Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3213

The next day, more than half of the team members had already been picked.

That included Colin and Sevan. It was only natural for both of them to join Nathan.

As usual, the Curia sent two of Nathan's nodding acquaintances, Betty and Daveth, to set off with him.

Other ten-odd names on the list were made up of Adrune's Gods of War. They, too, volunteered to team up with Nathan.

Just like that, fifteen out of twenty names of the special operations unit had been decided. They were only short of five more.

“Only five spots are left, Wolfric. How many fighters are you bringing along?” asked Nathan placidly as he observed Wolfric.

A snort then escaped the latter's lips. “My guys will be filling in all five remaining spots.”

Curiosity got the better of Nathan, compelling him to say, “Oh? I wonder who they may be.”

Looking up, Wolfric gazed at the sky far beyond the horizon and remarked coldly, “Look. Here they come.”

Up above the sky so high, the most advanced armed helicopter from Ariarica came into sight.

Nathan and the rest were astonished. Never in a million years would they expect Wolfric to get help from Ariarica.

As it turned out, Wolfric could never let his guard down around Nathan.

The night before, he had gotten in touch with Ariarica's president, Bryon, to request assistance from some of the mightiest generals they currently had in the army for fear that Nathan might stab him in the back once they were all in the vampire-occupied territory.

Right then, the helicopter arrived above the field of the alliance's headquarters.

Even so, it did not seem like it was about to land any time soon.

Just when Nathan and the gang were bemused, what they saw next astounded them to the point of no return.

Swoosh!

A graceful figure leaped out of that helicopter, hanging dozens of meters high up in the sky.

Ah! Goodness gracious! This is madness!

The second his feet touched the ground, a crater formed beneath his feet, accompanied by a deafening sound.

Upon a closer look at the man's face, Colin was startled once more. “This guy is all the more prominent. He goes by the name Peder, and he's the best of the best in the Ariarican army. So far, he has yet to be bested by anyone. There was even a time when he challenged Max to a duel. Sadly, Max was a Five-star General at that time, so he didn't spar with Peder due to their difference in status. It's because Max ignored Peder's challenge that speculation has been circulating throughout the Ariarican army—when it comes to combat prowess, Peder is the next-generation whizz that even Max is in awe of him.”

Nathan sneaked a peek at Peder from a distance and commented nothing.

Bam!

Again, three more figures jumped down from the helicopter and landed on the ground. None of them had come with an assertion any less domineering.

The trio was Peder's comrades, better known as Punk, Karl, and Esther.

In terms of combat power, those three were second to no other in the whole Ariarican army.

After dropping off all five of them, the helicopter departed with a loud whirring sound.

Monica and the group made a beeline for the spot Wolfric was standing and saluted him in unison. “Admiral Welz!”