Salute To The General

Boom!

Dust danced in the air as a deafening noise sounded.

After the dust gradually settled, Wolfric and the others were shocked to see a massive crater on the ground in front of Nathan. It looked like it had been hit by a missile.

Gerart lay at the bottom of the pit, his body charred and bloodied.

If it had not been for the slight rise and fall of his chest, they would have thought that he was dead.

Sheathing his weapon, Nathan stood there and stared down at Gerart indifferently. He said coldly, "You're quite a tough one to be able to survive Ten Princes of Hell." Upon saying that, he turned to Wolfric and the others and ordered. "Carry him. We're leaving this place." Wolfric and the others came back to their senses and divided themselves into two groups. A few of them lifted Gerart, who was near death, while the others made preparations to fight their way out of the place.

Just then, the vampire elites who had rushed over had also regained their senses.

"These intruders have beaten up and intend to kidnap two of our princes, Lambert and Gerart!"

"Stop them! Don't let a single one of them escape!"

"Get them!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens of shadowy figures immediately rushed toward Nathan.

Snorting, Nathan lifted his foot and stomped the ground.

Boom!

The blue tiles that lined the ground were broken and violently thrown into the air.

Nathan lifted his hand and made a gesture.

In that instant, the blue tiles which had been shaken loose flew toward the vampire elites and slammed into them like cannons.

Countless vampire elites were hit, their blood spurting as they fell.

Taking advantage of the lull in the enemy's attack, Nathan shouted to Wolfric and the others. "You guys get away first. I'll cover your back!"

Without further ado, Wolfric led the rest of the members and retreated.

Nathan watched as Wolfric and the others hurriedly left and felt himself calming down. When he slowly turned around, he realized that he was surrounded by a large number of vampires.

A middle-aged, dignified-looking vampire with a mustache stepped forward and seized Nathan up.

"You... You are the God of War, Nathan Cross?"

Nathan looked at the man in amusement. "I must say. I'm quite surprised that someone in this vampire-occupied territory actually knows me."

The vampire with a mustache had

long since guessed that the man who stood before him was the God of War from Eurasia. However, he was still slightly taken aback when he heard Nathan admit to it himself. His expression turned grim after he managed to regain his senses. "So, it really is you. No wonder Lambert and Gerart, two newly promoted princes were no match for you." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathan grinned. "Since you already know that you're no match for me, I hope you'll think twice about attempting to intercept me and my friends lest you throw away your lives in vain."

The vampire with a mustache shook

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his head. "Prince Max left me in charge of guarding Kushburn in his absence. You made a big mess here and even kidnapped two of our princes. I'm afraid I would be too ashamed to face Prince MaxifI sit here and do nothing while you escape. Hence, I'm going to try my best to stop you from leaving!"

The vampire with a mustache who stood before Nathan was Max's most capable subordinate, Murray. He was also someone Max had personally promoted to the rank of a duke. Nathan said calmly, "It's a fool's errand."

Murray replied in a deep voice, "You don't know for sure until you've tried." With that, he waved his hand and ordered the vampires around him. "Charge! Take him down at all costs!" "Yes, sir!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The vampire elites in the vicinity began to swarm toward Nathan.

The ordinary vampire warriors stood at the side. They stood no chance against a powerful human elite like Nathan. Even if they could fight against a human king, they were completely unqualified to face off with Nathan.

"You are really asking for it," Nathan muttered coldly as he stepped forward to face the battle.