Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 996

"No wonder you and your guards could break the prison so easily... Defeating me with a single punch... the appearance of the Eighteen Riders... All because you're the God of War!"

Kingsley's voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Suddenly, many Volkian soldiers who were still fighting hard even though they were on the verge of losing lost their fighting spirit. They dropped their weapons and conceded defeat immediately.

Kingsley's words hit Zizan's heart mercilessly like a bullet.

The latter stiffened. Fear and disbelief filled his eyes.

Nathan Cross was the General of the North!

He could not accept this terrifying truth. His voice trembled, "No way...

Impossible...”

What Kingsley did next disappointed him

to the core.

The Volkian lost his right arm, but that did not stop him from crawling toward Nathan and seeking his forgiveness. "Please spare my life, God of War! Please!"

Kingsley's men also dropped their weapons and kneeled before him in fear.

Nathan mocked, "You're begging me for forgiveness? I thought you were proud of yourself when you worked with Zizan Barton and William to detain my wife and Professor Hampton illegally? Didn't you boastfully threaten to kill us all? Yet, you're begging me to spare you?”

Kingsley kowtowed repeatedly and said in a shaky voice, "We didn't know you're the God of War. If I knew your identity earlier, I wouldn't have agreed to help William and Zizan!"

Nathan responded with a mirthless laugh.

He turned around, looked at Zizan, and sneered, "What do you think of the view here?"

The color drained out of the latter's face. Droplets of sweat rolling down his face, and he could not articulate.

When he came with Kingsley and an army of Volkian soldiers to ambush them, he told Nathan the view here was scenic, and it would be a nice burial ground for him.

Now, Nathan hurled the same question back at him.

Zizan and his men were slaughtered.

He paid a large sum to hire the Volkians to kill Nathan.

Never in a million years did he expect he would die under the hands of the Volkian soldiers.

When Kingsley saw his men had finally

gotten rid of Zizan, he and his men immediately turned from ruthless wolves to harmless little lambs. They looked at Nathan with hopeful eyes, waiting for him to let them go.

Nathan waved his hands. "Get lost now, and I don't want people to discuss a thing about what happened here today!”

Kingsley was relieved, and he promised to keep this a secret. He did not want to embarrass himself either.

Like dogs that lost in a fight, Kingsley and his men then scuttled away.

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