Salute To The General

Chapter 3679 A Nobody

Barok said coldly, "Have you ever seen a God surrender?"

The second he finished his sentence, he saw Eve standing behind Nathan, and behind Eve stood several subordinates of the Gods.

His face turned ghastly in an instant as if he had been slapped hard across the cheek.

Eve spoke with a calm gaze. "General Barok, Medille is ruthless, igniting wars throughout the universe. Not only the alien clans suffer from the pain of war, but our race is also deeply affected. Why not renounce the dark and seek the light by standing with us to overthrow Medille and restore peace to the universe?"

Barok laughed in fury. "You traitor, you even have the audacity to stand before me and speak. I don't care about the casualties of alien clans! I must ask you, though. How has our race suffered greatly? Who has suffered because of the God King? Speak up!" Eve said coldly, "My father!"

Barok was expecting to leave Eve speechless with his rebuke. However, to his utter surprise, Eve unexpectedly blurted out, "My father."

This left him dumbfounded.

Eve said coldly, "There's also Mr. Oleg, and many of my father's subordinates, not to mention their soldiers. They were all killed because Medille put himself before others and abused his power for personal grudges!"

Gulliver indeed met his end due to the God King Medille.

he felt guilty for Gulliver's death.

death of Gulliver, Medille himself admitted

if Barok wanted to defend Medille, he couldn't find

"To be honest, the God King also

asked coldly, "What kind of punishment was it? Did he pay with his life? Or did he punish himself for formality's sake to silence your

in the Divine Realm. How could you slander the

coldly, "I will never forgive him for causing my father's death, nor for the pain he has brought to countless Gods through war. I've returned this

sneered in anger, "Ha, you want to kill me? I'd like to see how many casualties you'll have to suffer before

he looked

was ready to fight

The more they killed, the better. If he could kill a hundred or so enemies, then news of his death would be enough to be sung about by the teachers

bold and ambitious, Digby

with fear. He looked at Nathan with a face full of terror, like a child scared

to be so useless, his anger flaring

to curse at him a few times, but then

ruled by fear-swearing was