The Strongest War God Chapter 148 Not For My Own Use, Kill Without Mercy

148 Not For My Own Use, Kill Without Mercy

Braydon Neal was not a saint!

It was better to leave the stupid act of returning good for evil to those idiots.

King Braydon adhered to the idea of killing as protection. He believed in the sword in his hand being able to kill all the enemies in the world!

Searle Lambert knelt on the ground. He had no intention of resisting this legendary Northern King.

No resisting, admitting to your crimes, and bearing all the consequences alone!

If he did not plead guilty and instead resisted King Braydon, he would be sentenced to death and his whole family would be exterminated!

Braydon said softly, “When I was seven years old, it was my birthday that rainy night. I vaguely remember your arrival. Everyone in the Neal family was afraid of you and revered you like a G.o.d. You were the leader of the dark division in Quill. You appeared in Preston like a world-shaking big shot!

His soft voice fell.

Searle Lambert knelt on the ground like a weak piece of trash.

At this moment, the scene was extremely silent.

No one dared to speak.

Searle raised his head and said in a hoa.r.s.e voice, “I am willing to die to atone for my mistake back then. Northern King, please spare my family. They are innocent!”

“You’re not qualified to raise any conditions!”

Tristan Yandell looked over coldly.

Braydon said softly, “Stand up and pick up your weapon. It’s a disgrace to the dark division to be killed!”

“The leaders of the Quill dark division are getting worse and worse. It’s time to disband the division!”

Tristan’s words made Connor Lambert look at him in disbelief.

What did the silver flying fish mean?

It could not be more obvious!

This was an important figure among the three great governors.

If he said he wanted to disband the dark division of Quill, he would definitely be able to do it.

Searle stood up slowly and took out a long blade that had been sealed in dust.

When he held the sword, he released a powerful force.

The aura that belonged to a War G.o.d!

Boom!

He turned around, broke the door and windows, and threw Connor out. He shouted with his red eyes, “Connor, run. Don’t ever come back. Don’t even think about taking revenge when you’re out of the country. It was my fault back then. Having lived ten years is more than enough!”

The roar fell.

Tristan wanted to pull out his sword and give chase.

“A cold sword should not be stained with the blood of the innocent. I said that I would kill three people when I returned to the capital. He isn’t one of the three!” Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.

Tristan understood that Connor was innocent.

After all, Searle Lambert was the main culprit thirteen years ago. Connor Lambert was completely innocent.

“Thank you, Northern King!” Searle knelt down and cupped his fists. “I, Searle Lambert, the former leader of Quill’s dark division, thank you for your kindness!”

“Draw your blade!”

As a conferred king, Braydon did not bully him. He let Searle make the first move.

Searle knew that he would die today. He was already at ease hearing Braydon say that he would not kill his son.

He had no more regrets in this battle.

He took a step forward, and the pressure of a War G.o.d filled the air. A breeze blew in the courtyard. He held a long sword and slashed at Braydon.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back. His deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, quietly looking at the sword that was in front of him in an instant.

Tristan’s hands were covered in cold sweat. He held the hilt of his sword tightly, ready to attack at any moment.

However, at this moment, just as Searle’s blade was about three centimeters away from Braydon’s cheek…

The Northern King finally moved!

Braydon placed his right hand behind his back and his left hand on the handle of the Northern King sword at his waist.

Whoos.h.!.+

The world-shocking Northern King sword was unsheathed.

The battle sword was unsheathed like a graceful swan. A black light swept across the sky like a waterfall.

In a flash, the shocking killing intent was retracted, and it was completely graceful.

The Northern King sword returned to its sheath.

Braydon turned around and left. The golden Qilin cape on his shoulders fluttered. He was seven feet tall, and he walked steadily out of the courtyard.

On the other hand, the long sword in Searle’s hand was swept by the black light and was broken at the root. His entire body was split into two from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He died under the Northern King’s sword.

The smell of blood was pungent!

Searle Lambert was killed in one strike.

This War G.o.d of the lower three levels had fallen in the Small Zito village.

Ten years ago, Searle was already a level-nine warlord. So many years had pa.s.sed since then, so there was nothing surprising about him advancing to the War-G.o.d level.

Braydon’s terrifying strength could be seen. The War G.o.d, a well-known big shot, had been killed by him with one strike.

The Northern King’s combat strength was unimaginable to outsiders!

Tristan did not feel sorry for Searle Lambert’s death. Instead, his eyes were cold. All the enemies of the Northern King had to be pointed at by the swords of the people of the northern territory.

There was no regret, only killing without mercy!

However, after Searle’s death, a sheepskin scroll on his body rolled to Tristan’s feet.

“Huh?” Tristan opened it, and shock appeared in his eyes.

This sheepskin scroll contained a part of a map, and it clearly marked the location of the spiritual stone mine.

However, the map was incomplete, and the exact location was not marked.

Tristan quickly gave chase and said softly, “Searle Lambert was also looking for a spiritual stone mine.”

“We’re not the only ones who know that there’s a spiritual stone mine in the Preston mountains. He’s lived here for ten years, so it’s no surprise that he knows about it.”

Braydon took a look at the sheepskin scroll. It was one-tenth of a complete map, and he wanted to use it to find the spiritual stone mine.

It was undoubtedly a fantasy.

Braydon would not look for it himself. He left it to Tristan and let him do as he pleased.

Old Man Zito wanted to slip away, but Tristan put a blade to his neck and said, “Old man, now that we’re done settling the score with Searle Lambert, shouldn’t we talk about you?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything to you. It’s noon. I want to go home and eat noodles!” Old Man Zito said innocently.

Tristan gritted his teeth in hatred. He really wanted to kill this old thing with one strike.

Braydon turned around. “There are hidden forces in the north all over the world. They are controlled by my teacher and are kept a secret. When I was young, my teacher suddenly disappeared, and all the hidden forces lost contact with the north. Later, some of them were restored, but some of them were lost forever!”

“This old b.a.s.t.a.r.d is a hidden force?”

Tristan’s face was filled with disbelief. There was no one as shameless as him in the northern region.

Braydon continued, “The older generation of hidden forces would not show up without military orders. Although I’ve been in charge of the northern territory for many years and am the military commander of the north, the previous generation of hidden forces only listened to my teacher. It’s not strange that they don’t acknowledge the Northern King’s order.”

“Commander, is our speculation wrong?” Tristan still did not believe it.

Old Man Zito’s face was innocent, and his simple and honest appearance made people really believe that he was an honest man.

Braydon smiled. Only Old Man Zito knew whether he was telling the truth or not.

A portion of the hidden forces in the north was dead!

Without a military order, it was possible that they would not expose themselves until they died of old age.

What really surprised Braydon was that if Old Man Zito was a hidden force, why was he placed in Small Zito village?

What was his purpose?

But there was no need to ask about this.

Old Man Zito did not even admit his ident.i.ty as a hidden force.

For him to reveal his purpose here?

Dream on!

People from the northern region were all tough.

Sometimes, even Braydon had a headache. The soldiers under him were tough and had strong tempers. Although they were determined, each of them was as stubborn as a donkey.

Tristan’s eyes were not kind. “Old man, tell me the truth. Are you a hidden force of the north? If you are, then admit it. d.a.m.n it, the military commander is here. Why are you still hiding? What are you trying to prove?”

Old Man Zito was so angry with Tristan that he kept swearing.

The little monkey’s temper had always been bad.

“I’m really hungry. I want to go back and eat noodles!” Old Man Zito said innocently.

Braydon flicked his fingers and smiled. The veins on his forehead throbbed faintly. He was obviously angered by the old fox. If he was really a hidden force of the north, he would be even more infuriated!

Was there anything that made Braydon angrier that his own family not acknowledging their own commander?

Old Man Zito squatted there obediently.

Braydon chuckled. “He’s a War G.o.d, and I don’t know where he came from. I won’t use him for myself. I’ll kill him directly!”

“F*ck!” Old Man Zito’s face turned green with fear, and his soul almost flew out of his body!