Salute To The General

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Just as the vampire baron drew close to Nathan, his vision blurred momentarily.

In the next instant, Nathan's outstretched left hand was already around his throat.

His face instantly flushed bright red.

Before he had a chance to struggle, he was lifted off the ground by the man with a single hand. Like a chick held by its neck, he flailed his feet in the air, utterly powerless to fight back.

The vampire warriors around them were all taken aback. They drew their weapons one after another as though facing a formidable enemy.

Nathan, however, was indifferent to them. He said to the vampire baron he held icily, "As I said earlier, you're nothing before me."

After saying that, he exerted force on the fingers of his left hand.

A crisp snap rang out as the baron's neck snapped.

Amidst the gasps of shock from the surrounding vampires, Nathan tossed the baron's dead body onto the ground as though discarding a piece of meat.

His gaze fell on the remaining vampires, and he asked coldly, "Do any of you have further objections?"

The vampires looked at Nathan in terror, their voices trembling as they replied, "N-No."

The vampire warriors had no objections to Nathan's request to release the humans before them. At once, the weeping humans seized the opportunity to flee, running helter-skelter without even bothering to thank Nathan. Seeing that all the humans had fled, Nathan said to the vampires present frostily, "You may all scram now."

Just when the vampire warriors were about to leave, a mocking voice split the air.

"Heh! Who's this audacious man who dares throw his weight around in Yiefmery? You can only intimidate the lower-level vampire warriors. If you have the guts, come and play with me."

Following that, a handsome man with a tall and slender figure in a black suit appeared before Nathan with a group of subordinates.

He had peculiar tattoos on the back of his hand and the left side of his face.

Upon seeing that handsome man, all the vampire warriors present bowed and greeted, "Greetings, Lord Sinistral."

Lord Sinistral!

Nathan and Colin exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing across their eyes.

Among the vampires, there used to be only ranks of prince, duke, earl, and the like. Since when did the title of lord come into existence?

As Nathan studied Sinistral with a frown, the latter did the same with a sneer.

Unbeknownst to Nathan, the man before him was an elite primordial vampire from Divine Realm.

Similarly, Sinistral had no idea that the man in front of him was the mightiest God of War on Earth and also the most powerful being among Earth's vampires.

At that moment, both of them were scrutinizing each other.

""Who are you?" Nathan asked.

Sinistral sneered, "I'm one of the Twelve Great Lords under the command of Queen Hepburn, Sinistral."

Nathan frowned. "I've never heard of either names!"

When Sinistral heard that, anger inexorably showed on his face. "Who are you? And who sent you here to kick up trouble? Was it the Curia?"

"My identity is not for you to know, nor are you worthy of knowing that. Tell Hepburn to come out and meet me," Nathan uttered indifferently. Sinistral's temper spiked. "I usually don't kill nameless nobodies. But today, I'm willing to make an exception for you. Die!"

After saying that, he lifted his left hand and grasped at the void.

In an instant, a black vortex appeared in the air in front of his palm.

The black vortex generated a massive suction force and attempted to forcibly draw Nathan in.

Unexpectedly, Nathan stood there motionlessly like an immovable mountain with his hands behind his back.

Instead, it was Colin behind Nathan who was drawn by the powerful force and stumbled forward.

Seeing that he could not maintain

his balance and was moments away from being sucked in by Sinistral, Nathan stretched out a hand and rested it on his shoulder, ordering calmly, "Stand firmly, Colin

Colin felt as though Nathan's hand was as heavy as a mountain. Once it rested on his shoulder, it was like an anchor, immediately steadying his body and effortlessly counteracting the powerful suction from Sinistral.

Sinistral's plan was to draw Nathan to him and strike the man down with a single blow.

Surprisingly, Nathan remained as unmovable as a mountain. Worse still, he could not even draw the latter's subordinate over.

His face flushed bright red in an instant in a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"D*mn it!"

He cursed under his breath, realizing that the gap in capabilities between him and Nathan was not as vast as he had imagined. He did not

possess the overwhelming

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