Salute To The General

Chapter 3120



Dupont was filled with rage. Given his status as a vampire duke, he did not expect he would fail to stop Nathan. To make matters worse, Nathan had even killed two of his men before his eyes and rescued Paisley and Maisy.

At that moment, he and the rest of his men were glaring at Nathan with a mixture of shock and anger.

However, Vivien began applauding.

She sneered while she clapped. "Hah! That good-for-nothing, Max, has been talking about how frightening your powers are, Nathan. I thought he was lying to cover up his embarrassing defeat. Now it appears that you are indeed skilled, though that's about all there is to it. I will now give you two options. Either you swear fealty to me and be my boy toy, or I will personally send you to hell."

Boy toy!

Not only were Nathan and his men taken aback, but Dupont and the rest of the vampires also froze.

A boy toy was, in other words, a lover and a plaything for powerful women.

Everybody present was stupefied that Vivien, the vampire princess, wished to take Nathan as her lover.

Dupont and the other vampires glared at Nathan with envy and hatred.

That is something we covet in our dreams!

However, Nathan had a strapping figure, a handsome face, and eyes that twinkled like stars.

Aside from his regal air, his looks alone were more appealing than a typical vampire's. It was no wonder that Vivien took an interest in him. Although Dupont and the rest were jealous of Nathan, thinking it was a privilege to become Vivien's boy toy, not everyone shared their sentiment. Disgruntled, Paisley was the first to retort, "What a shameless woman you are. How are you worthy of hitting on Mr. Cross? Go home and take a look at yourself in the mirror."

Nathan also regained his composure at that moment and was unsure how to react.

He had encountered countless enemies as well as formidable female opponents, but Vivien was the first one who threatened to make him her boy toy.

He shuddered with disgust at her proposition.

After glancing at Vivien, he said calmly, "I would rather die than be your plaything."

As Vivien was indeed interested in Nathan, she became thoroughly enraged by his words.

"Over the centuries, countless men fell for me and worshipped me. Everybody knows I am the most beautiful vampire princess. How dare you claim to prefer death over being my plaything? Are you mocking me for being ugly?"

Nathan didn't even bother concealing his disgust.

"Centuries? Countless men? You're more disgusting than I expected!"

Vivien lost her temper. Her originally beautiful face contorted with rage and became exceptionally vicious. “All of you, kill him and tear him apart!" she shrieked at her subordinates.

"Yes, Mdm. Vivien!"

Dupont and the other vampires made their move in an instant.

Moving so fast that he left afterimages in his wake, Dupont led the charge toward Nathan.

The other vampires followed closely behind with no intention of backing down.

How dare Nathan insult our goddess, our queen? We'll make him pay with his life!

Nathan, however, did not panic in the face of the vampiric onslaught. Instead, he raised a fist.

Though it appeared to be an ordinary strike, it was the most. devastating move of the

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Boom!

Nathan's fist collided with Dupont's, eliciting a thunderous noise.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The glass windows around them shattered in an instant.

Colin and Sevan managed to protect Paisley and Maisy just in time and prevented them from getting injured.

Dupont stumbled several steps backward from the impact of Nathan's strike.

Just as he was staggering, the remaining vampires dashed toward Nathan bloodthirstily.

Nathan engaged with the vampires in close combat all by himself.

Weaving his way deftly through the enemy's formation, he struck with the speed of lightning and the. impact of thunder. Every strike met its mark like thunderous retribution.

Despite the vampires' strength in numbers, none of them was able to defeat Nathan.

One after another, they collapsed, shrieking in pain.

Vivien frowned as she observed the battle and, at the same time, quietly gathered her strength, preparing to strike.