a cold light flashed. The spear shot out like a dragon and pierced through Sixth Snake’s chest.

Instantly, a bloody hole appeared!

Sixth Snake’s body froze on the spot. He lowered his head to look at his chest, and blood kept oozing out.

This was a fatal injury!

The spearhead pierced through his heart and his back. It was difficult for even the Gods to save him.

“Sixth Brother!”

When Seventh Horse saw this scene, his red eyes were about to split open. He turned around and pounced toward Braydon. Nine crisp sounds appeared from his palm, accompanied by an invisible dark force. One palm could shatter bones.

“I’m going to kill you!” His eyes were red.

Swoosh!

Captain Hatcher pulled out a three-foot-long blade from his waist.

The sword rose and broke the wind and clouds. It slashed horizontally like a black ribbon and instantly cut Seventh Horse in half from the waist. The two halves of his body fell to the ground and kept twisting.

The cold and ruthless captain was extremely decisive.

“Those who violate the ironclad law of Hansworth will be killed without mercy!”

Hatcher only had this to say.

The twelve bandits had occupied Preston mountains for ten years!

They were walking on a tightrope, not triggering the big shots to come and kill them.

Now that the captain of the central plains main team, Hatcher Murphy, had arrived, he would definitely kill the twelve bandits of Preston mountains.

Twelfth Pig was extremely ferocious. Seeing that he had no hope of escaping, he turned around and slashed at the robe behind Braydon. The blade was about to cut the golden Qilin.

Hatcher’s eyes turned cold, but he was not worried.

This was because the golden Qilin robe was impervious to fire and water!

Ordinary weapons would not leave a mark on it even if they were to slash at it forcefully.

Braydon’s back was facing Twelfth Pig as the robe behind his shoulders fluttered outward. It seemed to have a force that instantly sent his fat body flying more than ten meters away.

When Braydon turned around, his left hand held the dragon gall spear and moved in an instant.

The spear then shot out!

At an extremely fast speed, the dragon gall spear pierced through Twelfth Pig’s chest. The spear tip was nailed to a towering tree, and blood flowed down the trunk.

Lower-rank warlord spear nail!

To Braydon, all of this seemed insignificant.

Braydon had risen from the northern territory, and along the way, he had been accompanied by killing.

King Braydon’s path of martial arts was forged through killing!

The eight-thousand-mile defense line in the north was able to stand because of this path he was on.

The concept of killing as protection!

It was carried out by everyone in the northern army.

Braydon was the commander, and he had never wavered in his belief.

On this night, deep in the Preston mountains, the seven bandits were all killed.

In addition to the two people who died in the Neal family’s manor, Ninth Monkey and Eighth Goat.

Out of the twelve bandits of Preston mountains, nine had fallen.

Where were the remaining three bandits now?

Braydon held the spear in his left hand and placed his right hand behind his back. His thin lips moved slightly. “Investigate and kill the remaining three bandits!”

“Understood!”

Eight thousand black robes spread out, searching the mountain range of Preston mountains for the remaining three bandits.

Hatcher Murphy knew that he could not let any of the twelve bandits of Preston mountains live.

If one of them escaped, it would definitely be a disaster.

“Did you bring the two dogs from home?” Hatcher turned around and asked.

“They’re already here!”

The black-clothed young man beside him led two German shepherds that were half the height of a human into two houses not far away.

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The twelve wooden houses should be the daily residences of the twelve bandits.

Dogs’ sense of smell was about 1200 times that of a human’s!

The central plains main team was not only made up of martial artists. It had nine divisions under its jurisdiction, each with their own duties. There were geomancers who observed the weather, distinguished yin and yang, and knew fengshui.

There were also Daoists who were proficient in yin-yang spells!

There were even old fellows who were proficient in divination.

There was also the Murder Department, which had raised countless dogs of all kinds.

It was said that a group of huskies were brought in last year to be trained as tracking dogs. When they were on a mission, it seemed that they had colluded with the enemy and ran away with others!

Zayn Ziegler was so angry that he ordered the rest of the huskies to be slaughtered and eaten.

The two German shepherds entered the house and sniffed around. Then, they ran out of the house and rushed toward the south. Their running speed was not inferior to that of a warrior level.

Braydon stepped on the leaves and chased after them.

However, his speed seemed to be faster than the dogs’ speed…

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A German shepherd’s speed could exceed 10 meters per second.

As a king, Braydon could reach 70 meters per second.

He was truly faster than a dog!

The eight thousand black-clothed elites were all holding swords in their left hands.

All of them were left-handed. Braydon was to blame.

The military sword technique of the northern army was created by the thousand-year-old genius, Braydon Neal.

However, Braydon was left-handed. When he was fifteen, he created a sword technique that was combined with the overpowering sword technique to create a marquis-level sword technique.

As a result, all the soldiers of the northern army became left-handed after learning it.

Braydon had to take the blame for this.

The many black-clothed elites swept through Preston mountains and rushed toward the hinterland.

On the way, they encountered five grave robbers who were almost scared out of their wits.

No matter who it was, who would not be afraid when encountering nearly ten thousand men in black in the middle of the night in the forest? Moreover, their speed was more than ten meters per second. They were all filled with killing intent.

The young man in the tomb-raiding gang had a miner’s lamp clasped on his head. He watched as the black shadows passed by him without stopping.

Each of the men in black wore a black scarf and held a black sword. Their murderous aura was terrifying.

He was scared silly on the spot and said in a trembling voice, “Lord… Lord Scar, could this be… Ghost soldiers?”

The faces of the few foolish grave robbers turned pale when they heard this.

The man, Lord Scar, was nearly fifty years old, and his hair was slightly white. He said in a trembling voice, “Ghost soldiers are crossing the border. Don’t look directly at them. Kneel down!”

“Alright, alright…”

The small group of five knelt on the ground.

They were all lying on the ground with their faces buried in the soil.

Only after everyone had passed did the five of them raise their heads, their eyes revealing their shock.

However, the young man looked up into the sky. Under the bright white moon, a young man in white clothes with a black gilded Qilin robe and a black spear in his hand crossed the sky on tree branches!

Was this person flying?

This could only be seen in movies!

Unless he was not human?

The faces of the five tomb raiders turned even paler.

As grave robbers, they must believe in ghosts and Gods and had already regarded Braydon Neal as the leader of the ghost soldiers.

Braydon glanced at them from the corner of his eyes. He stepped on a branch with the tip of his spear and jumped 18 meters away. He landed on a big tree and stared at the five grave robbers with a cold gaze.

“Sir, we have no intention of offending you. We have offended you by trespassing here tonight. In the future, we will definitely burn enough paper money to apologize to you!”

The person called Lord Scar knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

With this level of courage, they actually dared to rob a tomb in the middle of the night.

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly and spat out two words, “Get lost!”