Salute To The General

Wolfric chirped, "Hello, everyone. Let me introduce all of you to the commander of the alliance, Eurasia's God of War, Mr. Cross."

Monica gazed at Nathan with interest. She had long heard of Nathan's reputation but didn't expect him to appear younger and more handsome in person than in photos. "Greetings, Commander Cross!"

Monica took the initiative to extend her hand to Nathan.

Nathan was a little taken aback. That was the alliance's headquarters, and most of the people present were military personnel. Logically, an army salute would've been more appropriate when meeting and greeting each other. Yet, Monica chose to shake hands.

Still, out of politeness, Nathan reached out his hand and said calmly, "Hello, I'm glad to have you here, contributing your strength to the alliance."

Monica smiled. She shook Nathan's hand with her fair, petite hand.

Nathan's expression changed slightly.

It turned out that when Monica shook his hand, she secretly brushed her finger against his palm.

That made Nathan feel as if he had been touched by a strikingly colorful and venomous snake, prompting his facial expression to undergo inappreciable changes.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sensing the hint of unapparent annoyance in Nathan's eyes, Monica seemed very satisfied with her successful flirtation. She smirked charmingly and quietly stepped back.

Almost no one noticed Monica's subtle gesture.

Only Peder, who was standing nearby, saw it.

Monica was the Goddess of Warrior, a revered figure in the hearts of countless soldiers of the Ariarican army.

Peder was also one of Monica's admirers.

After noticing Monica's gesture, Peder's face immediately darkened, and he began looking at Nathan with eyes filled with hostility.

At that moment, he stepped forward with his three companions and saluted Nathan. "Greetings, Commander Cross."

Nathan returned the salute. "Hello, everyone. Thank you for coming to support and contribute to maintaining peace."

Peder coldly said, "I'm not here for your gratitude nor for any so-called peace. I'm just following orders to come here and assist Admiral Welz." Upon hearing that, Nathan frowned slightly, sensing Peder's enmity.

The people around them also exchanged glances.

Peder continued, "Of course, I have a

personal reason for coming here. I

heard that you, Eurasia's God of War, are very powerful and are considered the strongest existence among humans. I'm not quite convinced, and I hope we'll have a chance to spar."

Nathan replied indifferently, "We'll see."

Peder had previously challenged Ariarica's former God of War, Max, and the latter had responded similarly with those exact words, not taking Peder seriously. Unexpectedly, several years later, when he challenged Eurasia's God of War, Nathan, Nathan did the same thing and disregarded him.

That had deeply struck a nerve in Peder.

He regarded Nathan with a meaningful look, then spoke in an undertone, a volume audible by only the two of them. "You'd better be carefult suggest you always watch your back, whether during a mission or sleep, because I will challenge you at any time."

Nathan couldn't help but feel angry inside. What the h*ll is wrong with him?

Right then, Wolfric walked over and said to Nathan with an amused expression, "Commander Cross, what do you think of my few subordinates?"

Nathan neither agreed nor disagreed. He merely asked indifferently, "Admiral Welz, we'll depart in an hour. Is that all right with you?"

Wolfric grinned. "No problem."

An hour later, Nathan, Wolfric, and twenty members of the special operations unit boarded a transport plane heading directly to the vampire-occupied territory.

A few hours later, the plane entered the vampire-occupied territory.

Nathan and his party strapped on parachutes, attempting to access the vampire-occupied territory via skydiving.

Meanwhile, inside the palace of the vampire's headquarters, the Patriarch, Herod, was sleeping.

All of a sudden, he opened his eyes.

His maid, Lyanna, sensed the Patriarch summoning her with his will.

She entered the room immediately and respectfully asked, "Honorable Patriarch Herod, how may I help you?"

Herod slowly sat up in the casket

and said impassively, "I vaguely feel

a powerful force had invaded our territory, if I'm not mistaken, some humanelites must've infiltrated. Tell Max and the others about this. They'll know what to do."

Humans have trespassed into our land? Lyanna was astounded, wondering who had such audacity.

She replied solemnly, "Understood. I'll notify the princes at once."