The Strongest War God

Four words in one sentence.

Shocking!

It was just a short sentence, but there were countless people in the world who could not accept it.

In order to survive, some people who were about to die spent a lot of money every day to prolong their lives.

There were many people who would betray their relatives and friends in order to survive.

But now, with Old Man Zito’s words, Shingo Hattori shut his mouth.

In the next moment.

Old Man Zito drew his sword.

The sword whistled like a dragon’s roar as it charged toward Togo.

Ernest Lanford and the other elders moved.

They were all martial artists!

They had concealed their identity for forty years, but their martial arts skills had not fallen behind.

Everyone was wearing a shroud and holding a black cold sword as they brazenly charged into the Togo Empire.

The formidable strength of martial artists erupted.

In an instant, some casualties were inflicted on the Togo garrison.

When martial artists fought, they would either die or be injured.

However, on Togo, there was a huge army.

Could Old Man Zito and the others kill them all?

Killing over a thousand people in the blink of an eye was nothing to the Togo garrison!

Insignificant casualties would not decide anything in tonight’s battle.

There were more than a thousand old men in Ludwig’s old army. There were many warlord-level martial artists and quite a few War-God-level martial artists.

There was also a portion of marquises!

And a king!

Tonight, they were shining brightly. “Kill them all!” Shingo said indifferently.

“Kill them!”

With the order from Shingo, the garrison on the island that did not lack powerful martial artists charged forward.

Blood splattered into the night.

The garrison of Togo fell one batch after another, but the next batch surged in like an endless tide.

There were old people lying in pools of blood. They seemed to have a smile on their faces as they slowly closed their eyes.

They had lived for forty years, bearing the name of rebels, but they were unable to wash it off.

That sense of powerlessness.

They felt sorry for their dead comrades.

Now, dying in battle in the Togo Empire was the home they desired.

There were loyal bones buried everywhere in Togo. They were brave soldiers through and through.

This was the true reflection of this group of old people.

Old Man Zito had gone crazy killing on this night, fighting head on against the God of War of Banko, Shingo Hattori.

Ernest’s eyes were red from killing. His body was bathed in blood as he slaughtered the Togo garrison.

One could imagine a king slaughtering a group of people.

It was almost unstoppable!

Such destructive power triggered a hidden elite in Togo.

Accompanied by a sharp black light, he was extremely fast and arrived in the dark night in a flash.

Swoosh!

The black spear pierced through Ernest’s back and pierced his heart.

It was definitely fatal!

The person who attacked was a silver-haired old man covered in a black robe.

He was a half-step pinnacle.

Not only did he sneak an attack, but he also killed people behind their backs.

How could Ernest dodge?

Old Man Zito turned around and shouted, “Cesar!”

“Cough, I…”

Ernest opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking.

The silver-haired old man in the black robe pulled out his 18 -foot-long spear and stabbed in front of him, landing on Ernest’s Adam’s apple.

His throat was torn through, and his neck was !

Killed on the spot!

Old Man Zito was filled with hatred. He gave up on Shingo and charged toward the silver-haired old man, his body filled with killing intent.

Shingo’s expression suddenly changed as he cursed, “Bastard, why did you kill him?!”

“Why can’t I kill him?”

The silver-haired old man held his spear and fought with the crazy Old Man Zito.

The two of them fought, and both wanted the other’s life.

“Ernest Lanford, formerly known as Cesar Lichtman,” Shingo said in a hoarse voice. “He is the deputy regimental commander of the second legion of the northern army. Ever since King Braydon took over the northern army, there has never been a precedent of a deputy regimental commander or regimental commander who has fallen in the northern army!”

This was the reason why Shingo and Old Man Zito had yet to use any killer

moves.

All the elders present could be killed.

Only these two could not be touched!

In the entire world, no one had ever killed a northern army regimental commander.

But tonight, Banko was the first to do that.

It meant that the situation had escalated.

What happened tonight was not just about recovering Ludwig!

Instead, they were going to kill their way through Banko!

The battle continued.

From the defense line of Ludwig, a white-robed young man wearing a ghost mask crossed the sea and appeared like a bright moon in the world. “Banko’s God of War, Shingo Hattori?”

Braydon, who wore a ghost mask and was dressed in clean clothes, spoke softly.

The battle in Togo gradually stopped because of the arrival of Braydon and the others.

There were less than a hundred of them.

The rest of them had fallen in a pool of blood forever.

Shingo was a little bewildered. He stared at the ghost mask and nodded slowly. “That’s me!”

“Kill him!”

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

Tobey Lapras took a step forward. His scholarly air was swept away and replaced by a murderous intent.

He slowly took out a sword.

The sword was three feet long, as black as ink and as cold as frost.

This sword was called Tobey!

Tobey’s thin lips moved slightly. “These old men… did they die in your hands?”

“I’m the mighty God of War of Banko. Why would I bully the weak and old? I am not stained with a single person’s blood.”

Shingo was furious, thinking that Tobey had underestimated him.

“Then, I’ll give you a quick death!” Tobey said softly.”

Swoosh!

In a flash, a holy white light appeared.

Tobey, this ruthless man, had learned a king-conferring technique!

No one knew when he learned it.

However, only after activating one of the eight techniques would a holy white light appear, and his combat strength would increase exponentially.

No one knew which technique Tobey had learned.

However, his left hand was extremely domineering.

Shingo was horrified. He felt a fatal killing intent. In the blink of an eye, he released his strength. It was like a wave that was higher than the previous one. It gathered in his hands and attacked Tobey.

He was the dignified God of War of Banko and a half-step pinnacle.

In essence, he was a ninth-level king who had touched the pinnacle of martial arts!

He had a high position in Banko.

In terms of status alone, Shingo was like Dominic Lowe of Dragon City in Hansworth. His prestige and strength were extremely high.

But now.

Tobey held the sword in his left hand, and the blade was faster than a swan. The force was released through the sword, containing his killing intent and turning into sword Qi.

Swoosh!

The sharp blade energy streaked across the sky and broke through the force released by Shingo.

Wherever the long sword went, it was invincible!

The blade energy swept past the top of Shingo’s head and slashed sideways.

Tobey sheathed his sword, his expression calm.

Shingo’s pupils constricted. He stood rooted to the spot and was stunned for a long time. It was not until a trace of blood appeared between his eyebrows that his consciousness fell into darkness.

Sato Asahara, who was below, said in horror, “Lord Hattori!”

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tobey killed the God of War of Banko with a single strike.

His attacks were ruthless and extremely cold!

The entire place was silent..