Salute To The General

Abel and Reg were both shocked and furious.

They were shocked by Nathan's audacity and infuriated by Nathan's actions, which showed a complete disregard for them. It was as if they were of no importance at all. Determined to give Nathan a hard time, both of them simultaneously channeled their inner energy.

As though he were plucking flowers, Nathan held Adam's weapon between two fingers of his left hand and Reg's longsword between two fingers of his right hand. He then gently guided their weapons with both hands, causing them to miss him.

Adam and Reg felt as though their weapons were pulled off course by an incredibly powerful force.

Both of them were taken aback. They wanted to resist, but found themselves powerless despite their will.

In the end, Nathan caused both of their blades to clash against each other.

The tip of Adam's blade met the gleam of Reg's sword.

Clang!

The two weapons clashed together, instantly producing a thunderous boom that stunned everyone at the scene. The weapons of the two individuals shattered into pieces in an instant.

Adam and Reg both grunted and took a few steps back as blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.

They were utterly shocked. Despite their combined efforts, Nathan had defeated them with just one move.

Before they could recover from the shock, a figure suddenly and mysteriously appeared in front of them.

That figure was none other than Nathan, who had made his way toward them.

Nathan then raised both hands and performed a technique plane palms landed squarely on the chests of Adam and Reg.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Bang! Bang!

As if struck by lightning, they were spewing blood from their mouths simultaneously. They were also thrown backward, causing them to land heavily on the ground. Upon witnessing this scene, Baccio and the others couldn't help but feel astounded.

Two War Gods of the Light, astonishingly, had no power to resist in front of Nathan and were both sent flying.

In the meantime, the cardinals had all been shot down by the royal guards.

Only Baccio and a few elders of the Curia were left.

"All of you, join me in attacking Nathan! We must reveal his true colors today, even if it costs us our lives!" Baccio said angrily. "Noted, Elder Baccio!"

A few of the Curia's elders

responded without any hesitation, their bodies moving swiftly toward Nathan almost simultaneously at astonishingly fast speeds.

Seeing as Baccio and his men were already caught in a fierce battle with Nathan, the surrounding royal guards hesitated to open fire. They were caught in a dilemma, afraid to shoot recklessly for fear of hitting their own men.

The only option was to surround them and be ready to assist Nathan at any moment.

Although faced with a combined attack from Baccio's five elders of the Curia, Nathan still had a calm look on his face.

Baccio was letting his imagination

run wild at that point. They had

planned on besieging him, forcing t

him to reveal his vampire form,

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exposing his secret in public, and

humiliating him in front of everyone.

Nathan thought to himself with a sneer.

Nathan's speed was pushed to its limits as he countered every move while facing five people from Baccio's team all by himself.

To those around them, Nathan seemed like a deity with three heads and six arms as he effortlessly fended off the attacks from Baccio and his men.

Baccio was getting desperate at that point.

"Take this, Nathan! It's called God's Trial!"

Those words had barely left his mouth when his aura levels suddenly shot up.

A majestic illusion of an Adrunian War God, awe-inspiring and formidable, had materialized behind him.

As he raised his right hand, so did the colossal phantom of the War God behind him.

He then struck at Nathan with his palm, prompting the colossal phantom of the War God looming behind him to do the same.

The colossal phantom of the War God was like a mountain bearing down on someone as its palm came down on Nathan. Everyone around was stunned.

"All style and no substance!" Nathan said coldly with a snort.

With a single move, he sent the four elders of the Curia to retreat five meters away. Then, he took a step forward and threw a punch.

That punch was plain, unremarkable, simple, and basic.

However, the fist carried with it a force akin to a landslide and a tsunami.