Salute To The General

Chapter 3459 Catching the Blade Barehanded

Seeing as Baccio had made his intentions clear, there was no reason for Nathan to hold back either.

They believed that Nathan would no longer be willing to have a proper conversation with them, so their only option was to force Nathan to reveal his combat form in front of a large crowd. That way, Nathan would have a hard time explaining himself.

Baccio, along with a few of his companions, two War Gods of the Light, and a group of cardinals, were all in their battle stances while glaring daggers at Nathan.

The royal guards were all on high alert while awaiting Nathan's orders.

The atmosphere in the room was tense as a battle was about to break out.

All eyes were focused on Nathan.

Everyone in the room understood that how the situation would unfold depended entirely on Nathan.

To Baccio's surprise, Nathan flashed him an indifferent look and said, "I'm giving you one last chance to surrender without any resistance. I will send you back to the Curia and have Eugene IV deal with you instead. Should you insist on doing this the hard way, however, I will not hold back."

Baccio did not expect Nathan to refuse to compromise even when faced with a group of the Curia's best fighters.

Isn't Nathan afraid of being forced into his vampire form in front of everyone? Why won't he just submit to us?

Given the way things had gotten, Baccio knew that he had no choice but to grit his teeth and press on.

for negotiation, let us resolve this in the

and ordered, "Go! Force him to reveal his

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

few elders of the Curia, two War Gods of the Light, and a group

We will show them no

bullets went flying toward Baccio and the others

were all top-notch fighters, including the two Gods of Light,

that flew toward them seemed to encounter resistance while in the

be seen in the air near those

had no choice but to try and dodge the incoming

not so fortunate and ended up being riddled with the bullets, which punched

of the Light, Abel and Reg, one wielding a knife and the

that bullets were unable

advance, the royal guards collectively shouted the order

ve

fearlessly stepped forward to

intercept the two.

in comparison to Abel and Reg. It was a gap that they had failed to bridge. Abel's blade danced wildly like a wicked

moved unpredictably

chopped up like fruits one after another. Soon, the ground had been covered in their

the gruesome deaths of his subordinates. "How dare you brandish your sword in front of me? You must have a death wish or something!" he shouted angrily while stepping forward and