The Strongest War God

Chapter 751: Tanner’s Funeral

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Even if Braydon Neal said that there was no more Northern King Braydon Neal in the world, even if the Qilin Nation Protection Seal was broken, this young man in white, was still the son of Hansworth!

He was the Garrison King!

Braydon, the prodigy of his generation, had an indelible mark.

Braydon wanting to confer a title to Namar meant that he wanted them to submit to him.

Shmuel Linar forced a smile and said, “At this point, Namar has no choice. What conditions do you have, Your Highness? As long as you give Namar a way out, as the ruler of Namar, for as long as the Northern Army flag is waving in the north, the Namar army will not dare to take half a step in the north!

“As long as you, Braydon Neal, are still alive, Namr will pay tribute to

Hansworth every year for the next 500 years!”

Shmuel seemed to be much more at ease when he said this.

Becoming enemies with Braydon was the sorrow of the entire country.

It was Crown Prince Shmuel’s misfortune to be born in the same era as Braydon.

After that, Braydon suddenly stood up and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back. He said solemnly, “From today onward, the Linar family will inherit the title of Hanlon-Namar King!”

“I will obey the order of the Northern King!”

Shmuel responded.

With that, Namar historians would let him go down in infamy for ten thousand years.

But this was a way out for Namar!

If Shmuel refused, not only would he die, but the Linar family would also be exterminated.

Namar’s martial arts world would suffer a devastating blow.

Braydon walked to the front of the hall and pulled out the Overlord

Formation-breaking Spear. The 72 Northern King cavalrymen were waiting quietly outside the door with cold swords in their hands.

The domineering Cole Colbie, the elegant and easy-going Luther Carden, and the others were all outside the hall.

In just three days, the few of them had forcefully eliminated more than half of the martial artists in Namar.

Namar’s martial arts world was collapsing.

A large number of Namar martial artists had crossed the border and fled into Wolanda.

Cole had led the 3,000 imperial guards of the Northern Army into Linar half a day ago. He cupped his fists and bowed. “Cole Colbie of the Northern Army greets the commander!”

“Northern Army Luther Carden greets the commander!”

Luther led 300,000 hidden agents and arrived at Linar half a day ago. Now, they were here to bring Braydon back to the northern desert.

Skylar Neal, who was dressed in white and wearing a ghost mask, said softly, “Brother, use the Ten Yama Kings. I want to destroy Namar!”

Each of the ten commanders of the Northern Army had a terrifying power.

Skylar was the most mysterious of all!

Braydon had nurtured this younger brother as the next Northern Army commander.

One could imagine how terrifying the power he held was!

Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and said dotingly, “The Ten Yama

Kings are the power that will protect you. Don’t use them easily. Atter today’s battle, Namar’s martial arts world will not be able to recover for 30 years. It’s enough! ”

This sentence was like an order to stop fighting.

Shmuel, who was in the hall, knelt down and said hoarsely, “Crown Prince Shmuel Linar of Namar thanks Brother Neal for taking pity on the innocent people of Namar and giving us a way out. We will compensate for the war and cede a thousand miles of land. Today, I will send someone to the northern territory to discuss this.”

Namar still wanted to cede territory to appease the anger of the Northern Army.

Unfortunately, when Braydon was young, he swore an oath to protect Hansworth.

As for expanding territory, Braydon had no such plans.

Braydon had never cared about the land outside the borders.

Braydon slowly turned around and said, “Namar choosing to compensate for the war, cede a thousand miles of land and pay tribute every year is your choice. Let me tell you what the bottom line is!

“From now on, if Namar martial artists dare to step into Hansworth’s territory, Namar will no longer exist as one of the hundred countries!”

Braydon was still as iron-blooded as ever.

After today, the war would be over.

Hundreds of thousands of martial artists from Namar had died under the cold swords.

Just one battle was enough to suppress Namar.

Braydon stepped on the red carpet and walked on the streets of Linar.

On both sides of the street, Linar’s 100,000 imperial guards all knelt down and sent them off with the state’s etiquette.

Braydon received national-level treatment upon his arrival and during his departure.

If Namar didn’t do this, and if Shmuel dared to reveal any wild ambitions and even have thoughts of revenge, then Braydon would definitely send more troops!

He would mobilize all of the Northern Army’s legions to sweep through Namar’s territory and cripple it in one battle.

However, Shmuel had given in and accepted Braydon’s title of Hanlon-Namar

King.

That was enough!

Braydon started a war, killed Cameron Linar, and destroyed the martial arts world of Namar.

These major events were enough to cause international uproar.

Braydon led his troops back to the northern desert, including the hundreds of thousands of hidden agents. By the time they reached the northern border, the war in the northern desert had already ended.

The eight countries of the north had stopped fighting!

Wolanda and the other countries’ envoys continued to negotiate in the capital, wanting the capital to persuade the Northern Army to stop fighting.

However, it was not that simple for them to stop the war.

A secret order from the capital, stamped with the national seal, was urgently sent to the northern territory.

Harlan Jones, the deputy leader of the capital’s dark division, had appeared at the northern desert base camp.

In a solemn hall.

The white-robed Braydon sat at the head of the table, and below him were the various commanders.

Looking at the endless yellow sand flying in the air, Harlan could not help but sigh. He entered the living room and said, “Northern Army’s hidden agent, Harlan Jones, greets the commander!”

“Did you bring the secret order of the capital?”

Luther sat in his wheelchair and smiled lightly.

Harlan hmphed twice. He didn’t like Luther at all.

The reason was very simple!

Harlan was a hidden agent, and the leader of the hidden agents in the Northern Army was Luther.

Throughout the years, Harlan had mentioned countless times that he wanted to return to the northern desert.

In the end, his request was rejected by Luther.

Because of this, Harlan had long been very dissatisfied!

He stepped forward and handed over a secret letter. “Commander, a secret order from the capital!”

“There’s no need to look at the fake order!”

Braydon took the secret letter, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the letter was shredded into pieces. No one could see the contents.

The corner of Harlan’s mouth twitched slightly. He could testify that this capital secret order was real!

It was personally written by Dominic Lowe and stamped with the national seal.

Yet Braydon said it was a fake order.

Harlan had an awkward expression on his face. As a hidden agent, if he had brought a fake order, he would be punished.

Braydon brushed this matter off with a few words and asked softly, “How are the preparations for Tanner’s funeral coming along?”

“It will be held in the No. 1 Courtyard!”

Cole was personally in charge of this matter.

Tanner Lynn was the commander of the tenth regiment under his command, so as the commander, Cole naturally had to do it himself.

Braydon stood up and said calmly, “I want to attend. After this is over, I’ll bring Sadie to Mount Woolas.”

“Mount Woolas is holding a hundred schools of thought summit, and there will be people from all walks of life there!”

Luther said softly.

The summit would definitely be attended by people from powerful families and aristocratic families. There would also be representatives of the Mohist and Legalist schools.

The Mohism and legalism schools were both schools of thought with seclusive cultivation. Over the past thousands of years, they had passed down many branches and formed seclusive cultivation forces. Braydon had never been interested in these people.

What he wanted was the pill!

Since the pill was in Kinslee Mayer’s hands, Braydon had to go get it.

If he didn’t heal Sadie, Braydon wouldn’t be at ease!

In the No. 1 Courtyard of the northern base camp, a mourning shed was built for Tanner’s funeral.

All the high-ranking commanders of the Northern Army were present!