Salute To The General

Max stood there, momentarily stunned by Gregg's unexpected proposition. Max's initial shock quickly turned into realization and frustration. He cursed silently in his mind, berating Gregg for his cunning tactics of not taking the lead himself and putting the burden on Max instead. However, he had learnt his lessons.

Recently, Max had been experiencing a string of defeats against Nathan, and it fueled his desire to defeat him and redeem himself. Despite that, as a result of his recent string of losses, he had grown wiser. His demeanor had become tempered, no longer showcasing his previous brashness, but instead adopting a more polished and diplomatic approach. With a smile on his face, Max responded, "Marshall, if this were a personal duel, I would eagerly step forward and confront Nathan. Even in defeat, I would embrace it without regrets. However, today's battle carries the weight of the entire vampire army at the foot of the mountain. I cannot make a hasty decision that would determine their fate. It is a responsibility that goes beyond my life, and I cannot bear that burden alone." He continued, "Furthermore, considering my previous defeats at Nathan's hands, leading the charge and ending up defeated would only tarnish our reputation.

Therefore, I propose that our stronger comrades, such as Joshua and Verhand, take the forefront. It would be ideal if they could settle the outcome with a decisive battle." Gregg harbored a longstanding dislike for Max, and this time, he employed reverse psychology, hoping to provoke Max into taking on Nathan as the first challenger. However, to his surprise, Max displayed an unprecedented level of thick skin and stubbornness, adamantly refusing to be the first to engage in the battle.

Frustrated with Max's refusal, Gregg muttered curses under his breath, considering the former a cunning scoundrel. He then shifted his attention to Joshua and Verhand, challenging them, "So, who among you dares to step forward and face this formidable opponent?" Before Joshua and Verhand could express their thoughts, a resounding response echoed from the ranks of elite vampires standing behind them. "Marshal, allow me to take the lead and vanquish that beast." Amidst the bewildered gazes of Max and the others, a robust middle-aged male vampire stepped forward, his towering figure emanating an aura of authority. He stood towering at a height of two meters and twenty centimeters. Meanwhile, his shoulders were two meters wide.

His physique resembled that of a mighty mountain, with robust and muscular limbs that exuded strength. His head was of immense proportions, and the lack of a distinct neck only added to his imposing presence. He was none other than Yelchin, the chief duke under Gregg's command, also known as Duke Lionheart. Upon witnessing Yelchin's willingness to take on the challenge, Gregg was momentarily stunned, but a spark of excitement ignited in his eyes.

Yelchin possessed immense power,

his existence spanning over three hundred years. Throughout his long life, he had engaged in countless ferocious battles, emerging victorious against all his adversaries without fail During his numerous battles, once, Yelchin found himself face-to-face with several renowned and powerful individuals from the Curia when being at war with the latter. Just when it seemed like Yelchin was on the verge of defeat, he would tap into his hidden reserves of power, unleashing his terrifying potential at the precipice of life and death, ultimately

overcoming his opponents. Even the late King-Class vampire, Lux, once praised Yelchin, acknowledging his formidable abilities. Lux remarked, "In a regular contest, I might have the advantage over you, but in a battle where life and death are at stake, I cannot guarantee my superiority."

Clearly, Yelchin stood as a War God among the vampires. With a wide grin on his face, Gregg couldn't contain his delight as he witnessed Yelchin stepping forward, volunteering to lead the charge and face Nathan in battle. He praised, "Duke Lionheart, you truly embody the spirit of a War God among vampires. You are fearless in the face of any enemy. All right, you may take the lead."

Gregg proclaimed with confidence, "Let these bipedal lambs before us witness whether their so-called strongest God of War, Nathan, is truly formidable or if our vampire War God, Yelchin, surpasses him." Yelchin's face lit up with a delighted smile upon hearing Gregg's agreement. His voice resonated with power and determination as he spoke.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Marshal, I am grateful for the opportunity you have bestowed upon me. I promise you I will not disappoint. I shall sever Nathan's head and demonstrate to these bipedal lambs the true might of the vampire race."

Upon hearing Yelchin's resolute words, the elite vampires present at the scene were all inspired by Yelchin's courage. Their voices resonated with unity and fervor as they chanted in unison, "Lord Lionheart, Lord Lionheart, Lord Lionheart!"

Yelchin basked in the adoring cheers

of his comrades, relishing the

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moment. Amidst the resounding cheers, Yelchin confidently advanced toward Nathan, halting just eight meters away from the latter With his head held high, he proclaimed in a thunderous voice, "Nathan, I am Yelchin, Duke Lionheart of the vampires, and I hereby challenge you. Prepare to face your inevitable demise."