Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3474

Upon seeing Heptakill, the soldiers on the scene couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, “Commander Heptakill!”

The square-faced captain, who narrowly escaped death and was still in a state of shock, quickly approached, saluting Heptakill. “Commander, they...”

Heptakill raised his hand, signaling the captain to hold his tongue, as he was already aware of the situation.

He waved his hand. “These guys, they're too powerful for you to handle. Everyone, step back; watch how I take care of them.”

The captain and the soldiers, all with faces full of excitement, unanimously responded, “Yes!”

Seeing the situation, Mila sneered, “You're planning to deal with us? How amusing!”

With fury in his tiger-like eyes, Heptakill strode forward without wasting any words, heading straight toward Mila and the other Gods.

Mila understood that Heptakill had no intention of using weapons or equipment.

For the Gods, who had always revered martial strength, lived in a high-tech civilization yet still had the passion for one-on-one combat, this was seen as an implicit challenge.

She sneered, “You're Heptakill, right? Since you're not using a weapon, I won't use one either.”

After speaking, she deactivated the laser weapon on her wrist that resembled a watch and also turned off the lightsword in her hand. Then, she put away the hilt of the sword and strode toward Heptakill.

She was a God within the Divine Realm, her status surpassing that of Demigods.

She was determined to defeat the powerful human standing before her, to prove that her race was stronger than humanity, and to wash away the disgrace of the Demigods being captured by humans.

After she finished speaking, she took a step forward.

With just a single step, she appeared several meters away from where she once was, as if she had teleported right in front of Heptakill.

Swoosh!

With a swift motion, she raised her hand, aiming straight for Heptakill's neck. She intended to take him down with a single, clean strike.

With a cold huff, Heptakill parried the incoming attack. He raised his left hand, sturdily blocking this fierce strike from Mila.

“Huh?”

Mila, who initially thought she could win with a single strike, couldn't help but gasp when her hand was blocked by Heptakill. At the same time, she realized that the human man in front of her was much stronger than she had imagined.

“Interesting!”

Her reaction was fast, immediately launching a kick that was aimed straight at Heptakill's head as fast as lightning.

Her movements were as fierce as a tiger, and as swift as a cheetah.

An average elite human might only last a few moves before their eventual defeat by her.

After saying that, he no longer held back. Unleashing his true strength, he landed three solid punches on Mila.

Boom, boom, boom.

Three booms shook the ground like thunder.

Although Mila was a God, she couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy and disoriented, her blood churning after taking three direct hits from Heptakill.

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Heptakill swiftly closed the distance between them and delivered a fierce elbow strike, brutally hitting Mila right in the face.

Thwack!

Heptakill's sharp elbow struck Mila's face.

In an instant, Mila's face was covered with fresh blood.

Mila was injured, and she retreated with a painful groan. Blue blood splattered all over the ground. The blue fluid shimmered with an eerie glow as it pooled on the floor, making the scene particularly strange.

The Gods, including Gryffen, never expected that Heptakill could defeat Mila. They all wore different expressions.

Heptakill defeated Mila, but he didn't continue to attack his enemy while he had the upper hand. He stood proudly, pointed at Gryffen, and said with a disdainful and domineering tone, “I can't be bothered to fight your underlings. I want to fight you. Come here and fight me!”

Gryffen, hands clasped behind his back, chuckled lightly. “How interesting!”