Salute To The General

It's not worth it!

However, he was gravely injured and faced with the formidable Max, he had absolutely no power to resist at that moment. He could only await death. Just at this critical moment, Nathan made his move.

Cough! Cough!noveldrama

Nathan coughed lightly, yet the sound echoed like a clap of thunder.

Boom!

The crimson handprint that was clutching Markell's throat shattered instantly, suffering an invisible, massive energy blow as Nathan coughed.

Markell was finally free. He plummeted from the air and landed on the ground with a thud. He knelt there, coughing uncontrollably.

What?

Max's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Not only was he shocked by Nathan's intervention to prevent him from killing Markell, but he was even more astounded by the terrifying strength Nathan inadvertently displayed. He looked at Nathan with a sense of disbelief and uncertainty.

Wasn't it said that Nathan was seriously injured, and it was only after dozens of military and royal physicians took turns to rescue him that he was barely saved?

Wasn't it said that Nathan's injuries were so severe to the point where he even had to start relaying his final wishes?

How could he unleash such immense power with just a casual cough?

He doesn't look like he's about to die!

In Max's mind, there was a storm brewing. He had a vague sense that something had definitely gone wrong somewhere.

Yet, in a moment, he couldn't figure out where the problem had occurred.

With a troubled expression, he said, "Your Majesty, what are you..."

Nathan criticized coldly, "Did you seek my approval before deciding to kill him? I've already mentioned that his earlier explanation was far-fetched. There's certainly more to it than meets the eye. Why are you so eager to kill him? Are you perhaps feeling guilty?" Max's face flushed red. "Your Majesty, it's clear that you don't trust me. You obviously doubt me."

Nathan nodded. "Indeed, I don't trust you! You claim that you have nothing to do with this matter. Do you really think I would believe that?"

Just as Max was about to argue, Nathan had already turned his gaze toward Markel, who had just caught his breath. He said coldly, "Markell, you've seen it too. He's nothing buta petty man. You were willing to die for him, yet he couldn't wait for you to be gone. Dying for someone like him, it's not worth it. I assure you now. As the king of the Divine Realm, if you truthfully reveal who commanded you to attack Snowcrest Sanctum, I can

guarantee your survival."

Upon hearing this, Max exclaimed loudly, "Markell, don't believe his words. Even if he doesn't kill you, the Gods won't spare you. Your death this time is inevitable."

Nathan looked at Max, who was

almost at his wit's end, and disdainfully said, "Oh? Markell, you were merely following orders; you were but a knife. The guilt does not lie with you, the knife, but with the person who wielded you to commit the crime. I assure you, if you reveal the mastermind, the Gods will not fault you."

Markell gritted his teeth, suddenly raising his finger to point at Max. "He was the one who directed me. Ever since we conquered the Divine Realm, he couldn't bear the loneliness, always aspiring to rise in rank. He used the pretext of suppressing the Gods race to slaughter them, using their fresh

blood to create a blood poolet

a

blood feast. This was all to achieve his goal of strengthening himself and his loyal followers. He even conspired with the Four Emperors to assassinate the God King.

Furthermore, he had set his sights on the Blood of Medille. He ordered

me to lead a team, infiltrating Snowcrest Sanctum to steal the Blood of Medille. Originally, this was a task that couldn't possibly be completed. However, because the Four Emperors attacked Your Majesty yesterday, the guards of Snowcrest Sanctum joined in the pursuit of the Four Emperors. Therefore, I took advantage of the situation and successfully stole the Blood of Medille..."

As Markell voiced his accusations one by one, Max's face grew increasingly grim.

In the end, murderous intent filled his eyes. No longer restraining Markell from speaking, he stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, arms crossed, adopting the most standard and imposing stance of a military commander, standing there indifferently.

He looked coldly at Nathan, then at Markell. At this moment, there was no longer any need to downplay or conceal anymore.

He had already blatantly revealed his fangs.