Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3708

When Nathan slashed the spaceship, he practically stirred up a hornet's nest.

The Divine Realm's fleet was sent into a fury, and a multitude of spaceships swarmed out, all determined to hunt down and eliminate Nathan.

Nathan moved with the agility of the wind, as swift as lightning. Amidst the deluge of enemy laser blasts, he expertly dodged and weaved through the chaos, making a desperate escape.

Fortunately, the enemy fleet didn't pursue Nathan for long before the Earth Fleet swiftly rushed over to offer support.

While the Earth Fleet's spaceships might not have been as technologically advanced as those of the Divine Realm, they possessed a crucial numerical advantage.

Both sides immediately engaged in intense combat.

In the skies above the West, the laser cannons of both fleets relentlessly intertwined in a ferocious exchange.

On the ground, in any corner of the West, laser cannon shells could be seen streaking across the sky like a meteor shower, accompanied by the rumbling sound of explosions, akin to muffled thunder.

This battle could be described as the Earth Fleet's most intense and ferocious engagement to date.

It raged on for a full day and night before gradually subsiding to a conclusion.

Of the Earth Fleet, which initially comprised over two hundred spaceships, fewer than one hundred remained standing.

Both Le Soleil and La Luna had been shot down and had crashed.

Even the flagship, God's Punisher Spaceship, endured several brutal hits and sustained substantial damage. Fortunately, God's Punisher Spaceship was renowned as one of the most advanced vessels, ultimately standing strong and persevering until the very end.

The fleets of The Formidable Five all endured significant losses, with at least half of their spaceships destroyed in the midst of battle.

However, the tremendous cost brought the victory in this battle.

The fleets led by Filo, Kilan, Dunn, and Fleming suffered total defeat.

Some enemy spaceships met a fiery demise, while others were compelled to execute emergency landings.

What made the situation even graver was that the Gods had suffered losses amounting to nearly a third of their forces in this battle. In their clan, where every member was a soldier, this conflict had diminished their numbers by a third.

For the Gods, who had an exceptionally low fertility rate, this could be considered nothing short of an epic catastrophe.

In Imperial Sphere of the Divine Realm, inside the grand hall of the Divine Palace, Medille stared at the four quivering Marshalls who knelt before him, his expression marked by profound shock.

He was extremely astonished and seething with anger. His voice, which was typically steady, now quivered as he demanded, “What did you just say? The Grand Marshall lost in a one-on-one duel with Nathan, and you all also failed in the aerial battle against the enemy fleet. And now, the ground forces have been defeated by Earth's vampire army as well? How many battles have you lost? You've squandered all the wealth our clan amassed over thousands of years!”

Filo was acutely aware that this battle had dealt a devastating blow, severely weakening the vitality of the Gods.

He didn't dare to plead for his life and could only lie prostrate on the ground, his voice trembling as he admitted, “We have suffered a crushing defeat, and our sins are beyond redemption. We do not dare to seek your forgiveness. Your Majesty, please, punish us as you see fit!”

Medille roared, “Well said. Your sin is indeed unforgivable!”

He then commanded, “Drag these four out and behead them!”