Salute To The General

Chapter 3088



Meanwhile, at the plaza outside, Nathan, leading Colin, Ava, and the Elite Eight, passed through the enemy's formation and strode across the open field to arrive before the entrance of the Curia's palace.

Behind Nathan, pandemonium reigned among the army as the Curia's fifty thousand warriors toppled like bowling pins.

Some of them were even injured.

Moreover, a long trail of footprints was left where Nathan had walked past.

Nathan had lived up to his words as he had indeed created his own path.

Pale-faced, Milo, Daveth, and a group of cardinals approached Nathan.

They didn't anticipate him to have truly passed the first test.

Even an army of fifty thousand warriors from the Curia failed to stop him.

It was far too embarrassing.

Milo and the others felt humiliated and were even more ashamed to see the footprints left by Nathan on the Curia's plaza as if each footprint was a hard slap across their faces.

They wanted so badly to remove those footprints at once.

However, little did they imagine those footprints they found to be mortifying would one day be something the Curia would flaunt proudly as footprints left by a god when Nathan became an internationally-renowned supreme being and God of War idolized by everyone.

But of course, that would only happen in the distant future.

The door to the Curia's palace slowly opened.

Nathan glanced at the majestic palace door before him and marched inward with his head held high.

That day, he was at the world's most powerful organization's headquarters as a father seeking justice for his daughter.

Colin, Ava, and the others hastily followed him into the palace.

They arrived in a spacious backyard. The backyard was more expansive than an ordinary nobleman's manor and extensively decorated with expensive stone statues.

The sculptures were mythical figures in the Curia's legends. Every statue was crafted by famous artisans and was considered a present-age masterpiece.

The front yard was filled with guards.

However, since Nathan had won their initial recognition for being able to make it to that stage, they no longer tried to intimidate him when seeing him. Instead, they bowed slightly to express their admiration and respect for Nathan.

Milo and the others entered, following Nathan.

Milo told Nathan, “Nathan, you surprised us by passing the first test. However, you shouldn't be happy too soon. You must pass two more tests before you can meet our pope."

"You only have to face one person for this round. He's the Sword Saint of the Holy Guardians. You'll pass this task if you can defeat him.”

As Milo finished his sentence, a tall, burly man donned in white armor and a white cape with golden linings ambled out.

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An unusually long sword hung around his waist.

He was one of the Curia's ten Holy Guardians, the Sword Saint, Arlo.

Arlo was a prominent elite in the Curia.

Although he hadn't put his strength on display for many years, legends about him being undefeated in battles still circulated in the Curia.

He had never suffered a loss in the countless wars he participated in.

However, since internal fights were

prohibited in the Curia, the

hypothesis of him being the strongest elite in the Curia could not be tested. However, people had always harbored suspicions about him being the most formidable among all elites of the Curia.

Naturally, some felt the ten elders of the Council of Elders were stronger than Arlo.

Unfortunately, those speculations

could not be verified because the elders, the War God of the Light, and the Holy Guardians had never fought against one another, so there was no way to figure out who was more powerful.

Nheless, Arlo was undoubtedly one of the most dominant warriors in the Curia.

Arlo gazed at Nathan coldly. "I've long heard about the God of War of Eurasia and had yearned to meet with you. Finally, my wish has been granted today."

Nathan stood with his hands behind his back and uttered nonchalantly, "Bring it on."