Salute To The General

Halfway up the mountain, Kathur, along with his trusted subordinates and ten thousand elite warriors, was secretly climbing the mountain. Suddenly, three red signal flares shot up from the mountain peak, leaving him and his subordinates dumbfounded. Lathan Hoffman,

his capable general, asked in surprise, "What's going on? Have the alliance already occupied the mountain peak?"

Another capable general, Lendall Hawks, said, "Impossible, it's mostly some allied scouts. I guess it's them who fired the flare." After the initial shock, Kathur had now regained his composure. He said calmly, "There's no need to argue. Let's just keep moving. If it's an allied scout, just eliminate them. If there are any allied forces, they too shall be annihilated." The subordinates unanimously replied, "Yes!"

Kathur was an unparalleled elite, leading the Twin Dragons and the Mighty Five - fierce generals under his command. Even the ten thousand warriors he led this time were all seasoned veterans, each with countless battles under their belts. He ordered the troops to advance at full speed. In less than an hour, they had already reached the summit of the mountain. What Kathur never expected was that on the mountaintop, there were neither allied scouts nor any allied troops.

Instead, it was a senior allied officer who came to survey the terrain with his subordinates. He and his subordinates were already prepared for battle, but upon seeing only a few enemies, he couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. His elite soldiers and brave generals also burst into hearty laughter.

"Legion Commander, we thought we were in for a fierce battle, but it turns out it's just a few puppies and kittens. What a false alarm!"

"Hahaha..."

Upon hearing his subordinates' words, Kathur couldn't help but smile. He looked at Nathan and his companions as if they were cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, then waved his hand and ordered his subordinates behind him, "Go, kill them all. Their presence is an eyesore."

No sooner had his words fallen, than a burly man stepped forward and exclaimed, "I'll do it!" Under Kathur's command, there were the Twin Dragons, the Mighty Five, and the Hundred Howlers. The Twin Dragons were Lathan and Lendall; the Mighty Five were Freyr, Zephyr, Finley, Daxton, and Tobias Wilder.

The Hundred Howlers were chosen from among his disciples, selecting the top hundred to serve. If any of them were to die in battle, they would be replaced by selecting from the reserve disciples to maintain their numbers. The burly man standing before them was the cream of the crop among the Hundred Howlers, and also one of Kathur's favorite disciples, Jonah Bladeford. Kathur nodded slightly, agreeing to Jonah's request for a duel, and said calmly, "Go ahead, let me see if your training these days has made any progress." Upon hearing this, Jonah drew the sword from his waist and strode toward Nathan and his companions. Nathan looked at Kathur and the others, quite astonished.

I thought it was going to be an elite force of vampires. I didn't expect it to be a group of human warriors.

He looked at the approaching Jonah, who seemed to be filled with murderous intent, and curiously asked, "Are you humans?" Jonah sneered, "Or what?" Nathan became even more puzzled.

"So, what do you guys do? Are you working for the vampires?" Jonah scoffed, "There's nothing wrong with serving the vampires. After making great contributions, one can even receive the prince's ancestral blood, becoming a noble within the vampires, and possessing a lifespan ten times longer than that of a human."

Nathan nodded. "I understand now. You are a group of self-indulgent traitors who have betrayed humanity."

At this moment, Jonah was less than three meters away from Nathan. He said grimly, "We just have different positions, that's all. It's just a pity that you guys are quite unlucky to have encountered me today. I have no choice but to send you on your way. Don't blame me after you die."

After saying that, he suddenly accelerated, his body transforming into a blur, shooting toward Nathan.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

The sword in hand transformed into

a cold gleam, aimed straight at Nathan's throat, intending to sever his head with a single strike. Not far away, Kathur saw his disciple's stunning sword move and couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a satisfied grin. However, in the next moment, his smile froze. Nathan effortlessly raised his hand, as if plucking a flower or pinching a leaf, and easily caught the long sword of Jonah. Jonah was also taken aback and hurriedly tried to withdraw his sword. But despite using all his strength, he couldn't pull the longsword from Nathan's fingers. Nathan smiled faintly, flicking his finger gently.

Crack!

The long sword in Jonah's hand was directly shattered, transforming into countless fragments that scattered in all directions. Nathan took a piece of debris and casually tossed it. The fragment vanished in a flash. Jonah's throat had been sliced open by the fragments, a stream of blood spurted out, and he fell backward.

Thud!

Jonah lay on the ground, already a lifeless corpse. Kathur's face suddenly turned ashen gray. The elite soldiers and brave generals around him, upon seeing Nathan casually slay Jonah, were all filled with anger.