Salute To The General

The aircraft hummed quietly as Max and Marco sat in silence. After a while, Max broke the stillness, saying, "There's a task that only you can handle." Marco promptly responded, "Your orders, sir?"

Max outlined his plan with deliberate calm, "After Nathan defeated Medille, he made concessions to the surrendered Gods, including returning Medille's body for their rituals. The Gods sealed Medille in an ice coffin, entombed within Snowcrest Sanctum, heavily guarded. I need you to stealthily extract Medille's body from the sanctum, undetected."

Marco's expression betrayed his shock. The mission to retrieve Medille's frozen remains from the heavily guarded Snowcrest Sanctum was daunting, and he wondered about the purpose of acquiring a dead God's body.

Reading Marco's doubts, Max explained, "I've been enhancing my strength by consuming the blood of Gods, but now only the blood of the most powerful Gods can significantly boost my abilities. Hepburn may not be a match for my strength now, but despite my increased power, I still pale in comparison to Nathan at his full strength. I need to increase my power swiftly."

It was clear now. Max aimed to obtain the blood of Medille, the recently deceased God King, whose body, preserved in ice, held undamaged, potent blood.

Max's objective was to consume the blood of this powerful figure, a move that could dramatically escalate his power.

Marco grappled with a profound conflict. Despite his abilities and leadership of Max's covert team of elite vampires, the mission to covertly retrieve Medille's body from the sanctum, without alerting the Gods, seemed insurmountable.

Yet, he kept his doubts and discomfort to himself, replying with grave determination, "Understood, sir. I will do everything in my power to fulfill this mission."

Max looked at Marco with appreciation, remarking with a smile, "You know, your unwavering dedication, regardless of the challenge, is what I respect most. You never grumble or show strain, always committing fully to every task. That's what impresses me most." Marco humbly responded, "If it weren't for you, sir, I might have perished long ago. My life is yours, so I harbor no grievances."

Max offered an encouraging smile, "Continue your excellent work. Once I've reached my goal, only I will stand above you." "Yes, sir."

Meanwhile, at the Divine Palace, in Nathan's residence, Hepburn was overseeing her trusted vampire aides as they filled a bathtub with medical-grade blood. They diligently worked until a pool of blood formed.

Turning to her subordinates, she commanded, "Bring His Majesty here."

Two guards then escorted the severely weakened and pale Nathan into the room.

Confronted with the blood pool, Nathan's face twisted with discomfort, "A blood pool? I find this unsettling. Please, help me out of here." The guards looked to Hepburn for direction.noveldrama

Hepburn addressed Nathan, "Your

Majesty, regardless of your discomfort, resistance isn't an option. Your recent actions at the banquet aggravated your old

injuries, severely impacting your health. The doctor's orders are clear: you need to heal in this blood pool. Please forgive my boldness."

After her words, Hepburn signaled to the guards.

They promptly escorted a reluctant Nathan into the blood pool.

Submerged, Nathan shot a resentful glare at Hepburn. Unfazed, Hepburn maintained a demeanor that challenged, "What could you possibly do?" This left Nathan with no choice but to resign himself to this unusual healing method.