Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 2941

At Heavenly City in Doom Canyon of Ariarica, a tiltrotor military aircraft flew past the customs and slowly landed on the helipad.

Cyan, who was covered in blood, was holding onto his chest as he jumped off the aircraft and landed unsteadily on the ground.

The fully armed men in black hurried over, and two tried to support him.

However, Cyan shoved them away and cried out anxiously, “Who's the one in charge today? I have something urgent to report to the superiors.”

One of the men in black said, “Sir, Allfather is in charge today.”

Allfather!

He was the ultimate person in charge of Heavenly City's Project Ragnarok.

Cyan promptly said, “Quick, bring me to Allfather! I want to report this to him myself!”

Soon, the soldiers in black escorted Cyan to the deeper parts of Heavenly City.

The hall of Heavenly City was as luxurious as a king's palace, but at the same time, it was also futuristic.

In other words, the place was like a high-tech palace.

A figure was on the throne.

The person was completely concealed by their black cape, so no one could see their face, only their eyes, which were as cold as the stars far in the universe.

There was also black mist shrouding him, making him look mysterious and formidable.

Cyan dared not look into the figure's eyes. As he endured the pain from his injuries, he hurried to the throne and went on his knees.

“Cyan of Room of Taurus, Heavenly City, greets Allfather.”

The man concealed in the black cape spoke in a booming voice. “Why have you come?”

With his head still lowered, Cyan said, “I was under Dean Chev's orders to head to Wallera discreetly to take Nathan Cross' head with five other comrades.”

Cyan then explained the matter in the shortest time possible.

That thought made his face turn ashen.

Right as he lifted his hand and was about to dig out the bullet in his wound, Allfather uttered, “It's already too late. There's no need for you to stay here anymore.”

With that, Allfather lifted his left hand and grabbed the air.

As if he was gripped by an invisible hand, Cyan was lifted off the ground.

The pain was written all over his face as he begged, “Allfather, please have mercy on me...”

Allfather curled the fingers of his left hand in one quick motion, and Cyan's body exploded into a cloud of mist.

A bullet flew out of the bloody mist and landed in Allfather's left hand.

None of the soldiers in black dared to lift their heads or make any noise.

After Allfather studied the bullet, he realized that it was indeed a specially-made bullet with a tracking function. Instantly, he bellowed, “Idiots! I shouldn't have expected anything from fools like you!”