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

spewed in every direction. The werewolves

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

the four Elite Eight saw his massive body, akin

time, Colin had already opened a briefcase that he had

metal alloy and was usually carried by

briefcase were two pistols, two daggers, the latest foldable sniper rifle,

so swift that all

they could make out was him opening the briefcase to unload the sniper rifle before turning around to extend it to its full length. Subsequently, he raised the sniper rifle

Bang!

the giant

managed to dodge the shot with a

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Colin fired a few more shots from his rifle. One by one, the bullets flew toward the giant werewolf

first few, the werewolf failed to avoid the last one. As the

thick skin was as strong as steel, bullets that hit

at the

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

it ended up infuriating

menacing roar, he broke through 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 latter

Colin 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 in the werewolf's face.

behind the strike was enough to kill an elite

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 swiftly