Chapter 1118: He is the Leader of the Hidden Agents!

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Luther Carden was not the real leader of the hidden agents.

The second master of the Northern Army was only a substitute in charge, but he was also the spokesperson on the surface.

Each of the core members of the Northern Army’s hidden agents had a leader.

These leaders all followed the secret orders of one person.

That person was this mute, Northern Army’s No. 0 hidden agent.

Even Braydon Neal and the others had never mentioned the existence of No. 0 hidden agent. There was no information about the nineteen Qilin Sons in the secret vault of the Northern Army.

All the information was in Braydon’s mind.

Therefore, there was absolutely no possibility of leaking the secret.

Their level of secrecy was the highest in the secret vaults of the Northern Army.

At the same time, a person came from the east.

A man in black clothes and a black Qilin robe appeared on the altar. He pulled out the cold sword from his waist and stabbed it into the ground. He was wearing a black scarf, and he lowered his head. He said hoarsely, “Thorvald Forte, the Northern Army’s hidden agent, greets the commander!”

The Alpha Empire had three core hidden agents of the Northern Army.

Except for No. 0 hidden agent, there was another hidden agent.

The code ‘No. 0 hidden agent’ had two hidden agents behind it.

Haven Downing and Thorvald.

Haven didn’t know about Thorvald’s existence.

However, Thorvald knew about Haven.

When Thorvald arrived, he was also the No.1 hidden agent of the Northern Army.

One code name, two heroes.

At the same time, Thorvald was one of the nineteen Qilin Sons of the Northern Army.

“Thorvald, long time no see,” Braydon looked at him and whispered.

“Commander, Mute Brother!”

Thorvald stood in front of Braydon with longing in his eyes. It had been ten years since he left the northern territory.

“With your status, you should be able to attract the fate of the Alpha Empire,” said Braydon softly.

“Of course!”

Thorvald had another name, Nicholas Forte.

The name sounded very different.

However, this name was much more famous than Thorvald Forte in the martial arts world of the Alpha Empire.

Nicholas Forte was the martial arts genius of the Alpha Empire.

At the age of ten, he was absorbed into the Divine Hall of Light of the Alpha Empire, which was the holy land of the Alpha Empire’s martial artists. Not a single child had been accepted from the outside world for ten years.

The nineteen Qilin Sons had left home when they were young. Now that they were all adults, it had been 10 years since they left home.

The day of his return was far away.

However, they had no regrets or complaints. If they had not left the northern territory back then, Jonah Shaw, Hendrix Bailey, Skylar Neal, Frediano Jadanza, and the others would have died.

Too many people in the Northern Army had silently sacrificed themselves!

Braydon had also played this game of chess for ten years.

At that moment, Braydon was standing on the altar. He could vaguely feel the power of the Alpha Empire’s fate gathering in the sky.

However, Braydon did not have that much time to wait for the fate of the country to gather!

What Braydon needed was Thorvald to attract a wisp of national fate for him, so that the power of the empire’s national fate could appear.

As for the rest, Braydon could handle it himself.

“Tonight, I’m a little pressed for time.”

Braydon stood on the altar and looked at the majestic national fate. He said softly, “Activating the national fate will definitely alert the old thing in the Alpha Empire. I need to complete this within a short period of time.”

Otherwise, things would drag on for too long.

If they alerted the Alpha Empire, they would definitely start a war against Braydon.

At that time, it would definitely be a fierce battle.

Thus, Braydon had to use some special methods.

He closed his eyes and said softly, “Spirit Summoning Art, Summon the Eternal Light.”

Whoosh!

Above Braydon’s head, the darkness within a hundred miles was instantly dispersed.

The moment the light appeared, the first wave of national fate slowly gathered above his head.

Braydon was fearless.

The fate of the Alpha Empire was really like that time when Braydon was conferred the title on Mount Tanish.

Braydon easily absorbed the power of the nation’s fate into his body. At the same time, he said softly, “National Fate Summon, descend and return to me!”

Braydon was a ruthless person who used the Spirit Summoning Art to forcefully seize the fate of the Alpha Empire.

He was still the peerless king of the Northern Army.

The Spirit Summoning Art was terrifying.

Braydon was using the Spirit Summoning Art to forcefully exchange for the Alpha Empire’s national fate. It was obviously robbery.

Above the ancient altar, the power of the nation’s fate gathered crazily.

The momentum was vast, and the formless power of the national fate was formless and colorless, but it contained the might of heaven.

The power of the national fate swept across a thousand miles, and it was on a grand scale.

This scale was no weaker than the ninth wave of national fate that Braydon had attracted at the peak of Mount Tanish the year before.

The power of the country’s fate changed.