The Strongest War God

The Togo Empire was peaceful!

It was like a paradise with picturesque scenery.

The people didn’t know and were still singing and dancing.

Sato Asahara was heavily injured, but tonight, he could not sleep well!

According to the latest secret report, the northern army had started a war!

Now, only Togo was spared.

However, Sato Asahara felt a sense of oppression.

After all, there was no sign of King Braydon in the two battlefields.

Where was he now?

Sato Asahara consoled himself. He felt that Braydon’s hidden illness had relapsed, and he did not have long to live. He must be recuperating in Preston and was remotely commanding the war in Ludwig.

But was this possible?

Braydon had personally set up this killing trap. One after another, he had schemed against the powerful families and bewitched the three foreign countries.

He even took the initiative to leak the contents of the hundred-generals meeting.

Their goal was to get Banko to send more elite troops to Togo.

Tonight, Braydon would be able to deal a heavy blow to Banko, forcing their army to retreat for twenty years!

He would pacify the three kingdoms and recover the islands of Ludwig.

Blood revenge must be paid in blood!

The Northern King Braydon had grown up through killing.

He was not afraid of killing!

He had set up this killing trap to make a tiger roar across the world.

Intimidating a hundred countries!

At this moment, on the beach of Torira, which was far away from the Fallen Eagle Ridge, in a small pier.

Braydon, who was wearing a ghost mask, had yet to leave.

Beside him stood the seven-time king, Syrus Yacca, King Tobey Lapras, the eighth-level king Kade Coltman, the little fool Luke Yates, and the governor, Westley Hader.

Apart from the five of them, Bryan Goldman and the others had been transferred to the Fallen Eagle Ridge to help Cole Colbie.

Syrus said softly, “Brother, it’s time to go!”

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon in the sky. He did not respond to anyone.

He was still waiting!

When the battle between the Fallen Eagle Ridge and Sabul Island was over, the battle would be over.

Only then would Braydon attack Togo!

At this moment, Westley’s wristwatch flashed with a faint red light.

Is there an emergency?

Westley’s pupils constricted when he saw the information on his watch.

He turned around and said in a low voice, “Brother, the situation has changed. Old Man Zito is leading his old subordinates from Ludwig and has left the western army’s garrison to attack Togo!”

“What?”

Syrus’s expression changed slightly.

Old Man Zito was leading his men to join the battle. The were seeking death!

Braydon’s eyes turned sharp, and he said coldly, “Reclaim Togo!”

“Yes, sir!”

Westley and the others flashed and disappeared from the small pier like a breeze.

However, outside of Togo.

Old Man Zito and the others had crossed the sea, raising the flag of the Ludwig army.

“It’s been 40 years,” Old Man Zito said hoarsely. “We’ve waited for 40 years for someone to avenge the Ludwig army. However, we should have died 40 years ago. The fact that we are able to live to this day and being able to see the continuation of the golden Qilin, that in itself is enough!

“The young master didn’t let us participate in the battle because of our age…

“I, Frazer Zito, blame myself for being pedantic and incompetent back then!

“If I had a little bit of the young master’s talent, who in the world would dare to touch my Ludwig army?

“How dare those hidden in the dark plot against us!

“Now that the war has begun, the young master will reclaim Ludwig. All of the old troops of the Ludwig army are old, but we will not die from illness. We will do our part for the Togo Empire that the young master is protecting!”

Old Man Zito’s voice reverberated in the sky, filled with vigor and fervor.

Behind him, a thousand old men straightened their backs. They were not wearing military uniforms.

They were wearing shrouds!

Their shrouds and shoes were exceptionally eye-catching.

They were all prepared to die.

With their old bodies, they lit up this long, dark night.

Although the soldiers were old, their courage was still there!

Even after experiencing the tragedy forty years ago, they still wanted to protect the Togo Empire.

They had to bear the reputation of being rebels for forty years!

How laughable!

On the land of Togo.

A man in his fifties appeared. His temples were white, and he was tall and sturdy. He had a square face and was dignified. Behind him were Sato Asahara, and the others.

This person was the God of War of Banko.

His name was Shingo Hattori!

The half-step pinnacle that shook the hundred countries in Travio.

Every country in the world had once evaluated the strength of martial artists and listed them on a list.

Braydon’s name was on this list.

However, the rankings outside the borders were worthless in the eyes of the northern army.

It was still the same sentence.

The strength of the Togo Empire’s martial artists did not need foreigners’ evaluation.

Shingo stood on Togo soil, his deep eyes staring at the thousands of old men who were approaching.

He said, “Old brothers, leave!”

Shingo of the Togo Empire was an old fox.

He would not act rashly!

He knew very well that if he made a move tonight and killed these 1,000 old men in front of him, it would infuriate the elites of the Togo Empire.

The entire country would be filled with anger. If Dragon City was under pressure, it would definitely order the northern army to recover the Togo territory at all costs.

If it was an all-out war, Banko was very rational. They knew that it was unrealistic to rely on their own strength to resist the sharp sword of the northern army!

The northern army suppressed the eight countries in the northern territory.

Its powerful combat strength was definitely much stronger than what the outside world had estimated!

“This is the territorial waters of the Togo Empire.” Old Man Zito said coldly.

“Why should I retreat?”

“With life, comes death!”