Salute to the General novel Chapter 2800

Even though the werewolves and vampires were arch-enemies that could never see eye-to-eye—so much so that slaughtering one another was run-of-the-mill— the werewolves had to grudgingly admit the vampires' had powerful capabilities. In fact, the overall strength of a vampire was even above that of a werewolf.

After all, vampires had long life spans.

They could easily live up to centuries. With such a long life, naturally, they had more than sufficient time to strengthen their abilities.

Under usual circumstances, a vampire warrior could withstand attacks from three werewolf warriors.

A vampire prince could fight with three or more werewolf elders at once.

In most cases, werewolves were the ones on the losing end when their opponents were vampires.

At that moment, Moab and the other werewolves didn't know whether they should be elated or depressed at Nathan's blatant disregard for the vampires.

Moab glared at Nathan. “Nathan, I admit you're the strongest human I've ever met. Maybe even Max's combat power can’t compare to yours. Either way, one of us will have to die tonight. Let’s put an end to this!”

Nathan narrowed his eyes at Moab. “Fine with me!”

Moab took in a deep breath and crouched down slightly to gather his energy.

As Moab began to accumulate his power, the air surrounding him started to distort, and an aura of destruction radiated from him, shrouding the entire ship.

Not only did the humans sense the lethal aura, but even the werewolves were panicking.

Colin reminded the Elite Eight, “This guy is planning to fight with his life on the line. Everyone retreat as far as you can! Be on your guard!”

Jurgis and his subordinates were shaking like a leaf.

Meanwhile, the werewolf warriors began to fidget from uneasiness like how dogs would whine and tuck their tails in between their trembling legs before disaster struck.

Everyone could see Moab was planning to unleash his ace in the hole.

Nathan watched as Moab amassed his power, preparing to unleash his strongest attack yet.

Nathan called, “Colin, throw me the sword.”

Without a moment of hesitation, Colin immediately flung The Unsullied to him.

Nathan grabbed the hilt of the sword and stood with his head held high. He pointed his sword toward the ground and yelled, “Let's fight!”

Moab had already finished gathering his energy and straightened to his full height. He let out a howl.