Salute To The General

Nathan was so shaken by Medille that he suffered internal injuries.

He felt a profound discomfort in his heart and lungs, especially the latter. Each breath he took was accompanied by waves of piercing pain.

The King of the Universe had gone berserk. His power was not to be underestimated!

However, after Nathan was injured, his will to fight only grew stronger.

A stabbing pain radiated from his chest, stimulating his nerves and turning him into a creature of frenzy and bloodlust.

It seemed that only through battle could one fully vent the restless energy pent up in their chest.

Surprisingly, Medille, despite his full-on effort, failed to take down Nathan, which caught him off guard and made his face even more unpleasant.

At this moment, he was panting heavily, his head drenched in sweat.

From the looks of it, the fierce onslaught he had just unleashed had also significantly drained his energy.

Nathan asked coldly, "Are you tired? Since you're tired, it's my turn to take the offensive now."

Medille's expression subtly changed.

Before he could even speak, Nathan roared, switching from defense to offense, and launched an attack toward him.

Nathan's sword danced like the wind, striking thrice in quick succession.

Even though Medille managed to stop it, he was still knocked back repeatedly.

Nathan did not rush to pursue him but suddenly raised his sword, shouting, "Ten Princes of Hell!"

He directly used his strongest move-Ten Princes of Hell.

Boom!

A powerful aura burst forth from his body, sweeping across the entire area.

Medille prepared to bear the brunt of it.

His head buzzed.

Then, everything before his eyes turned black, and the surrounding sounds seemed to fade away.

Immediately after, the sound of scripture reading began to echo in his ears, growing louder and closer with each passing moment.

In the end, the sound became thunderous, constantly exploding in his ear.

Meanwhile, the ground rumbled, and ten colossal Aplothian God of Wars emerged around him.novelbin

These figures, crowned and armed with a variety of weapons, had Medille completely surrounded.

In the next moment, the Ten Princes of Hell, each holding their weapons, simultaneously struck down toward Medille.

Medille was taken aback in shock.

For the first time, he felt panic. With a strange cry, he began to wildly swing the greatsword in his hands.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He swung his greatsword wildly, astonishingly shattering five of the Princes of Hell.

These five colossal Princes of Hell thunderously collapsed.

Nonetheless, the weapons of the other five Princes of Hell descended upon him. Thud!

Medille took the heavy blows and spewed out a mouthful of blue blood. He began to fall.

Bang.

When he hit the ground, the scene before his eyes vanished.

The Ten Princes of Hell had disappeared.

But on his chest, there were now five holes.

Blue blood was incessantly gushing out from the five wounds on his body.

Nathan, on the other hand, was drenched in fresh blood, his body now with several spine-chilling wounds. So that's how it is!

What Medille just saw, the Ten Princes of Hell, were all Nathan.

He himself was struck by Nathan

five times, but he also destroyed five Princes of Hell, signifying that kis greatsword had hit Nathan five times.

However, his five wounds were much more severe.

One of his wounds was through his heart.

At this moment, he fell to the

ground, eyes wide open, staring at Nathan, who was slowly descending in front of him with his eight twings fluttering behind him.

Nathan landed back on the ground.

Five shocking wounds adorned his chest, almost as if he'd been ripped open.

Yet, he could still stand firm!

His extraordinary vitality allowed him to keep going.

And there on the ground lay Medille, having been stabbed five times, one of which had pierced his heart.

He seemed unlikely to survive.

The scene was eerily silent.

Everyone fell silent, too stunned to react, simply staring dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

From his superior vantage point, Nathan looked down at Medille lying on the ground, his voice cool and unhurried. "You've lost!" When Medille heard that remark, the shock in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by boundless sorrow and loneliness.

Once upon a time, he was invincible, ruling the universe, annihilating whoever he wished, destroying any planet he desired. Yet, there came a day when he, too, was defeated,

when he too was killed.

He stared intently at Nathan, his throat making a raspy sound, as if he desperately wanted to say something to Nathan before his death...