Salute To The General

When Nathan saw Gryffen and his group of Gods, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Previously, only three Gods came.

He didn't expect that this time there would be around ten to twenty of them!

Moreover, it seemed that these Gods were even more powerful than the Demigods he encountered before.

Soon, Nathan noticed Heptakill, who was injured nearby. His face immediately darkened, his eyes filled with wrath toward the Gods and concern for Heptakill.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

At this moment, Heptakill, despite his injuries, came over with a few of his subordinates and said with shame, "Greetings, Chief Cross!"

Nathan asked, "How are your injuries?"

Heptakill reluctantly said, "They're not fatal!"

After saying that, he could bear it no longer, and on the spot, he let out a cry, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the stifling discomfort in his chest surprisingly eased up, lessening his distress somewhat.

Nevertheless, Nathan, along with the surrounding warriors and foreign God of Wars like Wolfric and Leopold, all had their expressions change.

Everyone knew about the strength of Heptakill.

He was seriously injured by the Gods, which just proved how terrifying these aliens were.

Especially for Wolfric and Leopold, who had already suffered at the hands of the aliens, their expressions were particularly strange. They looked at Gryffen and his group of Gods with full faces of apprehension, unable to suppress a rising sense of fear within them. Nathan was the only one with anger in his eyes.

Heptakill was his most trusted subordinate and also one of his most capable generals.

He was furious that the Gods dared to injure his subordinate.

He asked in a deep voice, "Who hurt you?"

The voice was filled with anger, the tone protective, much like a father questioning who had bullied his child.

Heptakill felt a strong sense of care and protection from Nathan.

He felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Usually a ruthless killer, he who was always so imposing and domineering was now like a child. He raised his hand and pointed at Gryffen, who was not far away, saying in a frustrated tone, "Him!" Nathan's gaze fell on Gryffen, his voice cold as he said, "You're as good as dead."

Gryffen, who was shrouded in his cloak, chuckled lightly. "Oh, is that so? If I'm not mistaken, you must be Nathan, right?"

Nathan said indifferently, "If you knew it was me, why did you come seeking death?"

Gryffen chuckled. "You're quite confident, to the point of arrogance. I'm curious to see if you have the strength to back up your audacity."

Nathan said coldly, "Are you done talking? If so, get ready to hit the road."

Gryffen nodded. "All right, Nathan, the strongest God of War on Earth. I, Gryffen, the Swordmaster of the

Divine Realm, formally challenge you now." .

Nathan said indifferently, "I accept your challenge."

Gryffen beckoned. "Come, let's battle!"

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Nathan didn't bother with formalities anymore and boldly strode straight toward Gryffen.

His movements seemed slow, yet were incredibly swift. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Gryffen.

Immediately after, he raised his hand and threw a punch.

This punch was plain and unadorned, yet it contained an overwhelming force.

When an expert made their move, one would know whether they were as exceptional as they had made themselves out to be. Gryffen narrowed his eyes. "Great!"

He, too, threw a punch with a swift raise of his hand.

Neither of them resorted to flashy

moves. Both adopted a head-on, probing approach, aiming to use their formidable strength to directly expose the other's trump card.

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Boom!

The two fists collided, immediately erupting into an earth-shattering boom.

The air twisted and tore where their fists collided, a massive shockwave from the explosion spreading outward.

Regardless of whether they were Gods or humans, all were forced to retreat by the blast wave.

No one could approach Nathan and Gryffen within a hundred meters.

Nathan and Gryffen both moved back several meters before they could steady themselves.

Nathan slightly furrowed his brows. The strength of the God before him was somewhat beyond his expectations. Nevertheless, amidst his surprise, his fighting spirit was ignited, and he was instantly filled with vigor.

Gryffen's cloak fluttered without any gust of wind.

He was even more shocked than Nathan, realizing that Nathan's strength far exceeded his expectations.

He said slowly, "Nathan, you are an opponent worthy of my serious attention. From this moment on, our battle officially begins."