The Strongest War God Chapter 343: Anger in the Heart, Refusing to Be Conferred Titles

Chapter 343: Anger in the Heart, Refusing to Be Conferred t.i.tles

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Even if Braydon Neal had expressed his stance, he was still resisting!

He was refusing to be conferred the t.i.tles!

The capital might know the reason, but everyone was an adult, people of high status and power.

They knew that some things could not be done based on their own preferences.

The official rite ceremony on Mount Tanish was of great importance! Braydon refused to nod.

How could Dominic Lowe and the others, who cared about the people of Hansworth, not be anxious!

Because the day of Braydon’s coronation was getting closer and closer!

Take tonight’s incident as an example.

As long as Braydon acknowledged the t.i.tle conferment on Mount Tanish, Dominic would not speak up for the powerful and aristocratic families at all.

On the contrary.

If Braydon accepted the t.i.tle of Garrison King and Viceroy of Hansworth, as long as Braydon said a word, the three armies, nine departments, and twenty-four divisions would all obey.

Everyone respected the Northern King’s order!

Those who did not obey orders must die.

Even if Braydon gave the order to wipe out all the powerful and aristocratic families, Dominic would still do his best to help.

This was the right of those who carried the fate of the country.

Unfortunately, Braydon was now on the helicopter and slowly rising into the air.

Luther Carden sat in the wheelchair while Laird Xenos stood behind him. The Northern King’s cavalry dismounted and held their swords in front of their chests. “Farewell, Commander!”

Dominic had complicated feelings as he watched Braydon leave.

“It’s time for us to return to the northern territory!” Luther smiled.

“You know the Northern King the best. Why is he refusing to accept the t.i.tles?”

Duke Lowe turned around and bowed deeply.

He was asking for advice, putting down his status.

Luther was not an arrogant person. He sat in the wheelchair and greeted Dominic with both hands. He said softly, “The reason why my brother refuses to be conferred the t.i.tles may be in Preston. That’s all I have to say.”

“Is it still because of that girl? Thank you! ”

Dominic sighed softly. The girl he was talking about must be Heather Sage.

Braydon’s fiancée!

Although the bride had already broken off the engagement, her relations.h.i.+p with Braydon could not be hidden from the capital.

Before Luther left, she said with a frown, “I have to remind Duke Lowe that no one understands our big brother better than us. Don’t have any thoughts about that girl. Otherwise, the capital won’t be able to bear the consequences.”

“You’re worrying too much. The capital will take care of the Northern King’s family, so why would they touch her?” Dominic hurriedly shook his head.

He had never thought about such a thing.

Yuri Qualls and the others disappeared into the night and led their troops back to the northern territory. They also took the 100,000 hidden agents with them.

Dominic stood at the southern gate of the capital for a long time.

Just as he turned around, someone came forward. “Duke Lowe, the ruler wants to see you right now!”

Dominic also disappeared into the night.

The powerful and aristocratic families would definitely not stop just because of what happened tonight. They would definitely join forces to target Braydon.

Unfortunately, they could not shake the king of the north!

In Preston, at the Neal family manor.

When Braydon returned to the villa, it was already late at night.

Heather was also there. She was wearing an ap.r.o.n and was busy in the kitchen.

Ginny Neal was hungry, so Heather was cooking some porridge. Braydon and the others had just returned to the living room.

“Ah!” Heather exclaimed.

“How’s Joseph?” Braydon asked.

Heather said worriedly, “You still have time to worry about Joseph? Look at you. Why are you covered in blood?!”

There was a hole in Braydon’s clothes. The knife wound on his abdomen had already healed, but there were still traces of blood on his clothes.

Old Man Zito was also drenched in blood.

Braydon smiled softly. “I’m fine. You cooked porridge. Let me try it.”

“Alright, wait here. Don’t move!”

Heather turned around and did a littler run. Instead of going to the kitchen to get some rice, she ran back to the bedroom and took out a small medicine box. She urged him, “Pull up your clothes and let me see!”

“Don’t pretend to know what to do. Do you know how to bandage a wound?” Braydon teased her.

Heather was so angry that her nose almost went crooked. She was kind enough to care about this guy, but in the end, he actually looked down on her.

Braydon lifted his s.h.i.+rt and revealed his lower abdomen. There was no trace of the wound.

It was as smooth as before!

Heather reached out her cold hand and stroked his lower abdomen with her fingers. Her eyes were filled with curiosity.

She was not stupid. Braydon’s clothes were clearly cut by a sharp weapon. There was blood on his body, so why was there no wound on his body?

Old Man Zito was lying on the sofa, puffing and puffing. He was breathing in more than he was breathing out.

He was just relaxing there!

Sammy Dudley came back from outside. When he saw this scene, he said in shock, “Commander, what’s going on?”

“I’m fine. What did you go out?”

Braydon left Sammy behind to guard the manor and prevent any martial artists from infiltrating.

Sammy quickly said, “Sebastian Wood encountered a troublesome matter. The Preston main team asked for help, so I went over to help.”

Braydon did not care.

Even if something happened in Preston city, Sammy, a marquis, would be able to resolve it.

Heather cooked the porridge and staved at the Neal family to help Xana

Thomas take care of Joseph Thomas.

Xana returned to the Thomas family and lied to her family. Her brother, Joseph, was working in the Preston main team and was going to be busy for a few days.

She did not mention anything about Joseph’s injuries.

She planned to wait until he had recovered so that Mrs. Thomas would not worry.

With Braydon, a renowned national doctor, Joseph’s injuries would not be a problem.

As for Old Man Zito’s injuries, although they were a little serious, they were not life-threatening. He would be fine after a few months of rest.

Braydon drank a bowl of porridge and changed his clothes. He went to the roof of the bright hall and circulated the Art of the G.o.d of War to condense purple Qi to strengthen his muscles and bones and increase his strength. For normal kings, their basic strength was 500 pounds!

This was the standard.

The basic strength of a single arm was 500 pounds, which did not seem strong.

However, what if he superimposed nine layers of light force?

That was 4500 pounds!

Then, he stacked nine layers of dark force!

Up to 9000 pounds!

With a punch of four and a half tons of force, even a cow could be killed on the spot.

Ordinary people would definitely die if they were to come into contact with this terrifying power.

What was even more fatal was that ancient martial art pract.i.tioners had mastered the power of dark force. It was a soft and penetrating force that could penetrate your body and injure your internal organs.

Coupled with the explosive power of the light force, could your delicate internal organs withstand an explosive force of 9000 pounds? You would probably be crushed into minced meat in an instant.

The symbol of a king was to release force!

The limits of the three lower-ranked kings were 10 meters, 20 meters, and 30 meters!

The limits of the three intermediate-ranked kings were 40 meters, 50 meters, and 60 meters!

The limits of the three upper-ranked kings were 70 meters, 80 meters, and 90 meters!

The difference was quite obvious.

The distance of the force released determined one’s strength.

For example, a ninth-level king like Braydon, under normal circ.u.mstances, if you were within a ninety-meter radius of him, your life and death would be in his hands.

If he wanted to kill you, he could release his force. It was invisible and colorless, and I could take your life in an instant!

This was an ancient martial arts pract.i.tioner!

They were different from ordinary people and possessed unconventional martial strength.

Currently, all the countries in the world had been forced by the northern army to establish their own martial artist armies.

Because there was no other way. Once a martial artist army was formed, their strength was really abnormal.

People who could move at a speed of tens of meters per second were the nightmare of ordinary people..