The Strongest War God Chapter 1232: The King's Might Cannot Be Provoked

Chapter 1232: The King’s Might Cannot Be Provoked

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The martial arts banished immortal expressed his discontent, which was understandable.

Braydon Neal had employed a forbidden art to eliminate a formidable adversary, yet it nearly resulted in the demise of the banished immortal.

As his consciousness awakened, his dissatisfaction was voiced.

“I can’t use you for a year.” Braydon recognized the need to nurture the damaged martial arts banished immortal, a process requiring at least a year.

Once matters were concluded, Sorrell Neal, the young man in vibrant attire, rode forth, leading the black-armored cavalry in an apparent move to welcome his brother.

With tens of thousands of hooves pounding the ground, Sorrell, commanding his cavalry, signaled for silence.

Approaching Braydon, he greeted, “Brother!”

Meanwhile, Braydon, having recalled the martial arts banished immortal and initiated its healing within his body, softly instructed, “Have someone take over Jaa’ku city. From now on, this city belongs to Hansworth. All the resources in the city will be transported to the capital.”

Surprised, Sorrell hadn’t antic.i.p.ated taking control of Jaa’ku city.

However, Braydon was already expanding his territory.

In the complex dynamics of the 14th ruin, where Finley Yanagi was potentially collaborating with the aborigines and the Oracle Palace, war was not an immediate option.

The 16th ruin, on the other hand, presented a different scenario.

Braydon entered the city gate, finding chaos on the main street as indigenous martial artists hid, gripped by fear.

Sorrell, leading 10,000 black-armored cavalrymen, followed him.

Emotions welled up in Sorrell as he reflected on the prolonged conflict between the 16th ancient city and Jaa’ku city, characterized by casualties and unexpected turns.

Braydon’s arrival brought an unforeseen end to the strife.

Proceeding deep into Jaa’ku city, Braydon reached the base of a ma.s.sive willow tree and declared impa.s.sively, “Sorrell, seal off Chaka Hlongwane’s City Lord Mansion. Seal all the books and materials. Within a day, completely take over this city!

“All n.o.bles and merchants in the city must obey my orders.

“Defying orders means death! Rebelling against the superiors means extermination!”

Under the tree, hands behind his back, Braydon issued cold directives.

In an instant, Koa Short rushed over, conveying urgent news, “Eldest Young Master, there’s a riot at the east gate of Jaa’ku city. Pinnacle martial artists have gathered, attacking the city gate and attempting to break free.”

Swiftly, Braydon left the tree and appeared at the east gate of Jaa’ku city.

A mult.i.tude of elegantly attired individuals emerged within the pa.s.sageway of the sealed city gate.

Among them were distinguished old men, opulently dressed n.o.ble ladies, and a mult.i.tude of arrogant youths.

The aboriginal city, boasting a population exceeding 8 million, housed numerous n.o.bles who were readily discernible.

With Chaka’s defeat, Jaa’ku had fallen into the hands of the 16th ancient city.

Fearing implication, the local n.o.bles sought escape to other ancient cities.

However, Braydon harbored no intentions of letting them flee, fueled by a straightforward reason.

The wealth of the aboriginal cities rested heavily in the hands of these n.o.bles, and their escape threatened to deplete the cities of valuable resources.

The vast resources of a prominent aboriginal city could sustain the entire Northern Army, comprising millions of martial artists.

Braydon’s actions were not impulsive; rather, they were strategic, nearly dispersing the martial arts banished immortal to take down this city.

His goal was to enhance the Northern Army!

The men of the Northern Army were all martial artists. Their cultivation required large amounts of spiritual resources.

This city could support the entire Northern Army.

At the east gate of Jaa’ku city, over 10,000 aborigines had congregated, displaying signs of impending action.

Braydon, dressed in a snowy white robe, descended with an air of authority, calming the chaotic scene.

The recognition of Braydon, the quasi-emperor slayer, spread among the crowd.

Issuing a cold statement, Braydon declared, “Those who have offended their superiors and caused trouble will have their families wiped out.”

His words were a lethal decree, stunning even Koa and others.

Such an order had never been given by Sorrell before, yet now it was p.r.o.nounced, affecting not only the 10,000 n.o.bles present but also their families.

This meant that more than 100,000 people would be implicated.

A hush fell over the a.s.sembly as terror gripped the aborigines, revealing a cold expression in their eyes.

Braydon, wielding the Northern King Sword, unsheathed the sharp blade, its intent hanging over everyone.

Addressing Koa with a cold tone, he a.s.serted, “In Hansworth, I am the guardian of the country, holding the power of the world. All martial artists are slaves. Can I not execute my order to kill?”

The Northern King’s killing order was uncompromising, especially for Hansworth martial artists; disobedience was not an option.

Over the past two years, Frediano Jadanza and Westley Hader had been suppressing dissidents in the capital.

Given their control over the world, dissidents had no chance of survival.

The Northern Army naturally displayed dominance, with half their lives dedicated to serving the country, aspiring for Hansworth’s supremacy on the global stage.

In an instant, Sorrell sensed his brother’s innate strength, recognizing him as a natural leader.

He was not someone to be provoked.

“Kill them!” Sorrell uttered in a hushed voice.

“Yes, sir!” The 10,000 black-armored cavalry stormed into the battlefield, charging through the pa.s.sage in and out of the city gate.

Hooves trampled over corpses, swords swept through the air, and the ground was strewn with bodies as blood flowed freely.

Countless n.o.bles screamed in misery.

“Kill them all!” Braydon, hands behind his back, observed the chaos with a cold gaze.

He reiterated, “Kill their whole family.”

The chilling command signaled that the killing would not cease, sparing none of the relatives of these n.o.bles.

“Brother,” Sorrell inquired, “will this encounter resistance from the indigenous martial artists?”

“These n.o.bles control all the resources in Jaa’ku city. These things must be confiscated. I’m afraid you don’t know how much the outside world lacks spirit herbs and other cultivation resources,” Braydon remarked casually.

“These old n.o.bles will find it hard to submit. Kill them all and prepare for the Northern Army to occupy this city. Eventually, we’ll produce a new batch of n.o.bles. I want a group of obedient dogs, not these old n.o.bles with hidden agendas.”

The aboriginal old n.o.bles, being n.o.bles themselves, would not genuinely submit even if spared by Braydon.

It made more sense to create a new set of n.o.bles from ordinary aborigines.

By granting them wealth and glory, they would rise to the top, ensuring their sincere submission to Braydon’s authority.

Who wouldn’t desire wealth and glory?

The aborigine martial artists were no exception.

This was how Martial Emperor Yanagi had taught Braydon to control people from a young age.

The imperial path was a far more terrifying approach than ordinary people could fathom.