Salute To The General
Chapter 3318 The Sword God Of Vampire

The resounding roar reverberated through the air, reaching the ears of both the vampire army and the human alliance assembled on the vast plains to the east and west of the mountain. The vampire army couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness creeping over them. In contrast, among the ranks of the human alliance, many warriors couldn't contain their excitement and cheered one after another.

As the faint sounds reached the ears of Wolfric, Eiken, Tyrell, and the other War Gods, they caught wind of Nathan's accomplishment in securing the first kill of the day, and it was none other than a vampire duke. The news caused them to furrow their brows slightly. For a moment, a mixture of envy and jealousy filled their hearts. Eiken couldn't help but turn his head and admonish the exuberant soldiers of the alliance, saying, "What's all this shouting about? Why are you so overly excited? It's just the demise of a vampire duke. Based on your cheers, one would think we had slain the Patriarch of the vampires himself."

Eiken's words, as soon as they were uttered, immediately ruffled the feathers of several alliance soldiers, leaving them displeased and agitated. At that moment, Shadow Widow retorted with anger, "Jetroina's God of War, what do you mean by that? The commander-in- chief defeating a high-ranking enemy is certainly a cause for celebration, isn't it? Are you suggesting that you want the commander-in-chief to lose and are secretly rooting for the vampires?"

The alliance soldiers present were filled with a sense of righteous indignation upon hearing those words. Eiken, feeling a sense of guilt, hastily clarified his statement, explaining, "Everyone, please understand. What I meant was that the battle is still ongoing, and the commander-in-chief has only won one battle. Let's not get overly excited just yet. We should reserve our celebration and cheers for when we achieve a complete victory." Shadow Widow let out a contemptuous snort. "How small-minded you are!"

At that point, the alliance soldiers decided not to continue arguing with Eiken. They no longer paid attention to Eiken's words, instead, they redirected their focus to the ongoing battle at the summit of God's Palm.

At the pinnacle of God's Palm, Yelchin's corpse was swiftly dragged to the side by several vampires. Nathan remained composed, his hands still behind his back as he calmly addressed Gregg and the other elite vampires, his voice carrying a hint of indifference. "Who will step forward next?"

Gregg and the other elite vampires regained their composure after the initial shock wore off. Gregg turned his head, fixing his gaze on Joshua and Verhand. Meeting his intense gaze, Joshua and Verhand shared a momentary understanding. They then exchanged glances. Joshua remarked, "It appears that we must handle this battle personally. Verhand, would you like to take the lead, or shall I?"

Verhand's deep voice resonated with confidence as he declared, "Allow me to take charge."

At the end of his sentence, with a steady stride, Verhand confidently walked forward, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Taking a position just eight meters away from Nathan as well, Verhand maintained a cold and indifferent expression. His gaze locked with Nathan's as he spoke in an icy tone. "I, Verhand, the vampire swordsman, hereby challenge you. Please enlighten me with your skills."

In contrast to Yelchin's earlier arrogance, Verhand displayed a much more respectful and polite demeanor. However, at that moment, Verhand emitted a subtle yet significantly more powerful aura than what Yelchin had displayed. Yelchin resembled an unsheathed blade, its sharpness apparent at first sight. However, Verhand resembled a sword on the brink of being unsheathed, ready but not yet unleashed.

Despite his restrained demeanor, the aura of menace and dominance he emitted was even more potent. Nathan's gaze shifted to Verhand, and a rare seriousness flickered in his eyes. He spoke calmly. "I have long heard from the Pope about a renowned sword expert among the vampires, Verhand.

It is said that you have lived for five centuries, and three hundred years ago, you were already hailed as the Sword God. I never imagined that today I would have the privilege of facing off against an elite who attained godlike status three hundred years ago. Personally, I consider it a great honor."

Verhand's voice remained icy cold, devoid of any emotion. "To me, fighting against you is not an honor. It is only through your death that honor can be attained."

Nathan smiled and responded, "Very well, let us give our best and leave no room for regrets."

Verhand nodded in acknowledgment, and with a distinct click, he unsheathed his sword. In the dim light, the blade emanated a subtle crimson glow, its frigid presence commanding respect. With the unveiling of his sword, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to cool by a few degrees, as if touched by the icy breath of Verhand's blade. Verhand's voice carried a chilling coldness as he spoke.

"This sword is known as Bloodlust. If I meet my end by your hand, I hope you will cherish it. But if I prevail and claim your life, I will treat your sword with the utmost respect."

Nathan's calm response echoed through the air.

"I have no inclination to collect my opponents' swords as trophies. When I defeat you, your sword will remain with you in eternal rest beneath the ground."

Verhand, who had always kept a stoic expression, couldn't help but cast a deep gaze at Nathan in response to his words. He nodded resolutely and declared, "Very well, if I slay you, your sword shall be laid to rest alongside you. Let the battle begin."