Salute To The General

In the midst of the chaotic battle, another helicopter appeared on the opposite side of the window.

However, Nathan swiftly and decisively responded. Before the helicopter could engage, Nathan unsheathed his sword with a rapid motion, unleashing a powerful slash through the air towards the helicopter. Whoosh!

The sword's strike was a blur of speed and precision, manifesting as a brilliant streak of white light that effortlessly sliced through the window and struck the hovering helicopter.

The impact was immediate and catastrophic; the helicopter was cleaved in half, followed quickly by an explosive detonation.

This display of raw power sent waves of fear through the onlookers, prompting the bodyguards to hastily retreat, prioritizing Bryon's safety.

Seizing the moment of distraction, the remaining elite forces launched another coordinated attack.

Amidst the chaos, a tank, driven by sheer determination to eliminate Nathan, burst through the wall. Its cannon was aimed directly at him, showing no regard for potential collateral damage to their own ranks.

Nathan's swordwork was a display of lightning-fast efficiency, mercilessly cutting down his opponents. Before the tank could even fire, Nathan's ten wings fluttered powerfully, lifting him into the air. He descended with crushing force onto the tank, his left foot smashing down onto the turret.

Boom!

The impact of Nathan's kick caused the turret to cave in, effectively reducing the formidable tank to mere scrap metal.

His onslaught continued unabated; he soared into the sky, only to dive back into the fray, his descent heralding further carnage.

among his adversaries fell to Nathan's

Nathan with sheer numbers was proving

battle from a distance, Bryon

Bryon spoke in a grave tone. "Wolfric, even if we were to double our forces by gathering elites from dozens of countries, I doubt it would be enough to bring him down. The

the severity of the situation, gave a terse nod

walkie-talkie and issued a

Guinevere and others, was captivated

of gunfire and conflict reached

they spotted helicopters and tanks mobilizing in

of Colin and

Guinevere, her voice tinged with both surprise and frustration. "Ma'am, what's happening?"

briskly walked away, but not before

Paulo promptly arrived,

heavily armed subordinates, exuding an air of menace. In a commanding tone, he instructed,

"Yes, Sir!"

no time, opening fire on Colin, Ava, and the bodyguards

a fountain as cover

a spirited counteroffensive. The area resonated with the intense