Salute To The General



After putting aside their firearms, the two sides faced off again.

Nathan looked at Max and the others, saying with a smile, "Now, do the nine of you take me on, or will you let your subordinates challenge mine?" Max did not know much about the Eurasia Chief Military Governor.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Even though he had tried consistently to obtain information through the intelligence department about Eurasia, that information was classified. Hence, what he could get was limited.

The Chief Military Governor of Eurasia was a mysterious existence to him.

Therefore he did not make any moves immediately but wanted to test the waters first.

So, he said with a smile, “Just now, my subordinates wanted to challenge Lucas, but they were interrupted by your sudden appearance. They must be eager to continue. So, let them go first."

Nathan replied, "Sure!"

Max turned to look at his gang of warriors, and his eyes quickly fell on a white-eyebrowed, two-meter-tall burly man who was wearing a camouflage uniform, and a military cap.

"Jesse, you, show them what you can do. Make Ariarica proud.”

Hearing this, Jesse walked out slowly in his huge black boots. The man was huge, and when he walked, he was like a moving mountain of rock. His voice boomed, cold and solid like a rock. "Yes, General."

After speaking, he ripped his shirt off, revealing his incomparably massive powerful upper body.

He stretched out his arms, flexed his muscles, and did a stretch as if readying for battle. His joints crackled, and his powerful body seemed fast, violent, and ready to explode like thunder.

The crowd looked at Jesse in awed fascination.

Jesse walked out to the middle between the two sides, glanced at Lucas who was standing nearby, sneered, and suddenly attacked.

Boom!

The punch Jesse threw out had a force as terrifying as a cannonball.

On a normal day when Lucas' physical condition was tip-top, he would definitely be able to take the punch.

Unfortunately, he was injured and weak at that moment.

Immediately, he tried to block the sneaky attack with his spear.

Jesse's blow bent his spear into a bow shape and sent Lucas flying into the air.

Boom!

Jesse stomped his feet and launched himself into mid-air, where he kicked

Lucas like a football.

A figure fast as lightning and swift like the wind suddenly appeared next to Lucas, catching him and absorbing most of the impact. The ghostly phantom held Lucas's body steadily.

The figure turned out to be Nathan, the Chief Military Governor.

Blood gushed out from Lucas' mouth.

Nathan frowned, "Are you all right?"

If Nathan had not intervened, catching Lucas in mid-air and absorbing most of the impact, most likely, Lucas would have perished.

Lucas who had just managed to survive, replied in a low voice, "I'm still alive."

Nathan nodded and handed him to the Elite Eight. Then, he glanced at the mighty Ariarican man on the battlefield and asked coldly, "Who will take down that despicable scum?"

At this, Destroyer, who was as big and strong as Jesse, replied in a loud voice, “Chief Cross, I will remove his head with my bare hands.”

With that, Destroyer strode out, towering above the others.

Destroyer was about the same height as Jesse, and both of them had huge, burly physiques, and well-developed muscles.

Like a rattlesnake, Jesse licked his

lips and looked at Destroyer. "Hehe, I didn't expect that the Eurasian race, once called the 'sick man' would have such a strong warrior like you. Are you just a big bag made of straw, empty on the inside?"

Destroyer moved his neck, making crackling sounds.

With the flames of war burning in his eyes, he said slowly, "It seems that I must beat you to death today."