Salute To The General

Max transformed into combat form, unleashing his full power, but it was only enough to break through to the strength of a six-winged vampire.

If it hadn't been for the recent decline of the elites in the Gods clan, he wouldn't have had the chance to act so recklessly.

Dinko and Moblan led a large group of Gods elites in their attack against Max. Soon, all of Max's direct subordinates were completely annihilated. Only Max remained, fighting valiantly on his own.

The Gods race elites also paid a heavy price, with dozens of them either dead or injured.

The more Max fought, the angrier he became, and the more he sensed that something was wrong.

Especially when he saw Dynan appear by Nathan's side, he realized that he had been part of Nathan's scheme all along.

Nathan had him firmly under his control.

If his guess was correct, the Blood of Medille that Dynan had delivered last night was definitely a fake, likely substituted with the fresh blood of a Gods elite.

Although his combat strength significantly increased after drinking it, the transformative effect of merging with Medille's blood was far from what he had imagined. From the very beginning, Nathan had been wary of him.

From the moment he started plotting his rebellion, his fate of failure was sealed.

He couldn't accept it!

He was filled with hatred!

With burning hatred and an unwillingness to accept defeat, his fighting strength surged by another thirty percent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a few swift punches, he forcefully sent several approaching Gods elites flying.

His eyes were consumed with rage as he stared towards the main hall of the distant sanctum, bellowing, "Nathan, I won't let you off. I demand a fight to the death with you!" Swoosh!

Dinko swept in like the wind, his voice cold and stern. "God King has handed you over to us, the Gods clan, to deal with. Your only fate is to die at our hands. Prepare to meet your end!" Meanwhile, Moblan was also attacking from the other side. "Sinner, pay the price for your blasphemous actions!"

The two of them simultaneously raised their lightswords, striking down towards Max with the speed of the wind and the force of lightning.

In a fit of rage, Max surprisingly didn't dodge or flinch. Instead, he raised both hands and caught the swords barehanded.

Thwack! Thwack!

Max raised his hands, astonishingly seizing a lightsword in each hand, bravely intercepting Dinko's and Moblan's lightswords. Dinko and Moblan were both taken aback. Neither of them had expected Max to be so aggressive.

"Ah!"

With a loud cry, Max unleashed a powerful force from his hands, simultaneously snapping the two lightswords in half.

Dinko reacted with lightning speed. The moment Max snapped his lightsword in half, he was already gripping the remaining half, fiercely plunging it into Max's chest. Pfft!

The half-length sword plunged into Max's chest.

With a roar, Max swung his fist, striking Dinko on the side of his head. The force sent Dinko flying sideways, crashing heavily onto the ground, and he was injured on the

spot.

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As Max was busy fighting Dinko, Moblan discarded half of his lightsword, launched a kick, and fiercely struck Max's head.

Bang!

Max's head felt as if it had been struck by a large hammer, instantly causing half of his face to become a bloody mess.

His body swayed, seemingly on the verge of being knocked over.

But at the crucial moment, he forcefully pushed off with both feet, managing to stand firm against all odds.

Moreover, the body that had been knocked askew gradually straightened up again.

With half of his face gruesomely mangled, he stared chillingly at the figure before him, Moblan. His terrifying gaze was a true embodiment of what one would call the stare of death. noveldrama

Moblan was startled, his heart trembling at Max's terrifying gaze.

He had just thought of changing his strategy, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

Max swiftly stepped forward, his elbow striking his opponent squarely in the chest.

Bang!

Moblan was struck as if by lightning, his face instantly turning deathly pale. His expression twisted in pain as he staggered back several steps, eventually collapsing onto the ground. He retched violently, spewing out a mouthful of blue

blood.

Despite joining forces, Dinko and Moblan failed to defeat Max. Instead, they all ended up seriously injured.

The Gods around were all astounded.

Although they were shaken, they did not back down. One by one, they steeled themselves to step forward and fight again. Struggling to stand, Dinko and Moblan simultaneously murmured, "Hold on..."