Salute To The General

Chapter 1517 Amon The African God Of War

"Damn you!"

"How dare you hurt our chief!"

"Kill him!"

As shouts rang out within Mohamed's men, a burly man with a goatee charged at Nathan in an intimidating manner.

However, before he could get any closer, he was blocked by Colin who had stepped in his way.

With a loud snort, Colin grabbed the man's neck with his left hand and singlehandedly lifted him off the ground.

Everyone gasped in shock!

It wasn't until the man with the goatee lost consciousness, that Colin tossed him to the ground like a dead dog. He then scowled, "Who else dares to disrespect my master?”

Mohamed and his man were both surprised and angry at the same time.

There were many famous warriors and innumerable arms dealers at the venue, and all of them were equally shocked.

The Feast of the Gods was considered a gathering of the most powerful people in the world.

a new face like Nathan was

in Africa and was one of

year, he would make massive weapon purchases and was considered a major customer. Therefore, he was the darling of

unknown such as Nathan dared to throw his weight

signing his own death

and the other arms dealers who were standing at the

to have chosen such a reckless

major customer, they figured they would also have to suffer the same

had

remained nonchalant among them all. He wasn't the least concerned about Mohamed, the God of Wars

the excruciating pain of his

man in an ethnic African robe responded

was the African God of War,

his teeth, Mohamed ordered, "Amon, break his legs and torture him

that, twist off

"Understood, Chief!"

was a huge man, he could move as fast as an

everyone could see was a dark blur as he sprinted towards Nathan. Raising

War who was ranked 96 on the Leaderboard of Battle gods took action, they

in

caused everyone to look on in