The Strongest War God-Chapter 1055 - : I Won’t kneel!

Chapter 1055: I Won’t kneel!

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The young man had a thin figure, but his eyes seemed to have an inextinguishable light, filled with determination.

He was the most outstanding genius chosen by Marshland through the Martial Artist Summit.

He was born in an ordinary family and had no background.

He was a wild cultivator.

He grew up this way.

Leocadio Delgado of Marshland had also thought it through. As long as one was a citizen of Marshland, one could carry the fate of the country.

“Santiago, are you ready?” Leocadio asked seriously.

“I will not disappoint the king!”

The young martial artist, Santiago Huelva, turned around and saluted Leocadio with the martial arts salute.

Leocadio nodded lightly. “The future of Marshland’s martial arts will fall on you tonight. If we fail this time, Marshland will be oppressed by that King Braydon Neal for the next 500 years. We will never rise again.”

“The martial artists of Marshland are not weaker than anyone else!”

Santiago said firmly.

However, ten miles away from the platform.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back under a big tree.

“He’s a good seedling,” Channing said softly.

“His father, Karmelo Huelva, is a hidden agent of the Northern Army.”

Braydon’s deep eyes stared into the distance.

Channing Lestrange was stunned. He came back to his senses and said in disbelief, “Then this kid…”

“The Northern Army’s hidden agents have their own rules. All of them are prepared to abandon their wife and children at any time. They don’t dare to marry or have children. They must be prepared to withdraw at any time. But Karmelo has violated the rules.”

Braydon was the commander of the Northern Army.

Braydon had already memorized the information of the 100 foreign hidden agents.

Karmelo was hidden in Marshland. Code name: BL100.

Karmelo was in charge of Marshland’s military headquarters. He was the commander of Marshland and held real power. He was in charge of 200,000 elite soldiers and two legions.

He was definitely a high-ranking figure in Marshland.

Karmelo was one of the top ten core figures.

“The hidden agents of the Northern Army are really everywhere in the world,” Channing said helplessly.

“Karmelo is a hidden agent. He married and had children, but he kept it a secret. When Luther Carden found out about it, he almost summoned him back to the northern territory. Later, I ordered him to stop. I’m afraid Santiago still doesn’t know who his father is.”

Braydon stared at Santiago, who was standing on the platform.

The girl that Karmelo liked had been hidden in the countryside of Marshland.

Karmelo never returned.

Because as a hidden agent, sometimes there were many things that he had no choice in!

“What do you plan to do with this kid?” Channing suddenly asked.

“Bring him back to the Northern Army. After he becomes a hero, I can’t let him leave his home.”

Braydon expressed his stance.

Santiago was Karmelo’s descendant, so he was a child of the Northern Army.

Naturally, he should bring him back to the northern desert!

Marshland was not Santiago’s home country.

Santiago’s home country was Hansworth.

This was the truth.

He would have to tell Santiago sooner or later.

Channing shook his head and said, “Even if you tell this kid, I don’t think he’ll go with you. He won’t believe you. I’m afraid he still thinks he’s from Marshland.”

“The Northern Army will make up for what we owe him.”

Braydon was still as calm as ever.

At the same time, he could also see why many of the Northern Army hidden agents had no descendants.

They were in a foreign land, and there was a risk of being exposed at any time.

Once exposed, it would implicate all of his friends and family.

If they dared to have a family, once they were exposed, it would definitely bring disaster to their entire family.

Even if the hidden agent had descendants, they had to hide themselves and could not tell their loved ones.

This kind of torment was very painful!

“It’s starting!” Channing’s eyes flashed.

Braydon looked into the distance. Leocadio of Marshland had once again attracted the fate of the country.

This time, the person who would inherit the fate of Marshland was none other than Santiago.

At the same time, the national fate of Marshland was four times larger than the one Braydon had.

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The fate of the country descended, and the beasts in the forest prostrated themselves on the ground.

“Santiago!” Leocadio shouted.

“I can definitely do it!”

Santiago, this village youth, had a stubborn look in his eyes.

The stubbornness in his bones could be felt through his clear eyes.

Braydon’s deep eyes revealed a hint of admiration for this youth.

The descendants of the Northern Army’s sons would inherit the will of their fathers.

The inheritance that came from the blood could never be erased.

“If there’s a fierce battle later,” Braydon said softly, “you’ll be responsible for the safety of Santiago.”

“No problem.”

As the deputy commander of the Northern Army, Channing already knew Santiago’s identity.

No matter what, he would protect Santiago.

The two of them stood in the distance and watched as the fate of the country descended.

The fate of the country was like the might of heaven, and the process of decline was very slow.

Santiago stood on the high platform, bearing the heaviest pressure.

The fate of the country had nothing to do with cultivation.

It depended on a martial artist’s potential!

Santiago’s thin body stood on the high platform, unmoving as the fate of the nation descended.

Below the high platform stood a man who looked to be in his thirties.

Martial artists aged very slowly. Their appearance did not equal their actual age.

The thirty-year-old man’s brows were filled with the dignified aura of a military man. His tiger eyes were fixed on the high platform, and he did not say a word.

He was Karmelo!

He knew very well who the youth standing on the platform was.

That was Karmelo’s child!

Since ancient times, things had changed.

Karmelo didn’t expect his own child to stand out from the crowd and become the son of the country’s fate.

All these years, Karmelo had been secretly watching Santiago’s growth.

Santiago had become a martial artist because Karmelo had asked his trusted subordinates to secretly send him the ancient martial arts cultivation method. During this period, he had even sent him some semi-spirit herbs.

Karmelo didn’t want to consume any of these.

Because he, Karmelo, owed his child.

At this moment, Karmelo was in great pain. He muttered to himself, and only he could hear him, “Santiago, your mother country is Hansworth. Your home is in the northern territory!”

Karmelo couldn’t tell Santiago the truth.

If Santiago knew the truth, would he collapse?

Santiago was standing on the high platform, and the stone slab beneath his feet cracked.

A crack appeared on the entire platform.

The fate of the country was as important as the heavens.

He slowly descended and was less than fifty meters away from Santiago.

Santiago would rather die than kneel!

“Santiago, kneel down and accept the fate of the country,” Leocadio said in a low voice. “It will make you feel more relaxed!”

“I! Won’t! Kneel!”

Santiago, a young man, roared into the sky.

The terrifying power of the nation’s fate pressed down on him until blood flowed from the corner of his lips, followed by his nose.

Blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

“As a martial artist, I won’t kneel!” Santiago roared.

Boom!

The high platform under his feet instantly collapsed, unable to withstand the might of the national fate.

Santiago was buried alive.

Karmelo, who was far away, was shocked. He wanted to attack, but a white-robed young man emitting white light from his body appeared.

“Commander?”

Karmelo was shocked.

The white-robed Braydon had descended!

“Channing, didn’t you want to see the Spirit Summoning Art?” he asked calmly, but his voice was filled with a sense of majesty.