Salute To The General

Chapter 3164



There were many flags among the werewolf clan's army. Every flag either represented a werewolf War God, a chief, or the high priest. One flag that was over ten meters tall with a thick flagpole was held by a werewolf warrior over two hundred and fifty centimeters tall.

Even though the flag was fluttering wildly in the wind, the towering and formidable werewolf warrior clutched it with ease as though it weighed nothing and marched forward confidently.

Raytor, the Alpha Wolf, rode atop a powerful wolf, which ambled forward slowly beneath the fluttering flag.

He was flanked by Steen, the high priest, and countless werewolf elites who were tasked to protect him.

The horn sounded.

Several hundred meters away from the town, the werewolf clan came to a stop when they heard the horn.

However, their army had already surrounded the town.

The town's armed helicopter soared into the sky, its heavy arsenal of Gatling guns and other weapons trained on the werewolf army below.

Among the werewolf army, Raytor lifted his head to stare at the armed helicopter helmed by the humans.

His gaze then shifted to the solitary town that had been surrounded by the werewolves.

Observing the anxious expressions of the humans atop the wall, he ultimately diverted his attention toward a towering figure.

The tall figure was none other than Nathan.

Nathan stood tall and calm, his gaze meeting Raytor's from his position on the city's towering wall several meters high.

They locked gazes, staring at each other intently. The tension was palpable.

Slowly, Raytor parted his lips to ask, "Are you Nathan Cross, Eurasia's God of War?"

Nathan regarded him indifferently. "Are you Raytor, the Alpha Wolf of the werewolf clan?"

Raytor's voice boomed. "You know who I am and what I'm capable of. So why do you and the humans in this town continue to resist? Surrender now and accept your fate."

He was arrogant enough to ask Nathan and the other humans to surrender to him.

Before Nathan could reply, the Adrunian warriors in the armed helicopter hovering above the town went cold in a fury.

Assuming they were safe from the werewolves as they were hovering midair, everyone in the helicopter took action without seeking Nathan's approval.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The helicopter fired two missiles, aiming for Raytor.

On the defensive wall, Nathan furrowed his brows.

Most of the humans weren't his subordinates, so he couldn't stop them from taking action on their own.

Deep down, Nathan shook his head. They aren't my soldiers and won't listen to my orders.

Right then, the missiles were about to reach Raytor.

Nevertheless, Raytor remained seated on his wolf and ignored the incoming missiles.

None of Raytor's subordinates bothered moving out of the way.

Nathan could barely hide his surprise at their reaction.

All of a sudden, he noticed Steen taking action.

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A strange scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

In an instant, a transparent large hand manifested midair.

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The invisible large hand reached out and grabbed the two missiles in the air.

Boom! Boom!

The missiles exploded in the air instantaneously.

Everyone inside the town gaped incredulously at the sight.

Hepburn blurted out, "This is Steen, the high priest of the werewolf clan.

He is proficient in the are let

witchcraft!"

Raytor watched as Steen stopped the missiles.

He shot an icy glare at the helicopter hovering in the air above the town and gave a wave with his left arm.

A werewolf warrior got his hint and stepped out, holding a long iron spear.

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Berewolf observed the hovering

helicopter, took a deep breath, and

his long spear out with roar.

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Whoosh!

The long spear headed straight for the helicopter.