Salute To The General

Feralbone laughed wildly. "You're on death's door, and you don't even know it. You should worry about yourself instead."

Thornweaver said, "Why waste so much time talking to them? Let's deal with these two first so that we can let the humans and the vampires outside the forest start their fight."

Feralbone found it reasonable and waved his hand, signaling the God Warriors around him. "Take action! Kill those two."

"Yes!"

The God Warriors on the scene immediately sprang into action.

A centurion roared loudly twice, wielding a lightsword. He took the lead, charging at the forefront, rushing toward Nathan.

A large group of God Warriors followed closely behind.

"Hmph!"

With a cold huff, Nathan strode out to confront his enemy.

Seeing the situation, the centurion raised his lightsword and aimed a strike directly at Nathan's head.

To everyone's surprise, Nathan didn't dodge or flinch. He raised his left hand and boldly grabbed the lightsword that the centurion had slashed down.

That centurion was among the second wave of God Warriors who came to Earth following the Quartet War Pillars. Having not witnessed the battle between Nathan and Morgon, he naturally had no idea how strong Nathan could be. Seeing Nathan catch the lightsword barehanded at that moment, his gaze completely changed, filled with horror.

He was just about to twist his lightsword, intending to sever Nathan's five fingers.

However, Nathan moved even faster.

Nathan's right fist was already swinging, landing a solid punch on the centurion's face.

Bang!

The sound of bones shattering echoed as blue blood splattered.

The centurion was actually struck dead by Nathan with a single punch, falling backward with a thunderous crash, just like a large tree being chopped down.

Seeing Nathan's bravery, the other God Warriors were so frightened that they stopped in their tracks.

Seizing the opportunity, Nathan reached out into the void with his left hand.

The centurion's blood, gushing from his head, surprisingly flew toward Nathan's left hand, quickly forming a blue blood ball in his palm.

Under the incredulous gaze of the Gods, Nathan opened his mouth, swallowing the blue blood ball as if a dragon consuming a pearl. Nathan, after swallowing the blood ball, blushed instantly as if he had just downed a shot of strong liquor.

However, his gaze became even more piercing.

Nathan swallowed the God's blood, feeling a warm sensation spreading from his throat all the way to his abdomen.

This warmth spread throughout his body, reaching the places where he was hurt. Surprisingly, it provided relief, lessening the pain.

Phew!

Nathan slowly exhaled two streams of white breath from his nostrils, resembling an ancient beast awakening from slumber, appearing very formidable. The Gods present at the scene were all stunned.

Feralbone's face dramatically changed. "Y-You dare to drink the fresh blood of a God?"

Previously, Nathan had been using his willpower to control his body's craving for fresh blood and had not touched any fresh blood.

But this time, out of sheer necessity, he couldn't afford to care about all that.

He looked at Feralbone with a cold smirk. "What's the matter? The Gods want to wreak havoc on Earth, and you can't even handle me drinking the fresh blood of one of your kind?"

With a grim expression, Feralbone said, "Never has a vampire dared to drink the fresh blood of a God.

The

pure blood of a God is a deadly poison to the vampires. You actually drank the fresh blood of a God and remained unscathed. This is truly astonishing..."

The Gods present at the scene were all looking at Nathan with eyes filled with terror.

Since time immemorial, the Gods had always been stronger than the vampires.

What the vampires excelled at was healing their bodies by drinking fresh blood after getting injured.

However, during battles between the

vampires and the Gods, the

vampires couldn't obtain any fresh blood from the battlefield. That was because the fresh blood of the Gods was a deadly poison to the vampires.

That rule, surprisingly, had been broken by Nathan.

Nathan was such a powerful vampire elite. If he were to fight against the Gods, he could continuously heal his wounds with the fresh blood of the God Warriors. Unless Nathan was killed in one fell swoop, the battlefield for him was like a natural blood pool, continuously allowing him to recover from his injuries.

Nathan, possessing such a trait, had become the natural enemy of the Gods.