The Strongest War God

220 I Must Kill This Person!

Dominic Longbottom, who was titled Duke, had actually come!

Luke Yates actually cowered when he saw him.

Usually, the little fool relied on Braydon Neal to do all kinds of evil. He was a chaotic demon king, and there were few people he was afraid of.

This was an important figure!

The word, Duke, only had one meaning, and that was the head of all officials!

“What brings you here today, Duke Longbottom?” Stanley Weasley turned around and bowed.

“The Northern King has come to the capital. Of course, I have to meet him!”

Dominic Longbottom stood with his hands behind his back and walked into the main hall of the governor office. Everyone lowered their heads.

He was a ninth-level king, his strength was unfathomable.

“Duke Longbottom!” Braydon Neal chuckled.

“Northern King!”

Dominic cupped his hands and bowed. It was actually a greeting of equals.

This small courtesy caused the eyes of everyone in the capital garrison to reveal shock.

Those in the capital garrison held positions in the capital and acted all high and mighty. They felt that no matter how noble the Northern King was, he was only a martial artist from a remote and cold place. He had to be obedient in the capital, like a dragon coiled up or a tiger lying down.

After all, there was no shortage of important figures in the capital.

Just by strolling around the streets, one could meet big shots of all levels.

But ever since the white-robed youth had arrived, the attitudes of the various important figures had caused the members of the capital garrison to be secretly alarmed.

Duke Longbottom was also a peerless figure when he was young!

In the entire capital, no one dared to disrespect Dominic Longbottom.

More importantly, Duke Longbottom was the head of the officials. If he secretly said something disobedient, his power would reach the heavens. Stanley Weasley and the other old governors could not compare to him.

For such a great figure to bow in front of Braydon, it portrayed equal standing.

This Northern King was not as simple as everyone thought.

“Duke Longbottom, please take your seat!” Braydon chuckled.

“I wouldn’t dare. Northern King, please sit!”

Dominic stepped forward and gestured for him to sit down.

Braydon smiled faintly. “There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the capital. Everyone is born to be proud. I’m a country bumpkin from the bitter cold of the northern territory. Today, if I dare to sit on the governor’s dragon chair. I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk out of the capital alive!”

His indifferent words silenced everyone.

Many of the capital garrison members in the hall had pale faces and cold sweat on their temples. They all felt a stifling atmosphere quietly spread.

The Northern King had come to the capital for the first time but was unable to leave the capital alive?

If these words spread out of the hall, within ten minutes, it would be known by the northern army.

Don’t forget, the northern army’s 100,000 hidden agents were not to be trifled with.

Once the northern army learned of this, no one knew how they would react.

However, no one expected Dominic to reply like this, “In the capital, I’ll protect you. No one can hurt you in the slightest!”

Duke Longbottom’s words carried a lot of weight, so there was no need to say more!

Stanley was shocked. He was already wondering what this old fox was doing in the governor office.

In the end, he came to express his stance!

Dominic’s words would probably spread throughout the capital before long.

All the families had to stop.

Otherwise, Dominic’s anger could wipe out a family in half a day!

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back. “I belong to the northern army. I don’t accept the kindness of outsiders. I appreciate your kindness, Duke Longbottom!”

“We’re all family. There’s no need to be so formal!”

Dominic had other intentions for publicly expressing his stance.

Otherwise, would King Braydon need his protection?

From the age of eleven, Braydon had to face the threat of the eight foreign countries. He had grown up in an extremely dangerous and high-pressure environment. His wisdom, skills, and strength had turned the entire capital upside down. No one in the younger generation could compare to him.

If someone dared to provoke Braydon, they would be courting death.

Dominic knew that with King Braydon’s strength, he was not afraid of any danger.

What he was afraid of was that Braydon would start a killing spree in the capital.

People from the northern territory were all ruthless.

Dominic was very clear about this.

Stanley changed the topic and asked with a smile, “Duke Longbottom just said that the Northern King should be conferred the title of Garrison King. Are you preparing to do so?”

“That’s right, we shall confer him the title tonight!” Dominic admitted it personally.

After Braydon had arrived, the capital was ready.

The Northern King was conferred the title of Garrison King!

He was conferred the title of Viceroy of the Capital!

The purpose of giving Braydon two titles in succession was in hopes that Braydon would wear the cloud treading Qilin robe.

This was the meaning behind Dominic’s intention.

The entire place was silent.

He was constantly adding titles. He was trying to push Braydon to the altar.

If it was not the modern times right now, Braydon Neal would definitely be conferred the title of a God!

Dominic’s lips moved slightly, and his voice was soft. “The Northern King’s twentieth birthday is the coming-of-age ceremony of a martial artist. The location of this coronation will be set at Mount Tanish, which will be held at the same time as the official rite ceremony. The three titles ‘Northern King’, ‘Garrison King’ and ‘Viceroy of the Capital’ will be conferred upon Braydon Neal. It will attract the blessing of the country and help the Northern King surpass the level of a king!”

This top-secret information was shared with the few people present.

There were no outsiders standing on the stage.

Stanley was an old governor. If he was a foreign enemy hiding in the shadows, the entire governor office would have exploded long ago.

As for Westley Hader, he would kill his way through the various countries outside the borders so that the news would not reach the outside world.

Nico Yates and Tristan Yandell were the Five Heavenly Kings of the northern army back then, and the little fool Luke Yates was not an outsider.

When Dominic finished speaking, Westley’s eyes gleamed as he turned around and raised his left hand. He said coldly, “All of you, retreat!”

“Understood!”

The War Gods guarding the capital, like Frodo Lance and the others, all tactfully retreated.

The important figures present were discussing something that was not suitable for them to listen to.

“There’s no need to avoid suspicion. I’m only here for one thing!” Braydon chuckled.

“I know. I’ll give you an explanation for this in the future!”

Dominic looked at Old Man Zito, who was at the back of the crowd, and sighed softly. “Frazer, are you still unwilling to come out and see me?”

“I have nothing to say to you!”

Old Man Zito turned around and was about to leave.

“Stop!” Braydon’s eyes turned cold.

“I don’t trust him!” Old Man Zito’s voice was hoarse.

There was a brief silence.

Dominic sighed and was about to speak.

Braydon turned around and sat down on the golden dragon chair. The moment he sat down, a supreme aura spread out.

The Northern King’s aura filled the entire hall.

Frodo and the other War Gods of the capital garrison found it difficult to breathe. They could not help but lower their heads, secretly shocked.

Was this the demeanor of the Northern King who sat alone on the peak of the mountain and commanded the northern army?

Everyone’s eyes changed, and they were filled with respect!

The young man in white had his own style!

Braydon sat on the golden dragon chair and untied the Northern King sword at his waist. Dominic’s eyelids twitched slightly. He knew how powerful this sword was.

Under everyone’s gaze.

“You don’t believe him, but do you believe me?” Braydon asked indifferently.

“Do you believe this cloud treading Qilin?”

The pattern on Braydon’s clothes was this cloud treading Qilin.

The picture and the person were one!

Old Man Zito had never thought that this young man, Braydon Neal, would not hesitate to go this far today for the sake of the survivors of Ludwig. He did not give Dominic any face.

“Yes!” He nodded heavily.

“I’m here today for the Ludwig army,” Braydon said indifferently. “I want to kill someone in the capital this time. His name is Hector Sattler. I don’t care who he is. It doesn’t matter if there is a powerful family, aristocratic family, or sect behind him!

“I, Braydon Neal, will definitely kill this person today!”

In the hall, a white-robed youth sat at the head of the table.

A majestic voice!

It resounded throughout the entire governor office.