Salute To The General

Chapter 3318 The Sword God Of Vampire

The resounding roar reverberated through the air, reaching the ears of both the vampire army and the human alliance assembled on the vast plains to the east and west of the mountain. The vampire army couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness creeping over them. In contrast, among the ranks of the human alliance, many warriors couldn't contain their excitement and cheered one after another.

As the faint sounds reached the ears of Wolfric, Eiken, Tyrell, and the other War Gods, they caught wind of Nathan's accomplishment in securing the first kill of the day, and it was none other than a vampire duke. The news caused them to furrow their brows slightly. For a moment, a mixture of envy and jealousy filled their hearts. Eiken couldn't help but turn his head and admonish the exuberant soldiers of the alliance, saying, "What's all this shouting about? Why are you so overly excited? It's just the demise of a vampire duke. Based on your cheers, one would think we had slain the Patriarch of the vampires himself."

Eiken's words, as soon as they were uttered, immediately ruffled the feathers of several alliance soldiers, leaving them displeased and agitated. At that moment, Shadow Widow retorted with anger, "Jetroina's God of War, what do you mean by that? The commander-in- chief defeating a high-ranking enemy is certainly a cause for celebration, isn't it? Are you suggesting that you want the commander-in-chief to lose and are secretly rooting for the vampires?"

The alliance soldiers present were filled with a sense of righteous indignation upon hearing those words. Eiken, feeling a sense of guilt, hastily clarified his statement, explaining, "Everyone, please understand. What I meant was that the battle is still ongoing, and the commander-in-chief has only won one battle. Let's not get overly excited just yet. We should reserve our celebration and cheers for when we achieve a complete victory." Shadow Widow let out a contemptuous snort. "How small-minded you are!"

At that point, the alliance soldiers decided not to continue arguing with Eiken. They no longer paid attention to Eiken's words, instead, they redirected their focus to the ongoing battle at the summit of God's Palm.

At the pinnacle of God's Palm, Yelchin's corpse was swiftly dragged to the side by several vampires. Nathan remained composed, his hands still behind his back as he calmly addressed Gregg and the other elite vampires, his voice carrying a hint of indifference. "Who will step forward next?"

Gregg and the other elite vampires regained their composure after the initial shock wore off. Gregg turned his head, fixing his gaze on Joshua and Verhand. Meeting his intense gaze, Joshua and Verhand shared a momentary understanding. They then exchanged glances. Joshua remarked, "It appears that we must handle this battle personally. Verhand, would you like to take the lead, or shall I?"

deep voice resonated with confidence as he declared, "Allow

of his sentence, with a steady stride, Verhand confidently walked forward, his hand resting firmly on the hilt

well, Verhand maintained a cold and indifferent expression. His gaze locked with Nathan's as he spoke in an

contrast to

arrogance, Verhand displayed a

respectful and polite

emitted a

Yelchin resembled an unsheathed blade, its sharpness apparent at first sight. However, Verhand resembled a sword on the brink of being unsheathed, ready

and a rare seriousness flickered in his

that you have lived for five centuries, and three hundred years ago, you were already hailed as the Sword God. I never imagined that today I would have

three hundred years ago. Personally, I

any emotion. "To me, fighting against you is

responded, "Very well, let us give our best and leave no room

Verhand nodded in