Salute to the General novel Chapter 3178

Herod frowned as he swirled the liquid in his glass. “The werewolves are too weak and cowardly to be our allies. What excuse did they come up with after their defeat?”

The vampire said in a soft voice, “Steen said that the authority of humans is unquestionable. Their War God, Nathan Cross, is unrivaled. He told you to give up before it's too late, lest we vampires meet our doom.”

Crack!

A cold glint flashed across Herod's eyes. He tightened his grip on the glass in his hand, crushing it into smithereens.

Sharp shards of glass pierced his palm, causing blood to cover his hands.

With a wave of his hand, all the glass fragments and blood in his palm flew to the floor. Plumes of thick smoke started rising from the stone-paved floor, and the brick tiles were soon eroded away.

The skin on Herod's bloodied hand, however, recovered in the blink of an eye, and his palm appeared as fair and smooth as a young girl's.

Seeing how Herod flew into a rage, anger surged within Lyanna, too. She shouted, “The audacity of Steen to say something like that! He and his weredogs had their tails tucked between their legs after getting defeated by Nathan. Do they think we'll be as weak as they are? Patriarch Herod, the treacherous weredogs have betrayed us and disrespected you. I suggest we send a prince and a troop to the mountains to teach those werewolves a lesson. Let them understand the consequences of disrespecting us!”

Herod, on the other hand, had already regained his composure. He let his gaze wander to the sand table, studying the temporary headquarters of the Hundred Nations Gods of War Alliance and also the headquarter of the Curia, Salinsburgh.

After a minute of silence, he stated coldly, “I have always regarded the werewolf clan with disdain. Now that our clan has expanded, they've become even more insignificant in my eyes. Our main target is humans, so I don't want to complicate the issue by adding the werewolves into the mix. Once we defeat the humans, we'll then focus on obliterating the werewolves.”

Lyanna immediately voiced her agreement. “Yes, you're right, Patriarch Herod. I can't wait to see the looks on those weredogs' faces when we win the war against humans.”

Herod kept his gaze locked on Salinsburgh's location on the sand table as the image of Nathan crossed his mind.

With an icy tone, he continued, “The werewolf clan has retreated. We'll push on. We'll do what the werewolves are scared of doing. We'll kill the ones they didn't dare to lay a hand on. Notify the thirteen clans and the princes on the battlefield. Whoever brings me Nathan Cross' head, I'll grant them a drop of my blood. I officially announce the kill order on Nathan Cross. I hope I'll hear the good news of someone defeating him soon.”