The Strongest War God

Luther Carden did everything calmly.

Logan Hall stepped forward and said, “I’ll take the corpse out.”

“There’s no need to hurry. The two guests have been watching the show for so long. Aren’t you going to come out and meet the owner of the manor?”

Luther looked at a tree in the northwest corner.

There were two marquises hiding there.

Don’t forget, Luther said that ten outsiders were in the vicinity.

Currently, there were only eight people who had shown themselves.

There was obviously another group of people.

Now it seemed like it was these two marquises.

These two middle-aged martial artists who were close to fifty years old witnessed Luther’s terror with their own eyes. They hid in the dark and didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

They did not think that they would still be discovered.

A male martial artist in the suit shouted in a low voice, “Second Brother, run!”

“Big Brother, let’s fight it out!”

A short and stout man gritted his teeth, ready to go all out.

The man in the suit shouted angrily, ‘We can’t win! He’s the second most powerful man in the northern army, King Carden!”

“What?”

The pudgy man’s pupils constricted.

He was not stupid and immediately knew Luther’s identity.

Luther of the northern army was ranked first among the Five Heavenly Kings.

He usually lived in seclusion in the northern desert.

There was very little news about him in the outside world. All relevant information had been wiped clean by Luther’s hidden agents.

Therefore, the outside world had a rather mysterious impression of him.

Luther shook his head. “You came uninvited and want to leave without saying goodbye. How can the two of you be so rude?!”

When the man in the suit heard this, he almost peed his pants on the spot.

Is this the time to be polite?

If he were to stay any longer, he would have to leave his life here.

Was etiquette more important, or was life more important?

Even his butt knew that the latter was more important.

The key point was that the current situation was not something that the two of them could escape from just because they wanted to.

Braydon had already given the order to kill.

He had given the order to cleanse Preston.

No matter what force it was, anyone who infiltrated Preston would be killed.

This was because the goal of these people was to get the contents of the hundred-generals meeting.

The content of the meeting was absolutely top secret.

The country’s top secret.

Those with ulterior motives who dared to secretly obtain such information would naturally be killed without exception!

Luther attacked. The sword light was traceless and instantly arrived in front of the two of them.

The man in the suit was pale. He thought that he would die for sure.

But the sword light actually dissipated when it reached him!

This made him extremely ecstatic, thinking that even the heavens were helping him.

Instantly, this fellow ran extremely fast.

At this moment.

A three-foot-long sword was shining with a cold light.

Whoosh!

When the sword arrived, the person disappeared!

The sword pierced through the heart, and the man in the suit felt as if he had been hit hard. He lowered his head to look at his chest. There was a round bloody hole that was spewing out blood.

His body fell to the ground.

Braydon placed his right hand behind his back and raised his left hand. With a slight movement of his fingers, the sword killed the last short and stocky martial artist on the spot.

After doing all of this, Braydon still looked calm.

Luther smiled bitterly. “My control over the Mount Sino Sword Talisman isn’t even 30% of your power.”

“There’s no hurry. With your talent, it’s not difficult for you to master the Mount Sino Sword Talisman!”

Braydon asked Luther to continue drawing talismans.

This time, Braydon held Luther’s hand and taught him the Mount Sino Sword Talisman.

This scene brought Braydon and Luther back to their youth.

Outside the Neal family manor.

Today, the entire capital city was filled with a murderous aura.

Luther had set up 100,000 hidden agents in Preston. The streets of Preston were filled with killing intent.

This killing trap was set up specifically for the three great entities!

As for those who had infiltrated from outside the borders, none of them could survive.

At the entrance of a magnificent hotel in Preston.

The name of the hotel was Golden Goblet.

The boss was Ariana.

All the locals in Preston were familiar with this place.

At the door, a young man walked in. His steps were like a tiger’s. His long hair danced behind his head. His temples were as white as snow, and his temperament was elegant!

The Great Demon King Luke Yates had arrived!

The receptionist in a red dress called out sweetly, “Welcome, sir!”

“Give me a list of the foreign guests who will be staying here in the next two

Luke came in and made a request.

“Huh?” The receptionist was stunned.

“Sir, customer information is our hotel’s trade secret. Outsiders have no right to access it!”

The lobby manager jogged over to explain.

Luke glanced over. A cold light accompanied by killing intent flashed in his eyes.

In front of those brothers from the northern army, he was a little fool.

But in the outside world.

He was still the commander of Eastern Hansworth, Luke Yates.

The Northern King’s holy left-wing guard.

He had once stood in the northern territory and killed more than 10,000 enemies with his twin swords. He had made outstanding contributions and was ranked among the 100 generals of the Military Department. His status was far beyond that of ordinary people.

The little fool was a figure with real power.

The martial artists of the six provinces of Eastern Hansworth were all under the jurisdiction of the little fool.

Now that he had personally come to the Golden Goblet, he had naturally obtained accurate information from the northern army’s hidden agents. There were many foreign martial artists in the Golden Goblet.

Without exception, they had all sneaked in.

The purpose of Luke’s visit was to eliminate them!

Not a single one was to be left alive, all of them were to be killed.

In the lobby of the hotel, a silent young man quietly walked over. Amidst the crowd, he was very inconspicuous. He passed by Luke and gave him a name list.

A death list!

There were a total of 71 names on the list.

They were all names of foreigners.

After Luke received the name list, he frowned and said, “There are too many people. If one of them is alerted, the others will be scared away. You guys, block the door.”

There was no doubt that the silent youth was a hidden agent.

Luther had brought 100,000 hidden agents and set up this killing trap.

There were hidden agents in every corner of Preston.

When Luke and the others did things, they naturally had the help of the hidden agents.

Luke’s words did not get anyone’s response.

The young man who was a cleaner at the Golden Goblet naturally went to the door to clean.

A fashionable young man who was waiting for his friend in the lobby came to the hotel’s fire escape stairs.

There was no doubt that these people were from the northern army’s hidden agents!

On the second floor of the hotel.

Room 202!

Bang!

The door was forcefully opened. It was a suite with three rooms and a living room.

There was a total of nine people in the living room. They were huddled together, facing a map of Preston, and discussing intensely.

In the end, the door was kicked open.

Instantly, everyone was shocked.

A short and skinny man with a mustache said angrily, “Bastard, who are you?”

“Banko scumbag!”

Luke smiled faintly and said, “I am Luke Yates, the holy left-wing guard under the command of the Northern King. I am here to kill you. I do not like to hear last words. So, you will die now!”

“What?”

Among the nine people, there was no lack of people who could understand English. Their faces were pale.

The holy left-wing guard under Braydon Neal’s command.

It was impossible the martial artists from Banko who had infiltrated Preston not know him.

At this moment, they finally understood.

From the moment they stepped into Preston, they had been targeted by the northern army.

The northern army’s ironclad law was that any martial artist who crossed the border without permission would be killed without mercy!