Salute To The General

Nathan glanced at the menacing Max, gave a slight smile, and continued to question Markell.

"You claimed to have successfully stolen the Blood of Medille. Where is it now?"

Markell turned his head fearfully to look at Max, gritted his teeth, and replied, "I have already sent someone to deliver it to him personally. I suspect that by now, he has probably consumed the Blood of Medille."

Nathan nodded slightly, then turned to Max and calmly asked, "Max, do you have anything else to say?"

At this point, Max remained composed and unfazed. He dropped all pretenses and carried himself as if he were the master of the place. He nonchalantly settled down on a chair, picked up the jug from the table, poured himself half a cup of coffee, and took a sip before leisurely speaking, "Your Majesty, you have orchestrated everything. Now everything is up to you and Markell. What need is there for me to speak anymore?"noveldrama

Nathan asked indifferently, "Are you admitting your guilt, or are you giving up because everything has gone wrong?"

Max lifted his head, fearlessly meeting Nathan's gaze. Their eyes locked in a standoff as he challenged, "What difference does it make whether I admit it or not?"

Nathan replied, "If you admit to your crimes, then I must take action against you. If you refuse to admit it, then confront Markell, present substantial evidence, and refute his accusations."

"Him?" Max looked at Markell with a cold, piercing gaze that sent shivers down Markell's spine.

"Traitor!"

Max cursed under his breath, his tone icy. Suddenly, he hurled the cup he was holding.

The cup, imbued with a terrifying force, flew toward Markell like a cannonball, whistling through the air.

Max, seething with anger, struck out with his formidable power.

It seemed that Markell was about to be struck down.

With a swift wave of his hand, Nathan instantly unleashed a gust of strong wind.

The cup, halfway through its journey, was struck by a fierce wind and exploded with a loud bang right in front of Markell.

Markell was caught in the blast, thrown several meters away by the explosion. His face and body were covered in fresh blood. However, amidst this misfortune, there was a silver lining-his life was spared. "Protect His Majesty!"

Hepburn, along with Toothless and Solo, burst in from outside.

Additionally, a guard stepped forward, carrying away the barely breathing Markell.

"Mr. Max!"

Once again, a group of vampire warriors rushed in, gathering around Max. These were the personal soldiers that Max had brought with him. Nathan remained seated in the chair, looking rather sickly.

Hepburn glared at Max. "Max, you sent people to attack the sanctum, to steal the Blood of Medille, stirring up conflict with the Gods. This is a grave sin. What's this? Do you refuse to admit your mistakes now?Are you planning to rebel?"

Max sneered, "Ha, who do you think I am? Do you really think I would always bow down to you?

Previously, it was out of desperation! I have already consumed the Blood of Medille. Nathan is now severely injured, teetering on the brink of

death. Do you really thin

you can

stand against me?"

Infuriated, Hepburn was on the verge of attacking Max.

Nathan, however, softly coughed to gather Hepburn and the others.

Nathan looked at Max with a smirk, teasingly saying, "Max, it would be better if you just admitted that you attacked the sanctum and stole the Blood of Medille. You wanted to rebel, but I had no desire to fight with you. I will hand you over to the Gods, letting them deal with you."

After saying that, Nathan clapped his hands.

Soon after, a scene that left Max astounded unfolded.

Nathan was seen standing before a massive bookshelf, which surprisingly began to slowly open from the middle, moving toward both sides.

Behind the bookshelf, there was a secret room.

Inside the secret chamber, rows of Gods were seated, amounting to well over a hundred.

Leading the group were none other than Dinko and Moblan.

As the Gods were seated there, it was as if they were attending a meeting.

Clearly, Dinko, Moblan, and other elite Gods had heard every single word of the conversation between Nathan and Max earlier.

At this moment, they all glared at Max with eyes filled with hatred, as if they wished they could flay him alive and drink his blood.