Salute To The General
Chapter 3600 Slaying Gods

Behind Nathan, those eight wings slowly flapped, creating small black whirlwinds around his body. It looked as if several miniature black dragons were circling him, a sight that inspired awe in those who saw it. He looked indifferently at the Gulliver in front of him and said coldly, "The so-called power of God, I've already experienced it. Now, it's time for you to witness the power of my god-slaying abilities." God-slaying abilities? Gulliver's expression dramatically changed.

After Nathan finished speaking, he had already raised the Rose Thorn Saber in his hand.

The Rose Thorn Sword, infused with the power from Nathan's body, immediately began to hum and tremble. Its sound was akin to the roar of a dragon.

At the same time, the eight wings on Nathan's back flapped fiercely. Immediately after, his body shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Gulliver. Gulliver was struck with terror, but there was nowhere to hide and no place to escape.

He only had four wings, and Nathan had eight wings. Gulliver couldn't outrun his opponent. His only chance of survival was to fight desperately. Hence, with a low growl, he unfurled the four wings on his back, fearlessly charging toward Nathan.

Whoosh!

The lightsword in his hand transformed into a streak of flowing light, meeting Nathan's Rose Thorn Saber head-on. Clang!

The two weapons clashed, sword tip against sword tip, ringing out a sharp noise that stunned the entire audience.

The next moment, the lightsword in Gulliver's hand was shattered by Nathan's Rose Thorn Saber.

The lightsword shattered into fragments, scattering and falling like a rain of stars.

Gulliver's pupils suddenly constricted, a sense of dread filling his heart. No!

As soon as Nathan's Rose Thorn Saber shattered Gulliver's light sword, it swiftly pierced into Gulliver's chest. Nathan then immediately retracted it.

Nathan and Gulliver passed by each other, their figures crossing paths.

Then, with his back to Gulliver, Nathan's eight wings began to flutter slowly, suspending his body in mid-air.

Gulliver, behind Nathan, took a hit from Nathan's sword. It felt as if all his strength was drained in an instant.

All he could manage was a few feeble flaps of his wings in the air, and then, like a goose struck by a bullet, he plummeted harshly toward the ground. Boom!

Gulliver fell heavily to the ground.

"Grand Admiral Gulliver!"

Upon witnessing that scene, Oleg

and the other Gods felt as if they were watching a god fall. It was as if their inner faith had suddenly е

collapsed, and they couldn't help but cry out in sorrow.

They were rushing toward Gulliver, intending to help him up.

However, Gulliver raised his hand and uttered with much difficulty, "Don't come near me!"

Upon hearing that, Oleg and the other Gods immediately halted their steps.

Gulliver struggled to his feet, standing upright.

He glanced down at his chest,

down

noticing a small speck of blood over his heart. But it was blue, a vibrant

blue, and it was gushing out wilde

like a blood fountain. Such a terrifying wound, such a deadly

swerd injury.

He lifted his head, casting a despairing glance at Nathan in the air. For the first time, he felt the presence of a powerful entity in the universe that even the Gods could not defeat. Gulliver felt his life rapidly slipping away, so he seized that final moment to do whatever he could.

With difficulty, he pressed the combat monitor on his wrist, initiating communication with the God King, Medille.

The connection was linked very quickly.

The figure of Medille appeared on the wrist combat monitor.

Medille looked at Gulliver with a complex expression. His eyes, filled with anger, self-blame, and regret, seemed to say everything even though he didn't utter a word. Gulliver understood the meaning behind that glance.

He had come to terms with the God King sending him to Earth to meet his end.

However, with every last bit of his strength, he said, "God King, Earth cannot be defeated. Our Gods are sparse in numbers. We cannot afford to wage such an

unpredictable war. Even if we win, Gods will suffer too many losses, leading to our destruction. Let's retreat!"

He practically roared out his final words, then abruptly collapsed, falling heavily to the ground, dead.