The Strongest War God - Chapter 141
141 My Surname is Hader, and My Name is Westley
Since the bald martial artist had decided to make a move, he would not be frightened by Luca.
It was not so easy to scare off martial artists unless you had the strength to crush them.
The bald martial artist came forward and threw a punch at Luca, causing him to spit out blood and fly backward.
This was the strength of a level-nine martial artist!
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Luca’s group of nine could not stop them at all.
The bald martial artist was ruthless. He dared to injure Luca and the others, but he definitely would not kill someone from the Preston team in public.
A martial artist attacking a special operations team member was a capital crime.
However, if he killed a member of the Preston team, he would be on the kill list of all the special operations team in the world.
Just like Bobby Glass in the past, the special operations team everywhere killed anyone they encountered.
Therefore, the bald martial artist did not dare to be so extreme.
He barged into the tomb door, wanting to enter the tomb to retrieve something.
After the first person entered, the other martial artists could no longer hold back.
In the next moment, hundreds of figures surged out.
There were more than seven or eight warriors, and their speed increased dramatically. They were clearly ahead of the ordinary martial artists, and they charged into the wooden door to find what they wanted.
The situation was out of control. More than a hundred martial artists stepped on Luca and the others’ bodies and rushed into the tomb.
These martial artists were doing this on purpose.
To be able to trample on the Preston team members, whom they were usually afraid of, was undoubtedly satisfying to them.
Luca’s body was curled up. Although he looked miserable, it was the best way to protect himself.
Some of the martial artists who stepped on him secretly stomped on him and broke several of his ribs.
The veins on Luca’s forehead popped out, and his eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his fists and held the cold sword in his hand, but he did not say a word.
The members of the Preston team were all tough people.
This scene was witnessed by Braydon Neal, who had rushed over from afar. A cold murderous intent flashed in his deep eyes.
A martial artist wreaking havoc would be sentenced to death!
Challenging the authority of the Preston team in public was a capital offense!
Severely injuring Luca and the others was a capital crime!
There were three major Crimes. Today, more than three hundred martial artists would have to die.
Joseph Thomas secretly clicked his tongue. Why did so many people come?
Hundreds of martial artists were out of the control of the Preston team.
The situation was already in chaos.
Braydon stepped on a leaf in the air and jumped up. He landed on the top of the mountain where there was a rock. He turned around and sat down. He held the Northern King sword in his left hand, and his body was wrapped in a golden Qilin robe.
He sat quietly on the peak of the mountain.
In the forest, several martial artists had just arrived and were about to rush into the tomb.
Three of the martial artists happened to see a person flying over from the sky. He was sitting alone on the peak of the mountain, a hundred meters away from the ground.
The three of them looked up, and their pupils suddenly shrank. They saw a pattern on Braydon’s cloak which was very conspicuous.
Golden silk Qilin.
The vivid picture was like a king Qilin, its four hooves stepping on the clouds, with the roar of a tiger in the wild.
“Heavens! The Qilin official robe! The Northern King has arrived!”
“The Northern King has come in person!”
“These people dared to attack members of the Preston team in front of him. Are they looking for death?”
“Leave! Now!”
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The three martial artists’ expressions changed drastically, and they were terrified.
Braydon intimidated them just by sitting on the peak.
However, Tristan Yandell flashed toward them and landed beside the three of them. He said in a deep voice, “Since you’re here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?”
The pressure of a War God was released, and the three of them could not move at all. They stood under the pine tree, their bodies trembling.
The oldest of the three martial artists, a man in his forties, looked at Tristan’s black casual clothes. The sleeves were embroidered with silver silk, and the pattern was a flying fish!
The silver-threaded flying fish painting was definitely the governor of the capital.
The three martial artists’ faces turned pale. As if the arrival of the Northern King was shocking enough, one of the three governors who shocked the world had also come!
Westley Hader shot a cold glance at him and said indifferently, “As a martial artist, wreaking havoc in the Preston mountains means death!”
He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a cold and murderous aura.
Tristan put his hand on his waist where a black sword handle emitting endless killing intent was at.
The older martial artist looked over and was dumbstruck. He knelt down instantly and said with a trembling voice, “Golden-threaded flying fish, we failed to recognize you. We didn’t know that the governors have arrived. Please spare our lives!”
“Governors?”
The other two martial artists’ faces turned pale.
Every martial artist knew of the five great commanders and three great governors.
Every one of them was an indomitable figure.
Who would have thought that the governor, Westley Hader, who usually lived in seclusion in the capital, would come to the Preston mountains?
At the peak of the mountain.
“The three of them are innocent, and your swords should not be stained with the blood of the innocent!”
These words made the three feel as if they had been granted amnesty, and they knew that the person at the peak of the mountain was even more terrifying.
Tristan’s hand that was holding the handle of the sword loosened.
The three of them were indeed innocent. They were lucky to have arrived late and not entered the tomb.
Today, anyone who entered the tomb would die.
In the next moment, the sounds of furious fighting came from inside the tomb.
More than thirty determined young men rushed out of the tomb passage with cold swords. When they came outside, they saw Luca on the ground, and they were all still alive.
The leader of the group was a member of the Preston team.
He clutched the wound on his abdomen, blood flowing out through the gaps between his fingers. He shouted angrily, “Take Luca and retreat!”
“Fifth Brother, we can’t retreat. Martial artists are wreaking havoc. We must fight to the death today!”
Luca stood up with the help of his sword and panted as he spoke.
The fifth brother said in a low voice, “We’ve already lost thirteen brothers inside. If we don’t leave, everyone will die here today. When that happens, the Preston team will only exist as a team. I’m bringing all of you out of here alive. I’ll take responsibility for this. Leave!”
There were too many martial artists wreaking havoc today.
If they did not retreat, they would die.
If all the members of the Preston team were to die here, these martial artists would no longer have any fear. They would cause a huge commotion.
The surviving members of the Preston team were all injured, and most of them had bone-deep wounds.
Seven or eight solo martial artists were chasing after him. The bald martial artist had an injury on his shoulder. He was enraged.
“Aren’t you people from the Preston team usually quite arrogant?” he laughed viciously. “Today, I’ll kill all of you, and the Preston team will be left with no one!”
“Stop talking nonsense. Kill this group of people and save us the trouble of being hunted down in the future!”
These martial artists had all killed members of the Preston team in the mausoleum.
In their eyes, killing one or two was the same.
He might as well go all out today, kill everyone, then escape Preston and go into hiding.
Luca and the others were all seriously injured.
This was a trap!
“How dare you threaten to kill my men in front of me?” Westley’s thin lips moved slightly. “It seems like it’s time to get rid of all the martial artists in the world!”
“Who are you?”
The bald martial artist was full of killing intent. He did not take Westley seriously at all as he saw that he was just a young guy.
However, the black-clothed youth in their eyes laughed lightly, “My surname is Hader, and my name is Westley!”
