Nathan said, “I feel bad for your subordinates to be fighting for a cold-blooded creature like you.”
Max had a cigarette between his lips, the smoke circling his face and adding a sense of mystery to his aggressive features.
With a smile that did not reach his eyes, he said, “Once the night has passed, the people will bathe in the warm sunlight. Will they remember the darkness they were in the night before? No, they won't. It's the same theory. As long as I kill you, the God of War of Eurasia, Ariarica, and maybe even the entire Adrune, will see me as a hero. Who would care about how many subordinates I've sacrificed to achieve that by then? Am I right?”
Nathan turned to look at the spot a short distance away where the remaining soldiers of the Ghost Ship were. In a calm tone, he said to them, “This is your general—the person you work and die for. I don't know what you feel about this, but I feel bad for you.”
By then, the soldiers of the Ghost Ship were already frightened out of their wits after witnessing Nathan's terrifying combat prowess. They were no longer motivated to fight.
Upon hearing Nathan's words, all of them turned toward Max with resentful gazes.
Then, they all chose to throw away their weapons.
The God of War of Eurasia was already such a formidable opponent who they were reluctant to face, and Max's words only pushed them closer to a mental breakdown.
They were calling it quits; they were forfeiting the battle.
A general like him was not worth giving up their lives for.
However, Max never expected the defeated soldiers to fight for him anyway.
As he said earlier, as long as he killed Nathan at the end of the day, nothing else mattered.
With his cold eyes fixed on Nathan, he then said, “There's no need for you to try to dispirit them. I never expected these losers to help me out, so save your breath.”
At that, Nathan answered, “I'm only expressing my thoughts.”
Max sneered. “Save your pity for your trip to hell!”
“Bring it on, then.” Nathan tilted his chin up.
Max was a sly man. He was most proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Although he felt that he was rather skilled with firearms and melee weapons, he was sure that he was not as impressive as Nathan.
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