“What did Nathan send you here to do?”
Gregg sat in the Marshall’s seat, looking indifferently at Sevan. He didn't even bother to ask Sevan's name; to a vampire, humans were nothing more than bipedal lambs. Who would ask for the name of a lamb awaiting slaughter?
Sevan glared at Gray.
“To pass on a message!” Gregg's lips curved into a cold smirk.
“What message did Nathan ask you to pass on?”
Sevan replied, “My master mentioned that if you don't want your hundreds of thousands of elite subordinates to die miserably, he can offer you an opportunity.”
Grey frowned, “What does that mean?” Sevan continued, “You can use the most ancient method and the smallest cost to resolve this battle.”
“And what method is that?” Gregg asked.
“My master awaits you at the peak of God's Palm, ready to accept the challenge of any powerful vampires,” Sevan declared.
“From tomorrow morning until midnight! He is willing to continuously accept challenges from your powerful elites. As long as any one of you can defeat him, the alliance will surrender unconditionally.”
Gregg was astonished when he heard this. Joshua and Verhand were also shocked to the core. Only Max remained calm.
“Hahaha!” All of a sudden, Gregg burst into laughter.
“I've heard that Nathan is quite reckless, but I never imagined he would be this extreme. Does he know that within my tent, four of us are King-Class vampires? Does he really think he's so invincible that he can treat the King-Class vampires lightly?”
Sevan simply replied with a blank expression, “My master has presented the opportunity to you. If you are brave enough, come and challenge him tomorrow. But if you're scared, then pretend this never happened, and let our armies come forth in full force and engage in a grand battle.”
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