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!

into the air concurrently, they slashed their swords forward at the same

every direction.

a whirlwind, leaving behind nothing but pieces of flesh. Responding to the horrifying sight, a huge werewolf about two meters tall charged

saw his massive body, akin to

the same time, Colin had already opened a

was usually carried by Colin to shield

two daggers, the latest foldable sniper rifle, and a row of

all one could see was a

it to its full length. Subsequently, he raised the sniper rifle without aiming and, as if by instinct, pulled the trigger at the burly werewolf charging at

Bang!

the giant

to dodge the shot with a

Bang! Bang! Bang!

from his rifle. One by one, the bullets flew toward the giant werewolf

the first few, the werewolf failed to avoid the last one. As the bullet pierced through his left

that hit his body would feel like nothing more than an

at the

it was enough to blind the werewolf's left eye with a

up infuriating the

four Elite Eight's defense line. With murderous rage burning in his eyes, he flung himself at Colin in an attempt to tear the

run out of bullets, he calmly spun

was enough to kill an elite human warrior

fearsome roar, he stretched out both arms and tried to grab Colin,