The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 464

Nathanwas silent. A trace of wet blood stained his mouth on his pale face. As for his hand, his purlicuewas cracked and it bled so much that his Serpent Spear was dyed red.

“We should go,” he whispered in a low voice.

Then, he carried Finnley and fled in another direction.

Clinging to Nathan’s back, Finnley asked nervously, “What's happening?”

“Four Novem Stella Warriors— Pharaoh, Beerus, Erskine, and

Hobarton—are here to claim my life. The whole no man's land is already sealed off. Anyone who enters dies.”

Finnley was shocked.

Erskine was a warrior who came to fame seventy years ago. He was a hundred and fifty years old, but because he had been injected with a certain serum, he became eternally ageless and abnormally powerful.

Meanwhile, Hobarton—the King of Plagues—was acquainted with the use of poison.

“There are at least thirteen private military forces in no man's land, totaling at thirty thousand men. These are special forces soldiers. There are even many from Angel Alliance who joined in! They gathered because our laboratory successfully created a two-nanometer lithography machine,” Nathan informed.

A lithography machine was an integral facility in fabricating integrated circuits. Its manufacturing and maintenance required a solid foundation in optics and electronics. There were only a few companies worldwide that had the know-how to pull off a highly precise sevennanometer lithography process.

That was why it took the world by storm when they scored a two-nanometer precision domestically.

The war to acquire that technology did not pale in comparison to the battle in Pollerton over the Rising Dragon Project.

“Do you remember how the Golden Lord sacrificed himself protecting the Rising Dragon Project? I guess I will be following in his footsteps,” Nathan exclaimed. “All the data and lithography machines are already transported elsewhere, so they want to use me as a bargaining chip against Chiliad Avion.” “Will Chiliad Avion agree to a deal?” Finnley was skeptical.

“They already did, but I will not let that happen,” Nathan replied.

Finnley did not say another word.

Suddenly, Nathan stopped walking. There was a man whose face did not betray any emotions blocking in front of them.

The handsome man seemed to be in his twenties. His right arm was the most striking part of his body, outshining his unusual eye and hair color. It looked robotic and metallic, and behind him was a multitude of people.