Salute To The General

Yelena's anxieties were somewhat alleviated as she witnessed Le Dragon Blanc charging toward God's Punisher Spaceship.

Her gaze once more settled upon Nathan, her voice dripping with cold resolve. "Let our spaceships determine the outcome of the battle in the skies. Now, it's time for you and me to engage in a battle to the death!" Nathan stood firm, his left hand concealed behind his back. With a confident gesture, he raised his right hand and beckoned, saying, "Come, let's do this."

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As Nathan's words left his lips, Yelena materialized in front of him with almost ghost-like swiftness, her lightsword descending with unrelenting force.

This time, she was not testing the waters; she was deadly serious.

Confronting the second most powerful elite among the Gods, Nathan couldn't afford to be careless. Swiftly, he drew The Unsullied from his waist, and with a resounding clash, he deftly parried the oncoming strike of his opponent's lightsword.

Immediately after, both combatants launched into a frenzied counterattack, moving with unparalleled speed. As their battle unfolded, an intricate dance of illusions manifested around them, creating the illusion of multiple Nathans and Yelenas engaged in simultaneous combat.

Rocky dared not even breathe as he watched the intense battle unfold before him.

Dunn, Fleming, and the other soldiers wore equally solemn expressions, fully aware of the gravity of the situation.

The Goddess Queen and the God King, collectively, were revered as the twin legends of the Gods.

The strength of the Goddess Queen was beyond doubt.

As for Nathan, both Dunn and Fleming had witnessed his prowess firsthand, having personally confirmed that Nathan had emerged victorious in his battle against the Grand Marshall, King William.

Nevertheless, they had never anticipated that the sheer power displayed by Nathan and Yelena was already terrifying, even before they switched to their combat forms.

Boom!

Nathan's sword clashed once more with Yelena's lightsword, resulting in a deafening thunderous roar.

The force of the collision sent both of them hurtling backward simultaneously.

Yelena narrowed her eyes as she regarded Nathan. "No wonder you have the audacity to challenge us. Your strength has undeniably reached impressive heights. Nevertheless, within our Divine Realm, you're in no place to act as you wish. Today, you shall witness the genuine might of the Gods!"

Having spoken those words, Yelena swiftly raised her lightsword high. The weapon hummed with power, emanating a brilliant glow, and her aura began to surge and intensify. Boom!

An overwhelming and terrifying energy surged forth from within her.

She had seamlessly transitioned into

her combat-form-a tall and slender figure adorned in gleaming silver

armor, boasting three pairs of massive silver wings on her back

that unfurled and began to flutter slowly.

Shrouded in a radiant silver aura, she ascended gracefully into mid-air and peered down at Nathan from above. "Earth's God of War, reveal your combat form so you cannot accuse me of unfair advantage." The moment Yelena transitioned into her combat form, her aura underwent a distinct and palpable transformation.

Nathan sensed an even more immense pressure bearing down upon him.

On the battlefield, he never underestimated any opponent, especially not when confronting the second most powerful elite among the Gods.

He remained vigilant and composed, responding calmly, "Very well, as you wish!"

After saying that, he executed a casual flick of his wrist, driving his sword deep into the ground before him.

Boom!

The blade's impact with the ground triggered a series of cracks in the earth's surface.

Simultaneously, a crimson-black aura radiated from Nathan's form. Soon after, his body underwent a rapid and visible transformation, readily discernible to the naked eye.

In no time, Nathan had fully transitioned into his combat form.

His stature appeared to expand, rendering him even more imposing, with scales resembling those of a dragon now adorning his body. Sharp barbs had sprouted from his wrists, adding to his formidable appearance. On his back, four pairs of immense red skeletal wings materialized, a sight simultaneously impressive and intimidating.

He exuded an overwhelming aura of murderous intent.

Yelena gazed upon the eight-winged

Nathan before her, her brows slightly

furrowed. "The Gods' prophecy dictates that six-winged vampires are the harbinger of calamity, white the appearance of eight-winged vampires heralds the Gods' demise. But refuse to subscribe to such theories. Today, I shall vanquish you, you anomalous vampire, and personally dispel these rumors."

Nathan said slowly, "I don't harbor a strong desire to kill as you do.

Should you choose to surrender, I can spare your life. I might even grant you the opportunity to

persuade Medille to surrender

well. If both you and your husband surrender, I guarantee a favorable fate awaits you. At the very least, you'll meet a peaceful end."

Upon hearing this, Yelena flew into a rage. "I would love to see just how powerful you are to be so brazenly arrogant!"

With that, she transformed into a bolt of lightning, launching herself with ferocity toward Nathan.