Salute To The General

Chapter 3778 Come At Me

Max, confronted by Fermin's advance, looked around with a hint of panic. He called out assertively, "Protect His Majesty! Stand with me to stop his approach." After giving the command, Max unsheathed the Rose Thorn Saber from his waist and, accompanied by a group of vampire warriors, moved to engage Fermin. Max's initial strategy was to pretend to engage in a serious duel, intending to let Fermin pass after a few exchanges.

However, he quickly realized that Fermin was not holding back.

Fermin's steely gaze was sharp, and his spear thrust forward with the ferocity of a dragon. He aimed a powerful strike directly at Max's forehead. Caught off guard, Max swiftly raised his Rose Thorn Saber to block the attack.

The clash produced a sharp, resounding clang.

Max felt a jolt, like an electric shock. The impact of Fermin's strike pushed him back several paces, leaving him internally shaken.

In this moment of vulnerability, a dozen vampire warriors leapt into action, rushing towards Fermin to provide Max with a brief respite. Undeterred, Fermin stood his ground alone against the group of warriors.

In his hands, his spear transformed, creating numerous shadows with each swing. Each motion unleashed a force as powerful as a tiger's.

Fermin's movements were unstoppable, his spear swirling through the air, creating waves similar to a powerful tide. His spearplay resembled a dragon moving through the waves, seamlessly appearing and disappearing amidst the fierce gusts and surges. Thud, thud, thud!

Fermin's spearwork was formidable, quickly dispatching several vampire warriors. As they fell to the ground, it was evident that they had been fatally struck.

Amidst the chaos, Max finally managed to recover. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, he unleashed his full capabilities and re-engaged Fermin.

Max and Fermin was

pushed Max back. Seizing the opportunity to feign defeat, Max allowed himself to be

protect their leader. "Quick, protect His Majesty!" Nathan, surrounded by his guards, observed Fermin's approach with a stoic demeanor. He

speed, sending several guards flying before he

"Die, Nathan!"

with a thunderous noise accompanied by a smaller

the strength of six wings, Fermin was undeniably a

titanium spear, Fermin aimed it at Nathan's chest and charged,

repelled all of Nathan's guards, leaving no one capable of getting close to either of them. Within a ten-meter

Nathan's chest, poised

hand and a streak of light, resembling a delicate snowflake, flickered from

was none

Clang!

dagger, precise and swift, clashed with the tip of Fermin's spear, creating a

jolted back more than ten meters before he managed to regain his

stared at Nathan in disbelief. "You're

Nathan's dagger swiftly retreated

hands clasped behind his back, fixing a cold gaze on