The White-Robed Killing God Has Awakened

Braydon Neal sat lazily on the chair, his left hand supporting his face as he closed his eyes to rest. 

His words were commands. 

This was the Northern Army Military Headquarters. 

All sons of the Northern Army had to obey orders.

Harvey Lay and the others exchanged glances and then left. 

The massive military headquarters now held only two or three people.

Luther Carden stood silently by the star map, lost in thought about the war. 

Even the ruthless Luther had no other choice. 

The demon armies always fought head-on, rarely using combat techniques, charging forward as a united force to defeat their opponents. 

Head-on battles were a test of military strength—no time, no place, no schemes, just raw power.

"Despair?" Braydon asked softly, eyes still closed.