The Strongest War God

Chapter 331: He Miscalculated

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

His basic strength was 300 pounds!

He moved at an initial speed of 30 meters per second, as fast as a shadow.

This cavalryman held a sword in his left hand and streaked across the sky. Everyone’s vision blurred.

Ordinary people’s eyes would not be able to catch such speed.

As everyone knew, for ordinary people, our eyes would be the first sense something. This was called vision.

The visual transmission to the brain required one second to think and make a judgment.

The central nervous system of the brain makes a judgment, and your body reacts. For ordinary people, it takes three to five seconds. A few seconds is only a few breaths for ordinary people.

It was not important at all!

However, in the eyes of martial artists, in a battle between experts, a second was enough for the other party to attack several times.

Martial artist and ordinary people were two different types of people.

There was no comparison at all.

Even if you were to fight a War God level martial artist with firearms or rifles.

The outcome was to be tortured to death!

Look at this scene!

The hundred ordinary capital garrison soldiers did not even have time to react. They only felt their vision blur as the rifles in their hands snapped in the middle, the cut smooth and neat.

This was a cold sword that could cut through iron like mud. They were directly cut in half.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and hundreds of people broke out in cold sweat. When they came to their senses, they realized that the cavalryman who had attacked them had already returned to his warhorse, as if he had never attacked.

A furious voice came from afar. “Stop! Stand down!”

“Yes, sir!”

When the hundreds of young guards saw that their governor had arrived, they all lowered their heads and quickly retreated.

Westley Hader appeared quietly at the door, wearing a black gold-rimmed flying fish robe.

Behind him were Nico Yates and Tristan Yandell!

“Fourth Bro!” Westley smiled.

Tristan was a little curious. “This is the Northern King’s cavalry that you control? Didn’t you say that there were only forty-nine of them? Why are there so many of them?!”

“If you join us, the number of people will increase!” Laird smiled faintly.

Tristan rolled his eyes. “Forget it.”

At this moment, the brothers were chatting leisurely.

Laird said softly, “Tonight, under the orders of the commander, we will kill our way through the Flitwick family. The Northern King’s cavalry will kill anyone who hinders us!”

A cold voice sounded.

Westley raised his left hand, and in a flash, the cavalry entered the capital.

Earlier, when the cavalryman destroyed the weapons of the hundred the capital garrison guards, it was because of Tristan and the other two.

The capital garrison was all Westley’s people.

Otherwise, when the Northern King’s cavalry attacked, the blade would not have brushed past their guns, but their necks.

Tonight, Westley’s governor office chose to ignore this matter and let Laird bring the cavalry in.

Dominic Lowe’s face darkened. Tonight, he had to stop the Northern King’s cavalry and prevent the situation from worsening.

However, he did not know that he had to stop the Northern King’s Cavalry and also the former Ludwig vice commander, Frazer Zito!

The two old men should have arrived in the capital by now.

As expected.

In the western district of the capital, a sharp sword intent tore through the silence of the night.

A single sword strike shocked half of the capital.

Millions of residents were jolted awake from their dreams, and they all felt their hearts palpitate.

“Frazer?” Dominic’s expression changed drastically. “Oh no!”

He had miscalculated!

Dominic suddenly thought of Old Man Zito.

The person who was most affected was not Braydon Neal.

It was Old Man Zito and Cesar Lichtman from the Ludwig army.

The two of them had personally experienced that tragic incident back then.

It was no surprise that they were attacking the capital.

Dominic stepped on the ground and sped up as he rushed to the western district.

A cold light appeared in Laird’s eyes as he led the Northern King’s cavalry into the capital.

Westley did not even bother to stop them, ordering the people under the governor office not to act rashly.

The governor office would not participate in tonight’s matter.

One had to know that the garrison members under the capital garrison were responsible for the peace of the capital.

Now that such a huge matter had erupted, Westley was indifferent. It was obvious that he was biased toward his fourth brother Laird and allowed them to cause trouble.

In the end, Westley could ensure that they leave the capital safely.

In a manor in the western district of the city, far away from the downtown area of the capital.

This place was outside the fifth ring of the capital, an absolute suburbs.

The manor was the lair of the Flitwick family.

As expected, Old Man Zito had come. He held a three-foot-long iron sword in his hand. His thin and old body was as tall as a sword. There were seven or eight corpses under his feet.

It angered everyone in the Flitwick family.

They did not expect that someone would come to their doorstep tonight.

Old Man Zito killed one person with every step he took on the empty lawn. Blood flowed from his feet, and his killing intent was terrifying.

In front of him were hundreds of people!

Without exception, all of them had the surname Flitwick and were direct or collateral descendants of the Flitwick family.

They were all martial artists!

A square-faced middle-aged man with white hair at his temples said angrily,

“Frazer Zito, are you crazy?!”

“I must be. Since I’m here tonight, I have no intention of returning alive!”

Old Man Zito said softly.

His words were filled with the determination to die.

He knew very well that as a ninth-level king, he had charged into the capital alone and killed several martial artists of the Flitwick family.

Without any evidence, he had used his anger to start a massacre in the capital.

It was a provocation of the country’s prestige!

They regarded it as the ironclad law of Hansworth.

He would be sentenced to death on the spot.

But Frazer did not care!

Forty years ago, he should have died along with his comrades in the Ludwig army.

Now that he had lived for fortv vears, dav and night in pain, he wanted to die tonight!

For some people, death is better than being alive.

However, in the air, an angry and dignified voice sounded. “Impudent! Stop immediately and follow me!” Dominic had arrived.

He had to stop Old Man Zito.

If he stopped now, there would still be room for negotiation.

However, the square-faced middle-aged man from the Flitwick family was Timothy Flitwick, the current head of the Flitwick family!

A seventh-level king.

His younger brother, Lenny Flitwick, had died in Preston, and this blood debt had yet to be settled.

Now, Old Man Zito had invaded the Flitwick family.

Timothy was furious. “Duke Lowe, we can’t just let this matter go. Frazer Zito is a survivor of the rebel army. He should be killed. He has no respect for the law of the country and has provoked the prestige of the country. He has slaughtered the disciples of my Flitwick family. He should be executed on the spot! ”

“Shut up! ”

Dominic was furious.

Did Timothy really not understand what had happened tonight?

The person behind all this was the Northern King!

Braydon Neal was not afraid that the situation would escalate.

The bigger the situation, the more excuses he would have to mobilize more northern army elites.

At that time, they would sweep through all the powerful families in the capital, and it would be difficult for everyone to stay out of it.

Timothy refused to give in. Tonight, his family would be in big trouble.

In the depths of the manor of the Flitwick family, the door of a small villa opened. A sigh came from inside, “Sigh, Brother Lowe, the Flitwick family can’t swallow this! ”

As soon as he finished speaking..

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