Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3476

When Nathan saw Gryffen and his group of Gods, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Previously, only three Gods came.

He didn't expect that this time there would be around ten to twenty of them!

Moreover, it seemed that these Gods were even more powerful than the Demigods he encountered before.

Soon, Nathan noticed Heptakill, who was injured nearby. His face immediately darkened, his eyes filled with wrath toward the Gods and concern for Heptakill.

At this moment, Heptakill, despite his injuries, came over with a few of his subordinates and said with shame, “Greetings, Chief Cross!”

Nathan asked, “How are your injuries?”

Heptakill reluctantly said, “They're not fatal!”

After saying that, he could bear it no longer, and on the spot, he let out a cry, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the stifling discomfort in his chest surprisingly eased up, lessening his distress somewhat.

Nevertheless, Nathan, along with the surrounding warriors and foreign God of Wars like Wolfric and Leopold, all had their expressions change.

Everyone knew about the strength of Heptakill.

He was seriously injured by the Gods, which just proved how terrifying these aliens were.

Especially for Wolfric and Leopold, who had already suffered at the hands of the aliens, their expressions were particularly strange. They looked at Gryffen and his group of Gods with full faces of apprehension, unable to suppress a rising sense of fear within them.

Nathan was the only one with anger in his eyes.

Heptakill was his most trusted subordinate and also one of his most capable generals.

He was furious that the Gods dared to injure his subordinate.

He asked in a deep voice, “Who hurt you?”

The voice was filled with anger, the tone protective, much like a father questioning who had bullied his child.

Heptakill felt a strong sense of care and protection from Nathan.

He felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Usually a ruthless killer, he who was always so imposing and domineering was now like a child. He raised his hand and pointed at Gryffen, who was not far away, saying in a frustrated tone, “Him!”

Nathan's gaze fell on Gryffen, his voice cold as he said, “You're as good as dead.”

Gryffen, who was shrouded in his cloak, chuckled lightly. “Oh, is that so? If I'm not mistaken, you must be Nathan, right?”