Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3279

Deep within Hellfire Canyon, a fierce confrontation raged between humans and vampires. The clash between Leopold and Parkhurst had reached its climax. With a sneer, Parkhurst taunted, “Today, the so-called human War God will witness the true power of Earth's mightiest creature and learn who the true dominator is.” As his words hung in the air, he tightly gripped a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing and swiftly launched it toward Leopold. Leopold responded with a low growl, swiftly brandishing his sword and bracing himself for the fight.

Clang!

The clash of Parkhurst's dagger against Leopold's sword produced a crisp, resonating sound. Parkhurst's movements were as elusive as a ghost, transforming into several shadows in an instant. Each shadow possessed substance, resembling multiple mirror clones. They encircled Leopold, launching a frenzied onslaught.

Caught off guard, Leopold was taken aback. Swirling his sword, he unleashed waves of sword aura. However, he couldn't fully withstand the relentless assault from Parkhurst's Mirror Clones.

Bzzt!

A gash appeared on Leopold's back.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Two more wounds appeared on his chest and left arm, instantly drenching him in blood. Parkhurst's cold laughter echoed in his ears, “Hehe, we vampires are always true to our word. When I said I would tear you apart with a thousand cuts, I meant every word.”

In the past, Nathan had defeated him in the fighting arena of Remdik, earning the title of the strongest human War God. Though Leopold didn't voice his objections, he still carried a deep desire to compete and validate his own worth. However, it was this very obsession that led him and his Infernal Warriors into the treacherous trap of Hellfire Canyon, facing the imminent threat of annihilation.

Regret came too late for Leopold. He wasn't afraid of death himself, but he felt guilty for dragging thirty thousand of his brothers to their graves alongside him. He couldn't help but lamented, “I regret not obeying Commander Cross' orders!”

Parkhurst gazed at the blood-soaked Leopold, resembling a matador contemplating a bull that had been impaled countless times by his sword and teetering on the brink of death. “Hehe, you should regret not surrendering when I persuaded you to. If there's a next life, remember not to cross paths with vampires.”

With those words, he raised the dagger in his hand, and his figure vanished into thin air. In the next moment, he reappeared before Leopold, the dagger transforming into a cold gleam aimed directly at his throat. Helplessly, Leopold watched as the dagger approached steadily, growing larger with each passing second. He wanted to dodge, but found himself powerless to do so. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, waiting for death.