Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 3739

“Nathan, what you said before... You said that if you win, you won't annihilate Gods and that you would allow them to surrender. You promised to give them a chance at life...” Perhaps it was due to his impending demise, but Medille no longer possessed the commanding aura he once had.

At that very moment, he was like an old man on his deathbed, pleading with Nathan to spare his people.

After being defeated by Nathan, and his death was about to arrive, he had no worries left. His only fear was that after his death, Nathan would annihilate the Gods.

He couldn't stop worrying about the Gods. He believed that, without him, the Gods wouldn't be able to defeat Nathan, let alone Earth Alliance. His concerns were indeed valid.

It was a pity that he forgot the two armies were still in a standoff.

At that moment, countless God Warriors and native fighters were watching him.

They were watching him be defeated and pleading with Nathan to spare the Gods.

For a moment, a wave of pessimism and despair quickly spread throughout the Gods' army.

The God King had been defeated.

If even the God King was pleading with Nathan to spare his people, could they still continue to fight? Was there still a need to fight?

As such, they the army was considering surrendering.

At that moment, Medille was staring intently at Nathan, her face full of pleading.

The once kingpin of the universe surprisingly lowered himself, begging for a chance at survival for his people.

Nathan finally spoke in a measured tone. “I am a man of my word. If any Gods are willing to surrender, I promise to treat you kindly and spare your lives. Additionally, if they swear loyalty to me, I'll continue employing them to help me manage the Divine Realm!”

Nathan's voice wasn't loud, yet it traveled far, audible to everyone present.

With those words, he was not only agreeing to Medille's request but also making a promise to the entire city of Gods.

If they surrendered, then they would be spared.

However, if they refused, only death awaited them.

Medille, on his last grasp, upon hearing Nathan's words, finally relaxed.

A look of gratitude appeared on his face.

Nathan emerged victorious, agreeing not to annihilate the Gods. For the defeated Gods, that was already the best outcome they could hope for.

Then, Medille's neck slumped, and he died.

They had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge into battle with Dexter.

Nathan was gravely injured in the duel with the God King. He was at the end of his rope, barely holding on. Perhaps there was still hope for the Gods to triumph.

It was precisely with such a state of mind that the Gods' army charged forth once again.

Nathan's face was icy cold. It seems that without another round of slaughter and elimination of those tough nuts, the Gods will not easily surrender.

He waved his hand, commanding his subordinates behind him, which included Colin, Hepburn, Dido, Toothless, and Solo, to attack. “Strike them until they surrender!”

Upon hearing those words, Hepburn and the others immediately led their respective troops, charging out with an intense killing aura.

Once again, both armies plunged into chaos.

Nathan scanned the battlefield. Amidst the chaos, he saw Dexter leading a group of God Paladins, cutting down numerous vampire soldiers in their path and heading straight toward him.

Seeing the situation, Colin shouted, “Protect Commander Cross!”

Although Nathan was severely injured, he still said in a deep voice, “There's no need to protect me!”

After saying that, he strode toward Dexter with determination.