Salute To The General

The moment he issued that command, the expressions on the faces of Filo and the other three Marshalls changed drastically.

One by one, they knelt on the ground, resigned to their fate as they awaited impending death.

The paladins and sages present in the hall quickly followed suit, falling to their knees and beseeching for clemency on behalf of the four Marshalls.

"Your Majesty, Nathan has stolen our God's Punisher Spaceship, rallying the vampires and countless pirate crews to attack us. They are fierce and ruthless, and even the Grand Marshall, King William, has fallen in battle. The defeat in this battle cannot be blamed on the four Marshalls. Your Majesty, we implore you to spare their lives!"

Ever since the Divine Realm became adversaries with Earth, they had witnessed countless casualties, particularly among their elite ranks, resulting in innumerable deaths and injuries.

This was a situation they had never faced in hundreds of years.

The Divine Realm, once a hub of talent, now exhibited subtle indications of an exodus of talent, leaving a scenario in which no one could succeed the older generation.

At a time like this, if Medille were to execute the four Marshalls, it would only exacerbate the Gods' predicament.

Furthermore, the four Marshalls were pillars of the Divine Realm and enjoyed immense popularity within the clan.

Therefore, everyone knelt down, pleading for Medille to forgive the four Marshalls.

Despite all the paladins and sages in the Divine Palace kneeling and beseeching for mercy, Medille's fury had not yet abated. His resolve remained unyielding. In a cold, unwavering tone, he declared, "This defeat is unparalleled in our clan's history. The four of them have faltered in battle. If we spare them, how will we instill fear in the other soldiers? Drag them out and behead them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

guards stormed in and was

and graceful figure entered the grand doors of the palace with an air of composure, and in

that even our collective pleas have proven ineffective. Who would dare to be so bold as to directly oppose His Majesty's decision to eliminate the four

anyone who dared to assert that the four Marshalls should not be executed might face the immediate consequence of being put to death on the

over. There's no hope for the four Marshalls

were pleasantly surprised to realize that the person strolling in with calm poise was none other than the Goddess

tiny tentacles on her head, which from afar resembled a fiery red mane of hair. Up close, they took on the appearance of a profusion of crimson snakes,

Yelena who had spoken up to plead for mercy on behalf of the four Marshalls, the

Divine Realm, no one dared to challenge or provoke the God King-no one, that is, except for Yelena, the Goddess Queen, who

Yelena stood by his side, providing unwavering

trial, ultimately guiding him to become the

for his wife,

he instigated the war to exterminate the vampires, with the

from Yelena.

there was no need for them to dread a rebellion from the vampires. She believed that if the vampires were properly managed, they could serve as valuable laborers. Her views differed from Medille's, leading to a strong disagreement

that Yelena should not dare to interfere with his

a result, he

criticized Yelena and sternly