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!

air concurrently, they slashed their swords forward

while blood spewed in every direction. The werewolves who had their limbs

heard, the four Elite Eight continue slicing and dicing through them like a whirlwind, leaving behind nothing but pieces of flesh. Responding to the

massive body, akin to a tank, their expressions drastically

opened a briefcase that he had brought

was made of a metal alloy and was usually carried by Colin to

pistols, two daggers, the latest foldable sniper rifle, and a row of custom-made

so swift that all one could see was

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,

Bang!

toward the giant

werewolf managed to dodge the shot with a quick

Bang! Bang! Bang!

rifle. One by

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

as strong as steel, bullets that hit

the weakest part of his body-his

enough to blind the

infuriating the giant werewolf even

roar, he broke through the four Elite Eight's defense line. With murderous rage burning

had run out of bullets, he calmly spun the gun around and smashed the rifle butt in the werewolf's

the strike was enough to

shake of his head. Letting out a fearsome roar, he stretched out both arms and tried to grab Colin, hoping to twist off the latter's head. Fortunately, Colin's agility allowed him to