Salute To The General

With a smile, Gulliver waved his hand and commanded, "Crush them!"

"Understood!" Oleg and the other paladins replied in unison.

Oleg was the first to activate his lightsword. He roared loudly, "Warriors of the Gods, follow my lead and annihilate these vampires. We will trample over the bones of our enemies, all the way to Nathan. And in the end, we will claim his head. Charge!" God Paladins and God Warriors raised their lightswords and charged forward with furious roars.

Hepburn had also led three thousand vampires into battle with overwhelming force.

Neither side was willing to back down. Like two raging currents, the two parties collided fiercely and engaged in intense combat.

Undeniably, these vampires were indeed elites among the vampires.

However, their rival was the Gods.

Moreover, it was an ace legion led by the Gods' grand admiral, Gulliver.

All along, the Gods' capabilities had been superior to those of the vampires.

Primordial vampires had also always lived in fear of being dominated by the Gods.

As the battle broke out then, the superiority of the Gods quickly became apparent.

Even though the number of the vampires was several times that of the Gods, the latter's combat power was too strong.

That was doubly true for Oleg, the paladin. He switched to his four-winged combat form and charged into the midst of the vampires, stirring up a storm of blood and gore.

He was also very cunning. For instance, he didn't bother tangling with strong vampires like Hepburn but would dodge immediately after a single exchange of blows to pounce on weaker opponents.

The weaker vampires, on the other hand, often couldn't withstand a single strike of his sword when faced against him.

For that very reason, countless vampires met their tragic end under his sword.

Hepburn was so livid that she had steam coming out of her ears.

The battle was exceedingly intense.

In Salinsburgh, the place that was once the headquarters of the Curia presently served as a temporary command center for the alliance.

Wolfric and War Gods such as Leopold stood before a massive screen, watching the real-time battlefield situation transmitted from a satellite.

When they witnessed the formidable prowess of Gods, who overwhelmed three thousand vampires with just eight hundred of them, they couldn't help gasping in surprise.

In a worried voice, Leopold remarked, "The Gods are really powerful."

At first, Wolfric merely looked

forward to seeing the vampires

make a fool of themselves. But by then, he couldn't sit still either. With quite a bit of difficulty, he said, "Have you all noticed this? That grand admiral of the Gods hasn't made a move. Yet, his subordinates have beaten the vampires to within an inch of their lives. If he were to take matters into his own hands, the situation would be unimaginable!"

Leopold gritted his teeth. "We should brace ourselves for the vampires suffering a devastating loss and our human War Gods personally taking on the battle. I fear this will be another brutal war, and numerous human War Gods will die!"

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At once, the expressions of the War Gods turned darkened frightfully in the command center.

At such a critical moment, they subconsciously thought of Nathan, the strongest God of War of mankind.

Their only hope rested on Nathan then.

At that very moment, Wolfric looked around without thinking to ask Nathan for his opinion.

Suddenly, he realized that Nathan was nowhere in sight.

But Nathan's National Guard's captain, Colin, was still there.

He couldn't help but ask with a frown, "Colin, where has your Chief Military Governor and our commander-in-chief gone?"

At that, Colin answered casually,

"Mr. Cross has returned to his room

to rest. He said to inform him once

there's an outcome to the battle between the Gods and vampires."

Upon hearing that, Wolfric and the others took it as the truth.

After all, Nathan hadn't had a good rest these days. It was only natural for him to seize every opportunity to rest and recuperate then.

Unbeknownst to them, when Nathan saw through the satellite images earlier that the vampires were losing to the Gods and Hepburn was in danger, he had quietly slipped away.

At that moment, he had secretly changed into the uniform of the most ordinary alliance soldier and wore a combat mask, making him unrecognizable to everyone.

He discreetly made a swift exit from the command center.

After leaving the command center, he dashed out of the city at lightning speed and rushed toward the battlefield at full tilt.