Salute To The General

Kathur stared intently at Nathan and asked, "What is your relationship with Lothar?" It turned out that Nathan's moves reminded Kathur of Lothar's fighting style. Taken aback, Nathan looked at Kathur in surprise and replied, "He was my teacher." Kathur regarded Nathan with an icy stare. "You are Lothar's disciple? So, you must be Nathan." What? Nathan? The Twin Dragons, the Mighty Five, and the Hundred Howlers were standing behind Kathur. When they heard Nathan's name, they were astounded. It was natural for them to react this way.

The name, Nathan, the God of War, had long resounded throughout the world. After the outbreak of the blood virus, Nathan repeatedly defeated the King-Class vampires. His reputation had already spread among the vampires. They were extremely shocked to learn that the tall military officer standing before them was the legendary strongest War God.

They soon snapped back to their senses. Nevertheless, some of them were ecstatic to see Nathan. Nathan had come to check out the terrain of the battlefield with only a few personal soldiers and was discovered by them. Even if Nathan was a strong fighter, he would be no match for their large army. There were tens of thousands of them. Starfire Legion had been triumphant in occupying God's Palm. Now they were also going to claim credit for capturing Nathan. Herod had already issued a death order for Nathan.

If they managed to kill Nathan, Kathur would become a vampire prince. By then, he would naturally be able to set up his clan of vampires. They, as Kathur's followers, would also become the rising stars among the vampires. Everyone became very excited at that thought. They surrounded him like a pack of wolves enclosing a tiger, waiting to leap into action.

They were filled with apprehension and eagerness to test his might. Nathan said to Kathur calmly, "Yes, I'm Nathan. On account that you're also from Eurasia, I can consider letting you off if you and your followers repent. I'll give you a chance to redeem yourselves. Otherwise, it'll be too late for regrets. Kathur was shocked to hear Nathan advising him to surrender. He burst out laughing. "Hahaha, who do you think you are? Do you think I am afraid of you just because you're known as the strongest War God among humans? I might be afraid of Lothar, your teacher, if he is still alive. Who do you think you are? You're only his disciple. How dare you behave so arrogantly? Just wait and see. You'll meet your maker today."

Nathan frowned when he heard that. It seemed like Kathur was not aware that he had already cut off all ties with Lothar det alone the news that Nathan was the one who killed

Lothar. Colin and Sevan's face net

darkened. Colin had the urge to tell Kathur that Nathan was the one who killed Lothar, the person he was afraid of. However, he decided against it. Although Nathan had severed ties with Lothar, the former still regarded the latter as his teacher.

Besides, Lothar was already dead. There was no point speaking ill of a dead person. Nathan was curious about the relationship between Lothar and Kathur. Frowning, he

asked, "Do you know my teacher et

Lothar? What is your relationship with him?" Kathur's eyes were filled with hatred at the thought of his relationship with Lothar. He said coldly, "We're bitter enemies. Haven't you heard about us, Lothar and Kathur? I was once his equal and caught his attention. I lost to him in a duel. As a result, he drove me out of Eurasia." This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Indeed, Nathan had heard Lothar mention Kathur's name in the past.

Astonished, Nathan asked, "Are you Kathur Yates, the once renowned fighter of Eurasia?" Kathur sneered, "Ha! So you have heard of my name. Your teacher must have told you about me. Back then, I was defeated by your teacher and driven out of Eurasia. I have been leading a wretched life since then. It's your bad luck to meet me today. Blame yourself for being Lothar's disciple. You will suffer for that today."

Nathan stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "There is an old saying that to curse one's father in front of one's son is disrespectful. You don't dare to confront my teacher. You only dare to brag about your prowess in front of his disciple. Such behavior is not only disrespectful but also shameless."