Salute To The General
Chapter 1888

Chapter 1888

"Kill him!"

More and more soldiers of the Demon Troopers began encircling Nathan like swarms of bugs, brandishing their swords.

In the flicker of an eyelid, Nathan dashed through the crowd of tens of Demon Troopers smoothly, with a glint in his eyes.

As he flashed past them, gory blood stains and cuts appeared on the necks of the soldiers. They seemed to have freeze momentarily before falling to the ground one after the other.

It was only then that Apocalypse and the other Demon Troopers realized that Nathan was armed with a sharp dagger.

It was a small but sleek dagger that resembled a deadly shard of ice as white as snow.

The dagger was called the Snowsphere, a present gifted to him by the former President. It was the perfect relic for him, the God of War.

In the distance, Colin and the Elite Eight were still wrestling with the Demon Troopers with all their might.

Standing alongside his subordinates armed with mere swords, Apocalypse locked gazes with Nathan and said, "Nathan Cross. I do admire your courage. Even when we have outnumbered and surrounded you, you managed to replace a chance to shake us off and even made an ambush! I'm surprised that you didn't just run

I" away!

"Runaway? Who do you think you are? Why would I run from a rat like you?" Nathan scoffed, his expression icy-cold.

Having regained much of his composure, Apocalypse laughed, "Hmph. You can't wait to die, huh? I'll give you what you want!"

Eyeing his Demon Troopers, he bellowed, "My brothers! Here's one billion right before your eyes! This might be the only chance for you to earn a billion in your lifetime! Kill him if you want the money!"

"Kill him!"

Though the Demon Troopers themselves knew that Nathan was no easy target, they still made their attacks without hesitation.

They had always made a living by risking their lives. Death was under their nose, but they had long overcome the fear of it. After all, the prospect of a new life with a billion was too alluring.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One by one, the Demon Troopers swung their swords at Nathan, creating gusts of wind cutting through the air.

Nathan didn't evade; he faced the attacks head-on.

With some smooth footwork, he barged right into the soldier before him.

Bam!

The soldier's bones shattered instantly. His disfigured body bounced off Nathan and was flung into the air like a lifeless puppet.

Whoosh!

Another soldier plunged onto Nathan with his sword.

Nathan remained calm and flicked his Snowsphere.

With a cracking sound, the small dagger blocked the sword.

Squinting his eyes, Nathan slid his dagger down the blade of the sword.

Crack!

In a split second, Nathan had sliced off the enemy's blade, as well as his wrist.

"Aaahhh..." The soldier's screams were bloodcurdling.

However, before he could even make another sound, Nathan's dagger flashed before his face, and the next thing he knew, his neck was split open.

In the split of a second, the soldier fell to the ground, dead.

Even with their fellow Demon Troopers getting killed one by one, the soldiers simply kept on coming. For the umpteenth time, a soldier charged toward Nathan, swinging his sword.

Without even looking, Nathan kicked his enemy in the face.

Thud! His foot made contact with the enemy's head.

This time, the enemy didn't manage to make a single sound as he dropped dead to the ground like a stiff log.

Meanwhile, Apocalypse simply watched on, as his men got slaughtered ruthlessly by Nathan, one by one.

Though he had a large troop, none of them were strong enough to go against Nathan.

Before he knew it, only less than ten soldiers were left standing.

Apocalypse solemnly brandished his sword, like a tiger showing its sharp, lethal teeth, and dashed toward Nathan. "Let me be your opponent." Apocalypse had lived most of his life in military camps before becoming the leader and coach of the Demon Troopers.

He was a rare, top-notch fighter in the Davier family.

It was the norm for him to be overpowered compared to his opponents in a fight, and it would usually take two, three moves to bring down an opponent.

However, Nathan was no ordinary man.

Letting out a raspy cry, Apocalypse

charged toward Nathan and used all

the attack patterns he had ever

mastered on him, but of course, Nathan effortlessly dodged all of them. ,

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"Hmph. That's it? I guess it's my turn now," Nathan scoffed coldly.

As he said those words, he swiveled his dagger in the air in an impeccably smooth motion.

Apocalypse's pupils dilated.

Time seemed to have slowed down for him, and at that moment, he felt as if he were trapped by Nathan's attack and simply stood there, paralyzed.

His body temperature seemed to be plunging, and he was quickly covered in cold sweat.

When he finally came to his senses, he hastily flung his sword before him in an attempt to shield himself from Nathan's attack.

The very next moment, Nathan slashed downward with his dagger.

Hiss!

Along with the whistling of Nathan's dagger, as it cut through the air, Apocalypse's sword shattered into two clean pieces.

A smooth slit also appeared on Apocalypse's face, from his

to his nose, mouth, and

od oozed out profusely from

that bizarrely straight cut.

It was a gash that perfectly split Apocalypse's face in half.

With his eyes void of life, Apocalypse uttered

weakly, "You truly... are the God of War <<

Just as he said those words, his entire head split in half, and he, too, fell dead to the ground.