Salute To The General

Chapter 3476 An Opponent Worth Taking Seriously

When Nathan saw Gryffen and his group of Gods, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Previously, only three Gods came.

He didn't expect that this time there would be around ten to twenty of them!

Moreover, it seemed that these Gods were even more powerful than the Demigods he encountered before.

Soon, Nathan noticed Heptakill, who was injured nearby. His face immediately darkened, his eyes filled with wrath toward the Gods and concern for Heptakill.

At this moment, Heptakill, despite his injuries, came over with a few of his subordinates and said with shame, "Greetings, Chief Cross!"

Nathan asked, "How are your injuries?"

Heptakill reluctantly said, "They're not fatal!"

After saying that, he could bear it no longer, and on the spot, he let out a cry, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the stifling discomfort in his chest surprisingly eased up, lessening his distress somewhat.

Nevertheless, Nathan, along with the surrounding warriors and foreign God of Wars like Wolfric and Leopold, all had their expressions change.

Everyone knew about the strength of Heptakill.

He was seriously injured by the Gods, which just proved how terrifying these aliens were.

Leopold, who had already suffered at the hands of the aliens, their expressions were particularly strange. They looked at Gryffen and his group of Gods with full faces of apprehension, unable to suppress a rising sense

and also

Gods dared to

asked in a deep voice, "Who

tone protective, much like

sense of

felt a warm feeling in

who was always so imposing and domineering was now like a child. He raised his hand and pointed at Gryffen, who was not far away, saying in a frustrated tone, "Him!" Nathan's gaze fell on Gryffen,

shrouded in his cloak, chuckled lightly. "Oh, is that so? If I'm not mistaken,

indifferently, "If you knew it was me, why did you come

arrogance. I'm curious

coldly, "Are you done talking? If so,

the strongest God of War on Earth. I, Gryffen, the

formally challenge you now."

indifferently, "I

"Come,

BUMS

didn't bother with formalities anymore and boldly strode

slow, yet were incredibly swift. In the blink of an eye, he was already

his hand and threw a

unadorned, yet it contained

know whether they were as exceptional as they had made themselves out to be. Gryffen

punch with a swift