Salute To The General

Chapter 3239 Hang Him

"I'll handle the cigar-smoking one. You guys take care of the others."

After Nathan had said those words to Wolfric, he rushed toward Lambert, giving him no chance to react. Nathan moved at an impossibly fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of Lambert.

The latter let out of low growl, his cigar still hanging from his lips, and raised his fist to strike Nathan.

At the same time, Nathan threw a punch.

Pow!

A sound like a thunder boom echoed loudly around the room.

The collision of the two men's fists sent a powerful ripple of energy outward, impacting everything in its path.

The walls around them collapsed instantly. Slowly, the entire building began to crumble as well.

Wolfric and the others quickly raised their hands over their heads to block any falling debris.

As the building came crashing down, the vampire prince, Gerart, made his move. Amidst the chaos, he launched his attack on Wolfric and the others.

Wolfric was startled. In his fright, he held up his mithril pistol and shot multiple bullets indiscriminately in Gerart's direction.

Gerart dodged the bullets easily, moving fluidly through the gaps between the bullets. He emerged in front of Wolfric, completely unscathed, and delivered a powerful punch, sending Wolfric flying through the air. Pow!

to the ground with a loud thud. He struggled to his feet and spat out a

had

quick to react and were rushing to

of the Curia and armed with deadly weapons,

the wind. He couldn't be seen and was unpredictable. In two hits, he had

and the

of more than a

his ground despite the

battle between Nathan and Lambert was getting heated Neither of them was holding back on any of

parried with Lambert. Then, he suddenly kicked

Pow!

sent Lambert crashing through several walls

Lambert got

he suddenly threw his

screamed in

figure seemed to lengthen in front of their eyes. In the

he

more than twice in size. His handsome face turned ferocious and a pair of skeletal wings had sprouted

he had

who had been on guard duties outside the building, rushed in

reaching his limit. He, too, transformed into his fighting

his fighting form, Nathan pulled out The

nor for the latter to pull such an unexpected

Nathan frowned. He twisted his stance into a lunge and increased the force bearing down on his sword. Lambert had begun sweating profusely from holding onto Nathan's blade, desperately resisting