Salute To The General

In the blink of an eye, many werewolves had successfully boarded the deck of the ship.

Awoo!

Baring their fangs, the werewolves let out a thunderous howl. Upon intimidating the humans with their battle cry, they charged fearlessly at their enemies.

Colin and the few members of the Elite Eight braced themselves with stern expressions while Jurgis and his men turned pale in horror.

If they weren't surrounded by the endless sea, they would likely have turned tail and fled.

Unfortunately, with nowhere to run, they steeled themselves for a battle to the death.

Meanwhile, the first group of werewolves that climbed onto the deck avoided Nathan in their initial attack. Instead, they smartly charged at those behind him-Colin, Jurgis, and their men. They were not only cognizant of Nathan's strength but were also well aware that their leader Moab and the Four Generals would be the ones to face the man.

Anyone who tried to take on the tribe leader's foe would likely be torn to pieces by the angry Moab.

That aside, they weren't powerful enough to interfere in the battle of titans like Moab and Nathan anyway.

Meanwhile, Nathan calmly instructed the rest of the men, "All of you take care of the werewolf warriors while I'll deal with their leader and the four elites beside him."

Colin and his men responded at once, "Yes, President Cross!"

No sooner had they spoken than the werewolf warriors bore down on them.

The Elite Eight were armed with guns and swords.

Nonetheless, they only carried a limited number of bullets. Due to the werewolves' exceptionally tough skin, the damage dealt by gunshots was inferior to that of swords. As a result, the four of them drew their swords in unison.

Die!

they slashed their

a split second, limbs began to fly while blood spewed in every direction. The werewolves who had

slicing and dicing through them like a whirlwind, leaving behind nothing but pieces of flesh. Responding to the horrifying sight,

body, akin to a tank,

time, Colin had already opened a briefcase that he had brought along with

a metal alloy and was usually carried by Colin to

latest foldable sniper rifle, and a row of

so swift that all one could

briefcase to unload the sniper rifle before turning around to extend it to its full length. Subsequently, he raised the sniper rifle without aiming and, as if by instinct, pulled

Bang!

toward the giant werewolf s

to dodge the shot with a quick

Bang! Bang! Bang!

from his rifle. One by one, the bullets flew

werewolf failed to avoid the last one. As the bullet pierced through his left eye, a galore

thick skin was as strong as steel, bullets that hit his body would feel like nothing more than an

aimed at the weakest

it was enough to blind the werewolf's left eye

up infuriating

rage burning in his eyes,

was cool as a cucumber. As his sniper rifle had run out of bullets, he calmly spun the gun around and smashed the rifle butt

strike was enough to kill an elite

arms and tried to grab Colin, hoping to twist off the latter's head. Fortunately, Colin's agility