Salute To The General
Chapter 3333 Annihilate The Gods Of War

At the vampire headquarters, the vampires were holding a grand feast of blood as they celebrated their recent great victory. Herod sat on the throne, holding a crystal wineglass filled with fresh blood in his hand. As he gently swirled his wineglass, he casually asked, "After the human alliance's defeat, what's their current response?" Numerous vampire nobles instantly quieted down upon hearing Herod's voice. The remaining seven Princes of the Bloodline looked at each other. They were all immersed in the joy of victory, and no one really paid attention to the latest actions of humans. Seeing this, Herod's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "What's the matter? Has a small victory made you so arrogant that you don't even pay attention to the enemy's movements? Do you really think you've already won, to the point where you don't even bother paying attention to your enemies?" After saying that, he glared at the seven vampire princes before him. "Now, can any of you tell me about the humans' recent activities?"

In the end, Max, one of the seven princes, stepped forward. In the great battle atop the peak of God's Palm, Max was the only one of the four princes who managed to escape. However, he always managed to escape after suffering numerous defeats. Because of this, the powerful elite vampires secretly gave him a nickname called Runaway Max.

At that moment, Max had utterly lost his former sharpness, looking like a deeply frustrated loser. It was probably because Nathan had beaten him so severely that he developed a psychological trauma, and he would likely live the rest of his life fearing for Nathan. Max said softly, "Patriarch Herod, Wolfric and the others were in a sorry state after you defeated them, and they retreated for two hundred miles. I heard Wolfric can no longer control the situation, and even the human alliance no longer respects him. He was in quite a predicament and had already sent someone to ask Nathan, who was recuperating in the hospital, for help."

"According to the latest information I've received, Nathan will soon arrive on the battlefield to face you, Patriarch Herod. Upon hearing Max's words, Herod's expression relaxed slightly. "It seems there are still people who remain clear-headed and do not forget to pay attention to the enemy's movements even after achieving victory."

After saying that, he looked coldly at the remaining six vampire princes.

"Now, do you understand why I defend Max so much? Although he has been defeated many times, the fault does not lie with him. You all mock him for running away after every defeat. However, I dare say you wouldn't even measure up to him if you were in his shoes." Several King-Class vampires lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound. They did not dare to get frustrated with Herod, but their resentment toward Max grew even stronger, deepening the rift between them and Max. Max was a rare example of sober-mindedness in this world. He looked at these companions who treated him terribly, then glanced at the only Patriarch defending him and thought to himself.

Nathan is too powerful. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him God's favored one.

My companions don't seem to like me. Whatever. I'll just hold on a bit longer as a way to repay the kindness and recognition of Patriarch Herod. If even Patriarch Herod cannot defeat Nathan, then there is no hope for the rise of the vampires. I should flee to the mountains, hide my identity, and live in seclusion for the rest of my life.

After criticizing the vampire princes, Herod commanded, "Everyone, rest well for two days. On the third day, gather our elite warriors. I will go to battle once more and completely annihilate the Gods of War." Max and the other elites all said in unison, "Understood." On the other side, Nathan and the Elite Eight were already on their way to support the allied forces. Five black Jeeps were leisurely making their way through the wilderness. Nathan closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly along the bumps of the vehicle. He was used to taking advantage of any opportunity to rest, always maintaining his peak condition, and being ready to face a battle at any moment. Suddenly, a ray of the setting sun passed through the car window, casting a warm glow on his handsome face.

He furrowed his brow slightly and opened his eyes.