Salute To The General

Meanwhile, Nathan was steadily walking down the corridor as Colin and his other subordinates followed him.

Durante was sweating profusely as he ran after Nathan, pleading, "Commander Cross, please don't do this! Admiral Welz is grievously injured. Please let the doctors and the nurses treat him before entering his ward!" Nathan ignored him and continued striding toward Wolfric's ward.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Before they could even reach the entrance of the ward, a deafening sound echoed in the area.

A person was thrown through the ward door and crashed onto the ground.

Nathan and the others were dumbfounded.

Soon, they realized the person who had been tossed out of the room and was now vomiting blood was Wolfric.

"Admiral Welz, what happened?" Durante cried out, rushing over to help Wolfric up with his subordinates.

Wolfric's face was bruised, and blood stained his chin and his clothes. He looked as though he was on the verge of death.

Colin widened his eyes and turned to Nathan. "Mr. Chance, I thought he was lying when he said Wolfric was grievously injured, but it seems that he was telling us the truth."

Wolfric, who was barely breathing, nearly stopped breathing entirely when he heard Colin's words.

Nathan narrowed his eyes and turned to the ward.

Right then, a tall figure and his subordinates ambled out of the ward.

Nathan was taken aback when he registered the face of that figure. "Max."

As it turned out, the one who had beaten Wolfric to within an inch of his life and sent Wolfric flying was Max.

Wiping his hands with a white handkerchief, Max looked at Nathan icily and said, "I was planning to kill this b*stard before settling the score with you, but you're here now. Good. I'll deal with you two at the same time." Nathan chuckled. "How many times have you been defeated by me? What's wrong? Did your courage return after a while of not seeing me around? Do you think you're capable of defeating me now?"

"I told you I'm going to be the one with the last laugh."

"Come on, then. Show me if you've improved."

With a dark look, Max ordered the vampire elites around him to attack. "Starling and the others, kill everyone here but leave Nathan to

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Starling was the vampire elite wielding a rapier, and he was also currently Max's most powerful subordinate.

"Yes, Sir."

With that, Starling dashed toward Wolfric with the rapier in his hand.

Durante, who was by Wolfric's side, immediately tried to stop him, but Starling easily sliced off his arm and kicked him away.

Then, Starling charged toward Wolfric again.

As Wolfric was badly wounded, he had no means to defend himself. Starling was about to kill him when Nathan raised his hand and gave a push.

Wolfric was shoved to the side. He managed to dodge the fatal blow but Starling's rapier still stabbed into his shoulder. Blood welled up in his wound instantly and he cried out in agony.

He wondered if Nathan had done that on purpose. After all, Nathan could have been quick enough to push him away completely.

At that moment, Nathan had struck.

He reached out his left hand to grab Starling's rapier.

Starling inhaled sharply as his wrist

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shuddered. He then tried to use the rapier to slice off Nathan's fingers, but Nathan abruptly made his move as well.

Crack!

Starling's rapier shattered into a million pieces.

His eyes widened, and a rare look of terror crossed his face.

By then, Nathan had come close to him and smashed his elbow at his heart.

Blood and chunks of organs spewed out from Starling's back while his chest remained unharmed.