Salute To The General

Max's expression subtly changed, but he managed to maintain his composure, standing aloof, adapting to the ever-changing circumstances.

At this moment, the door opened.

Two guards escorted a prisoner, shackled in irons, into the room. It was none other than Markell, the man responsible for leading the assault on Snowcrest Sanctum.

Nathan instructed the two guards, "Let the criminal, Markell, stay. You two may leave."

"Understood, Your Majesty!"

The two guards simultaneously stepped back, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

In the study, only Nathan and Max remained, along with Markell, who was wearing shackles.

Nathan spoke in a calm tone. "Markell, I'll ask you again. Who instructed you to attack Snowcrest Sanctum and steal the Blood of Medille?"

Although Max didn't speak, his gaze had already fallen on Markell, his eyes sharp and piercing.

Markell did not meet Max's gaze, his head lowered as he spoke. "In response to Your Majesty, the enmity between the vampires and the Gods is irreconcilable. This time, I took the initiative, leading a raid on the sanctum and desecrating Medille's corpse. I am doing this to avenge all of the vampires! This incident has nothing to do with Mr. Max. If you want to kill or torture, come at me. I will bear it alone."

Nathan coughed twice, dabbing the fine beads of sweat on his forehead with a white handkerchief. His tone was calm as he said, "Nonsense! If you were a primordial vampire, your words might have held some weight. Previously, you were merely a human from Earth. It was only after following Max that you transformed into a vampire, subsequently joining the vampire faction. What does the ancient feud between the vampires and the Gods have to do with you? Even if it comes to leveling the divine sanctum of the Gods, it should be the primordial vampire and Sinistral taking the lead. When would it ever be your turn? Your reasoning is strained and fails to convince."

Markell said with a heavy heart, "But during this expedition to the Divine Realm, many of my vampire friends also fell. Why shouldn't I bear a grudge against the Gods? Why shouldn't I lay a finger on the sanctums of the Gods? Your Majesty, I've told you that this matter was my own decision, unrelated to anyone else. If you must punish someone, then punish me. There's no need for further discussion."

It seemed that Nathan had anticipated long ago that Markell would defend Max, taking all the blame upon himself.

At that moment, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he turned his head toward Max, who was standing next to him, and asked with a half-smile. "Max, what do you think?"

This was a difficult question swiftly passed on to Max.

Max's eyes flickered twice, and he said with a stern expression, "Markell is under my command. I am deeply saddened by his actions, and I can't deny my responsibility. I voluntarily forfeit my salary for three years and personally sentence a severe punishment to this individual."

Nathan's smile grew more playful at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, how do you think we should properly punish Markell?"

Max said coldly, "He deserves to

for this! Kill him, then deliver his head to the sanctum. This will serve as an explanation to the Gods and quell their resentment."

After his words fell, Markell's face was the first to change color.noveldrama

Although he knew his fate was sealed this time, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart upon hearing Max's words.

Nathan noticed the subtle change in Markell's complexion and, with a smile, asked Max, "Don't you think this punishment might be a bit too harsh?"

Max knew in his heart that Nathan simply didn't believe what Markell was saying.

He was worried that Markell might have a change of heart and would end up betraying him, bringing about unnecessary trouble.

At that moment, all he could think about was how to swiftly silence someone permanently.

He exclaimed loudly, "This matter is of great importance. If we don't kill him, it will be hard to quell the wrath of the Gods. Moreover, this was due to my inadequate leadership. I'l personally kill him as an explanation to the God King and also to the Gods."

After saying that and without waiting for Nathan's approval, he suddenly raised his left hand, reaching out into the air toward Markell.

In front of Markell, a crimson handprint materialized out of thin air, gripping his throat and hoisting him into the air.

The bones in his throat emitted a faint crackling sound as if he was on the verge of being choked to death.

When death truly descended, everyone was filled with fear.

When death approached, people's beliefs, as well as the ideals they had always held onto, would also undergo significant changes. That was how Markell was at the moment.

He had always been loyal to Max, prepared long ago to die for Max's cause.

But as death loomed, he discovered that the one who couldn't wait for his demise was Max. His gaze wavered, and then regret appeared. Was it worth dying for such a person? en