Salute To The General



"Show me what you got!"

Before Max and Isaiah could react, a Jetroinian standing behind Kenshun, Jetroina's representative, held the katana on his waist and marched out arrogantly.

That man was a rising star in the Jetroina military-Hideo Tachibana.

Max and the other eight representatives wouldn't take action, for they were superior beings.

Besides, it was obvious that Lucas wasn't afraid to die. No one wanted to go against an enemy who thought that way.

As a rising star in Jetroina, Hideo needed to win a battle under everyone's watchful eyes to solidify his position in the military.

Lucas was the commander-in-chief of the West in Eurasia.

There was no way Hideo would let the chance to kill a Eurasian general slip. The impetuous young man thus stepped out to accept Lucas' challenge. Oh? The nine representatives refuse to accept my challenge. Instead, a nobody from Jetroina is stepping up to my challenge.

Lucas didn't mind. "Come on," he declared frostily.

Hideo pulled his katana out and discarded the sheath aside. He held his katana with both hands and raised it on his right. In his wooden clogs, he dashed forward and went in circles around Lucas.

However, Lucas didn't seem to be afraid of Hideo. He merely stood unmoving.

He even shut his eyes.

This is too much. How could he look down on me?

Furious, Hideo suddenly sprinted ahead and swung his weapon toward Lucas.

His movement was as quick as lightning.

The katana was also known for its sharp blade. There was a possibility of Lucas getting sliced in half.

Everyone, including Max, lit up at once.

Alas, the scene they expected to see didn't come true. Instead, Lucas swung his spear out without opening his eyes and stabbed it in Hideo's direction.

Swoosh!

Lucas' sword brushed past Hideo's katana, forcing the katana to move out of its way. It also pierced through Hideo's throat easily.

Hideo froze in his tracks.

His entire being shook, and his katana dropped to the ground.

Lucas retracted his spear.

Hideo's body collapsed to the ground as blood pooled around him.

Silence ensued.

Lucas declared coldly, "Who's next?"

His loud voice jolted the crowd back to their senses.

The kill made all elites from the nine nations bristle in fury.

Everyone yelled at the top of their lungs to ask to go against Lucas.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, a Eurasian team was rushing over to Volk.

An armored command vehicle was at the front of the team.

Nathan was in that vehicle.

Throughout the journey, he kept his eyes shut. No one knew if he was sleeping or merely resting.

His body shook along with the vehicle throughout the bumpy ride.

Suddenly, Colin called softly, "Chief?"

Nathan's eyes snapped open. He asked calmly, "Where are we?"

Colin answered, "We're five kilometers away from the summit. We receive word that General Ziegler had shown up there and is currently fighting against the top warriors of the nine nations."

Nathan frowned. "We didn't manage to catch up to him?"Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Colin explained, "We got past the Volkian soldiers and made it here without alerting anyone. That's a tough mission to accomplish. We can't help it if we weren't quick enough to catch up to Lucas."

Nathan ordered, "Since we're almost there, tell Sage to start the war. For the next five hours, I want all satellite signals to go out of service in this area."

"Yes!" Colin responded.

Nathan added, "Tell everyone to charge ahead at full speed."