The Strongest War God

Chapter 1065: No Talking Back!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Your Highness, may I ask, are you fated with anyone who is a supreme pinnacle?”

Deacon Gallo asked.

In exchange for Braydon Neal’s gaze.

It was truly the gaze of death.

A moment later.

Braydon was a little tired. He waved his hand slightly and said, “Let it go!”

“Your Highness, please wait a moment. After my observation these past few days, I feel that joining the Northern Army is the most glorious choice of my life.”

Deacon said righteously, afraid that Braydon would not want him.

Braydon’s lips curled up into a smile. “When Luke wakes up, remember to look after him. Don’t let him run around again,” he instructed.

“There are three emperor seeds in Luke’s body. Even supreme pinnacles will make a move on him when they find out.”

Frediano Jadanza followed behind his brother and said solemnly.

Jevan Cox suddenly appeared and said bluntly, “If it’s possible, send Luke back to Heavenly Mountain. It’s safe there.”

“Luke has a naughty nature. Even if we send him to Heavenly Mountain, he will come back in less than three days.”

Westley Hader and the others knew the little fool very well.

In front of Braydon, Luke was a little more obedient.

If it were an outsider, they wouldn’t be able to control Luke.

Braydon saw everyone’s worried faces and said softly, “Has Luke ever not made us worry since he was young? It’s the same now.”

Syrus Yanagi and the others immediately understood.

Braydon was still planning to bring the little fool along with him.

The little fool liked to follow Braydon. They had been inseparable since they were young.

The Northern Army’s elites were childhood friends, and they would never abandon each other.

Countless people were envious of this relationship between them.

Braydon lived in the Garrison Courtyard. There were capital guards patrolling the surroundings, so ordinary people could not approach the courtyard.

At night, the courtyard was even quieter and more peaceful.

Braydon went to Luke’s room and saw him sleeping like a little pig. When he was sleeping, he had his legs crossed and his belly facing the sky. He also had the stinky habit of kicking off the blanket. There were bubbles on his nose, and as he breathed, the bubbles grew bigger and smaller.

Braydon smiled helplessly. He gently covered him with the blanket. He said faintly, “It’s just as Elder Reynolds said. You’re the only one who still has the heart of a child in this generation of Northern Army men!”

Braydon and the others had always liked the innocent little fool.

The world of adults was very complicated.

However, the little fool had made the life of an adult very simple.

Braydon tucked Luke in and was about to leave.

Luke opened his eyes. When he saw his brother, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned. “Brother, where are we?”

“At home. Khalil Zorn saved you.”

Braydon saw that Luke was awake and pulled a chair over to sit by the bed.

“Brother, I’m hungry,” said the little fool as he recalled what had happened.

“The kitchen has left some food for you. Tell me what happened in the seventh challenge ring. Why didn’t you admit defeat in your battle with Seymore Weber?”

Braydon’s expression was cold.

The little fool lowered his head and mumbled, “I didn’t want to admit defeat. If you were the one who hit me, I would admit defeat. But I cannot admit defeat in our fight against the powerful families. Admitting defeat is surrendering. The Northern Army cannot lose to the powerful families.”

“Today, if you had died in battle, do you know that the hearts of the Northern Army men would be shattered?”

Braydon raised his hand and rubbed Luke’s head, a hint of brotherly tenderness appearing in his eyes.

The elites of the Northern Army, other than Colton Jansky, were all grown up and had their own thoughts.

Back then, because of Frediano Jadanza’s fake death, there was a turmoil in the upper echelons of the Northern Army.

Jonah Shaw left and refused to return to the Northern Army. He commanded the Sanguine Army to create a bloody storm in the South Pole’s Prison, and every time he entered the capital, he would kill.

Skylar Neal’s hair turned white overnight. He had blamed his brother Braydon for several years in the northern territory.

That year, Harvey Lay cultivated the Supreme Forbidden Art and swore an oath to avenge Frediano and wash the capital with blood.

During that period of time, there was a huge problem in the core of the Northern Army.

Even as time passed, many people did not let go of this matter.

Until Braydon and the others killed their way to Lowell’s yin-yang headquarter and found out that Frediano was not dead.

The knot in everyone’s heart was finally resolved.

One could imagine what would happen if Luke died today.

There would be no need to hold the Martial Artist Summit.

The core of the Northern Army would definitely experience another catastrophe.

The various elites of the Northern Army were in charge of the country. If they went crazy, not only would the Northern Army be torn apart, but the entire world would also fall into the flames of war.

The military would declare war on the powerful families.

With the war raging in the world, the aristocratic families would definitely take the opportunity to join forces with the powerful families to fight against the Northern Army.

Once they did that?

It was like internal strife!

Who would want to see the country fall into civil strife?

The hundred countries outside the borders!

At that time, they would definitely send a large number of troops to invade Hansworth’s borders.

The current prosperous Hansworth must not be in chaos.

Braydon would kill whoever dared to cause trouble.

This was a red line that no one could cross.

If it weren’t for this year’s Martial Artist Summit and the Global Martial Artist Summit, Braydon would definitely not relax his suppression of the powerful families in the country and would even further clip off their wings.

At this moment, the little fool raised his head and said seriously, “If Farron Sampson can die, I can die too!”

“There isn’t much softness and kindness left in the hearts of your brothers. If you die in battle, Frediano, Jonah, Westley, Hendrix, Syrus and the others will no longer have any kindness in their hearts. They will all become formidable figures.”

Braydon knew his younger brothers the best!

Just like Skylar, although he wore a ghost mask all day long and was stern and silent, the countries outside the borders had sent people to infiltrate Hansworth and the northern territory relentlessly a few years ago. They wanted to get information about the most mysterious lieutenant commander of the Northern Army.

Skylar was no less dangerous than anyone else in the Northern Army.

If Braydon died, Skylar would ascend the throne.

This was the top secret of the Northern Army.

“But you said that the path of martial artists is accompanied by slaughter. No one can avoid the competition between their peers!” The little fool said, not fully understanding things. He seriously reasoned with his brother.

“Don’t talk back!”

Braydon looked at him calmly.

“Oh!” The little fool lowered his head.

“Don’t participate in the Martial Artist Summit anymore. From now on, you’re to play in the Garrison Courtyard. You’re not allowed to run out, understand?”

Braydon got up to let Luke rest and gave him some instructions.

The little fool could only nod in agreement.

In the near future, the little fool would be in danger if he went out.

This was because there were many old fogies who were secretly eyeing the three emperor seeds in Luke’s body.

For many old fellows who were about to die.

The emperor seeds in the little fool’s body could definitely help them break through quickly and increase their strength, and it could also extend their lifespan.

Therefore, the little fool was the safest in the Garrison Courtyard.

This was because there were three experts guarding the courtyard.

Jevan, Hyrum Lujan and Stratford Layton were the three supreme pinnacle experts. They were extremely powerful.

Even if supreme pinnacles invaded the Garrison Courtyard, they wouldn’t be able to escape unscathed.

Braydon returned to his room and sat cross-legged on his bed, cultivating the Great Void of Kylo Art.

Braydon had told Channing Lestrange about it in Marshland. He had a feeling that his cultivation of the Great Void of Kylo Art was about to break through again.