The Strongest War God Chapter 693: One Sword Strike is Enough to Kill You!

Chapter 693: One Sword Strike is Enough to Kill You!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The one hundred thousand elites held cold swords in their left hands and charged into the battlefield. Wherever the cold swords pa.s.sed, blood spilled.

Each of the men in black wore a black scarf on their faces, revealing their determined and ruthless eyes. They were indifferent to the hot blood that splashed all over their bodies. They gripped their swords tightly and killed everyone there!

This was the Northern Army!

The Northern Army was invincible!

The original 10,000-man battlefield had been upgraded to a 100,000-man battlefield.

Army-level battle.

Hundreds of thousands of people partic.i.p.ated in the battle, and the shouts of the entire battlefield soared into the sky.

The smell of blood filled the air, and blood flowed everywhere. Corpses were floating everywhere.

The broken limbs and body parts were shocking!

If it was a new recruit, he would definitely be so scared that his limbs would go weak and he would not know what to do.

However, the people sent into the battlefield by both sides were all elites!

They were also veterans who had been through many battles!

For example, on the Northern Army’s side, an ordinary young man in black was holding a cold sword in his left hand. His entire body was dyed red with blood as he fell from his horse. The wound on his abdomen was at least a foot long.

The foot-long wound had fresh blood gushing out. It simply could not be stopped!

The young man in military uniform tore his outer clothes and wrapped the wound on his abdomen. He held the sword in his left hand and brazenly charged into the enemy in front of him.

The b.l.o.o.d.y battle continued for fifteen minutes.

Until the wound stopped bleeding.

The black-robed young man stood there with his body covered in blood. He held his sword and glared into the distance with his tiger eyes wide open!

However, he was no longer breathing!

The blood in his body had already been drained!

He was already dead!

If he died but did not fall, he would be the son of the Northern Army.

If they did not retreat in a b.l.o.o.d.y battle, even if they were to die, they would die on the path to killing the enemy.

In a battle between armies, no matter how strong the Northern Army was, and how many warriors there were, what could they do?

There would also be casualties!

One heroic man after another died in battle, while even more elites charged into the battlefield.

The strong were the first to kill the enemy and wipe them out.

This was the fighting style of the Northern Army!

Every battle had deaths; all would be wiped out without leaving anyone alive.

In the battle between the two armies, the army led by Namar’s Taraz Ross didn’t retreat. On the contrary, they were desperately trying to hold their position.

Namar’s elite armv had fought with the Northern Armv for decades. Thev knew

that once they were defeated, it would be difficult for everyone to survive!

Without exception, they all had to face the cold swords.

Only by holding their position could they survive!

Luther Carden wielded the swords, and his white clothes were dyed white. He took the lead and charged into the crowd. He ordered, “The first corps will penetrate the left wing, the second corps will penetrate the right wing, and the rest will attack!”

“Yes, sir!”

Behind Luther, the eight regimental commanders were all marquises!

The hundred regimental commanders of the Northern Army had been promoted from War G.o.d to marquis!

In an instant, the situation on the battlefield changed.

The 10,000 soldiers of the first corps followed their regimental commander and charged into the enemy’s midst.

The momentum of the charge was one that did not care about casualties nor the price they had to pay.

The had to take down the entire Namar Army with lightning speed, and it couldn’t last for long.

There were still two legions behind Taraz.

If it went on for too long, Luther and the Northern Army’s first legion would be surrounded!

Both sides engaged in a b.l.o.o.d.y battle. In just a short moment, there were a large number of casualties!

Taraz held the black spear in his hand and pierced through the chest of a

soldier in black. He charged toward Luther and roared, “King Carden, do you dare to fight me?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare? I only need three swords to kill you!”

Luther turned around and stepped on his sword. He placed his right hand behind his back and moved hus left finger slightly. The surrounding sword shadows rolled over and attacked Taraz.

Taraz held the black spear with both hands and deflected the sword light that was flying toward him!

The sword light was dazzling.

Luther’s left hand moved slightly, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in his left hand. His body was as fast as a stream of light, and he instantly charged over from a hundred meters away.

Luther was behind him, and the Qi-imperial swords were in front.

Taraz used his spear to deal with the swords with all his might, but he did not expect Luther to interfere brazenly with his sword.

His sword was faster than time.

Swoosh!

With just one strike, the tip of the sword landed on Taraz’s chest, piercing through his clothes.

The sword pierced through the heart and severed his heart meridian!

The commander of the Linar Imperial Army of Namar, Taraz Ross, spilled blood in the battlefield.

“Taraz!” someone shouted angrily.

“One sword strike is enough to kill you!”

Luther stood proudly on the yellow sand with his sword and said softly, “Today, not only do I want your life, but I also want the lives of all the three legions of Namar!”

“Why you! ”

Taraz spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the first and second corps of the Northern Army’s first legion had already completed their interweaving.

The army that Taraz had brought with him had a total of 100,000 people. None of them could return alive.

Taraz knelt on one knee on the ground and stabbed the spear in his hand into the yellow sand. He used all his strength and shouted hoa.r.s.ely, “Retreat…!” Swoosh!

Luther’s left hand moved slightly, and a long sword of white light slashed across Taraz’s throat.

Taraz’s throat made a gurgling sound, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

“I’m not going to let you ruin my plan.” Luther smiled lightly. “Today, I’m not just going to take the lives of the three legions of Namar!”

“I also want the head of Cameron Linar of Namar to pay tribute to the sons of the Northern Army who died in battle!”

Luther would not rest until he had shocked the dead!

Taraz’s eyes widened, and the sound of blood gurgling in his throat could not be heard.

In the end, he died.

Eyes closed!

There was great hatred in his heart.

The commander of Namar’s capital, Taraz Ross, had fallen.

Luther stood quietly with his hands behind his back, watching the huge battlefield in front of him. The army that Taraz had brought with him, a total of 100,000 men, had been divided into three parts.

The Northern Army’s style of battle was to use the momentum of cutting through and killing the enemy.

No one would be left alive. All would be killed!

Now, they had formed the momentum of interception.

Qadry Knight, the fifth master of the Northern Army, and Danny Que, the seventh master, had led Laird Xenos’s cavalry to the rear, cutting off the retreat of the Namar Army.

Today, the 100,000 elites of Namar had to stay here!

Yuri Qualls arrived in a flash and said softly, “Second Brother, the remaining two Namar legions are moving. They are coming over here. They are estimated to arrive in half an hour!”

“Then, let’s fight!”

Luther waved his left arm, as if he was slashing sideways.

The soldiers of the first corps of the Northern Army were even more ferocious, holding cold swords in their hands.

When the cold blade fell, one person died!

In front of the tiger gate, Cole Colbie removed the cloak from his burly body, revealing the cold sword at his waist. His left hand gripped the hilt and he domineeringly said, “The commander has given the order to destroy the eight countries. Today is a large-scale battle between armies, and the first legion will be the first to fight!”

“Annihilate the enemy in the first battle! Kill them all!”

The cold swords of all the soldiers of the first legion had been sealed for three years.

It had not been stained with blood for three years!

Now, it was time to drink the enemy’s blood.

No one was afraid of fighting!

No one was greedy for life!

As the commander of the first legion, Cole naturally had to partic.i.p.ate in the battle.

When all the ruthless people of the Northern Army entered the battlefield, they would be tigers!

If a commander took the lead, there would be outsiders following him.

In the distance of the battlefield, dust was billowing. The two great legions of Namar had arrived to a.s.sist Taraz.. It was obvious that the first legion guarding the tiger gate had too few people!