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!

slashed their swords forward at the

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

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

saw his massive body, akin to a tank, their

had already opened a briefcase that he had brought along with

metal alloy and was

daggers, the latest foldable sniper rifle, and a row

that all one could

the sniper rifle before turning around to extend it to its full length. Subsequently, he raised the sniper rifle without

Bang!

the giant werewolf s left

shot with a quick

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

avoid the last one. As the bullet pierced through his left eye, a

thick skin was as strong as steel, bullets that hit his body would feel like

at the weakest part of his

was enough to blind the werewolf's left eye with

it ended up infuriating

letting out a 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

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

behind the strike was enough to kill an elite

his senses with a 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