The Strongest War God

217 The Real Cloud Treading Qilin

The voices of seventy thousand people resounded throughout the capital.

At this moment, all thirty million people in the capital were shocked.

They finally understood why the main street was closed today and covered with red carpets. It was because the War God of the northern territory of Hansworth had returned!

The War God of the North, King Braydon Neal.

It was him!

At that moment, the entire capital was out of control.

That’s right, the capital was out of control.

Tens of thousands of people rushed into the empty alleys, ignoring the ban and leaving their homes.

They were going to the streets to welcome the youngest War God of the northern territory in the history of Hansworth.

They wanted to welcome the return of the strongest army in Hansworth, the northern army!

In the modern society where the media was developed, almost every household knew about the legend of the northern army. There was an army in the northern territory, named the northern army. It was stationed in the bitter cold land and guarded the eight-thousand-mile defense line. It guarded the ten national gates and defended against the enemies of the eight foreign countries!

For decades, the foreign enemies had never crossed the border.

It was an iron defense line.

The northern army was ranked among the top ten armies in the world and could be ranked in the top three.

The military commander, King Braydon, was the subject of frequent reports in the military magazines and trending magazines of foreign countries.

On the internet, almost all the boys in the country were fans of the northern army. Sometimes, they would even go to the internet to fight with people outside the country. They would turn into internet trolls and scold each other.

They believed that the northern army was the strongest army in the world!

That fanatical worship and belief was the influence of the northern army.

The people were not stupid. They all knew who was silently protecting their happy lives now.

It was the northern army!

If there was no border defense army that guarded the border all year round and resisted the enemy outside the country gate, ordinary people would not be able to have a blissful life.

Looking at the countries in the world, no matter how weak they were, they could not weaken their borders!

Once the border defense was lost and the flames of war spread to the country, would you still want to live an ordinary life?

That would simply be a dream!

Thus, the arrival of the legendary commander of the northern army, King Braydon, caused the entire capital to boil!

The residents of the capital flooded the streets, unable to be controlled at all. All of them stood on the streets, their gazes uniformly looking at the open gate.

The gate was nine meters high and five meters wide, which was the number of ninety-five.

When the main gate opened, it was bound to be a big shot.

The arrival of King Braydon should be treated with the etiquette of the country and should not be neglected.

Braydon Neal walked out of the landing tarmac, and the gate opened. Westley Hader led his troops to welcome him personally.
“Capital garrison governor, Westley Hader, greets the Northern King!”

In public.

Westley bowed with both hands folded.

Braydon’s arrival in the capital represented the entire northern territory.

Nico Yates, who was someone extremely quiet, bowed and said, “Nico Yates, capital garrison governor, greets the Northern King. Please change your clothes!”

After saying that.

He held a gold-rimmed Qilin robe in his hands.

There was a picture of a Qilin stepping on clouds embroidered on it!

This was the real official robe of the Northern King.

Ever since Braydon was conferred the title of king, he had been given the title of the Northern King.

The key was that Braydon did not accept it. He rejected the Qilin clothes and chose to wear plain clothes until today.

Only Braydon could wear this cloud treading Qilin robe.

“Brother, put on the Qilin robe!” Westley Hader advised.

This cloud treading Qilin robe had been sealed for three years!

Ever since the day it was made, Braydon had never touched it.

Today, Braydon had arrived in the capital. Would he still refuse to wear this cloud treading Qilin robe that only belonged to the Northern King?

If Braydon did not wear it, it meant that he had not accepted the title of the Northern King.

It had been three years!

Braydon did not even glance at the robe Nico was holding with both hands. His steps were like a tiger’s, and his thin body exuded an imposing aura.

This invisible aura was extremely oppressive, and all the flowers and plants on the roadside bent over.

Westley and the others followed behind him as they walked toward the capital’s gates.

The capital garrison troops lined up on both sides of the wide road that led straight to capital. The red gate was already completely open.

Braydon stood in front of the gate with his hands behind his back for a long time.

The people guarding capital all lowered their heads. No one dared to look directly into King Braydon’s eyes.

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This young man in white was the most legendary figure in the northern territory.

Now that he had arrived in the capital, no one dared to disrespect him!

Luke Yates and Tristan Yandell stood silently behind him with Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford.

If it was not for the Ludwig army, Braydon would not have come to the capital!

Perhaps he would never even set foot in the capital for the rest of his life.

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly. “Westley were you the one who ordered the three leaders of Quill, Lamar, and Preston to break into the Neal family and capture Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford?”

“No!” Westley was stunned.

As soon as he finished speaking, Braydon’s deep eyes flashed with coldness.

Things in the capital were more complicated than he had imagined.

It was a small matter that someone had bypassed Westley and ordered the dark division to capture Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford, the two remaining Ludwig army survivors, through the capital garrison.


The person probably wanted to use this opportunity to beat Braydon Neal and see King Braydon attitude!

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Every small matter had a special meaning when it came to the capital.

It was clear that the capital was testing Braydon.

Now, the Northern King had come personally!

Westley wanted to say something but hesitated. He wanted to ask for an explanation, but it was not the right time. He turned to Tristan and asked what was going on.

Tristan’s thin lips moved slightly; his voice soft as he briefly explained the situation.

In the next moment.

Westley was furious and said coldly, “Secret order: all the garrison troops of the capital are to enter a state of combat readiness. If anything happens to my brother today, I will kill my way through the capital!”

This young governor was finally enraged!

Someone had bypassed him, the governor, and directly ordered the capital garrison to send the three leaders of the dark division to break into the Neal family manor to capture people.

He wanted to test Braydon regarding the Ludwig army matter!

He was provoking the northern territory.

However, this person had made things difficult for Westley.

No wonder Westley was so angry. Borrowing the hands of the capital garrison meant using Westley to test King Braydon.

It was just a small matter, but he had other intentions!

Trying to drive a wedge between the three sons of the north?

The person in the dark had probably underestimated Westley. This matter concerned Braydon, so he would dare kill his way through the capital.

In the end, Braydon still walked through the main entrance and stepped onto the red carpet.

The Northern King had finally entered the capital.

The moment he stepped through the door, an invisible aura locked onto Braydon.

Braydon did not seem to notice. He stood with his hands behind his back and took his second step on the red carpet.

Boom!

The second wave of pressure quietly descended.

Deep footprints appeared on the red carpet under Braydon’s feet.

Someone was pressuring him?

Braydon smiled faintly as he walked through the main entrance and onto the bustling main road of the capital.

At this moment, the gingko trees on both sides of the main street were blooming for a stretch of eighty miles, and the fragrance pervaded the air.

The two rows of capital guards lowered their heads and respectfully said, “Welcome, Northern King!”

“Wow, Brother Northern King!”

Behind the capital garrison was a dark mass of people. They were all residents of the capital, and their faces were filled with excitement. They kept waving their hands and shouting, “Northern King!”