Salute To The General

Tonight, the incident of the Four Emperors attacking Nathan had shaken the entire Divine Realm.

However, as the elite Gods of Snowcrest Sanctum participated in the pursuit of the Four Emperors, an unexpected situation also occurred within the sanctum. A group of mysterious individuals seized the opportunity and launched a surprise attack on the sanctum.

The sanctum authorities estimated the damage caused by the surprise attack from the mysterious group and investigated the origins and motives of the attackers. Late at night, within the vampire's first army, Scarlet Land.

Markell, covered in blood, returned to his disheveled office.

After sitting down, he placed an exquisitely crafted crystal bottle on the table. Inside the bottle was a vial of blue liquid.

The blue liquid seemed to possess a life of its own, gently flowing within the bottle, as captivating as a brilliantly blue sky.

This was when Markell led a large group of experts, taking advantage of the unguarded Snowcrest Sanctum to stealthily steal Medille's blood.

Those who accompanied him had all perished.

He was gravely injured, yet managed to escape and return alone.

At this moment, he tore open his shirt with great difficulty, only to discover a terrifying wound on his chest, one that had nearly disemboweled him.

Had he not been a vampire of great vitality, this single strike could have likely cost him his life.noveldrama

Knock! Knock!

The sound of knocking echoed.

Markell's gaze suddenly turned stern. "Who is it?"

A gentle male voice came from outside. "Mr. Markell, it's me, Dynan. Didn't you ask me to come see you?"

"Dynan!"

One of Markell's subordinates, although he hadn't been with him for a particularly long time, was very steady in his work and had earned Markell's deep respect.

Markell casually adjusted his clothes to cover his wound, then called out in a deep voice, "Come in!"

Dynan pushed the door open and entered.

He clearly noticed the Blueblood in the bottle on the table, and his nose also picked up the scent of fresh blood emanating from Markell.

What's in the bottle?

How did Mr. Markell get injured?

However, Dynan did not raise any questions. Instead, he respectfully bowed his head and greeted, "Hello, sir."

Markell was quite satisfied.

He liked subordinates who didn't ask unnecessary questions and simply did as they were told.

He drawled, "Dynan, there's an important task now that I need you to take care of immediately. This mission is fraught with peril and even poses a threat to life. Would you be willing to accept it?" Dynan replied, "Sir, whatever you ask of me, I will do without question."

Markell said with satisfaction, "Good!"

He pointed to the bottle of blue liquid on the table and instructed, "Take this blue bottle with you and go see Mr. Max. Once you personally hand this bottle over to him,

consider your task complete

Dynan responded, "Understood!"

Markell cautioned, "Remember, this bottle can only be handed over to Mr. Max. If anyone tries to stop or question you along the way, you should ignore them completely necessary, just push through don't care how you do it, but you must successfully deliver this blue bottle to Mr. Max."

Dynan said, "Noted."

After saying that, he carefully stowed away the exquisite blue bottle from the table, then strode off, disappearing into the night.

Inside Max's mansion, the light in the study was still on.

Max had also just returned not long ago, and he was not at all sleepy.

He was currently filled with uncertainty.

Facing the assault of the Four Emperors, Nathan surprisingly unleashed a powerful combat power when he was alone against Fermin. He directly defeated Fermin. What's going on?

Logically speaking, Nathan, with his injuries not yet healed, shouldn't have had any combat power!

Max was utterly perplexed.

However, amidst the misfortune, the silver lining was that the Four Emperors never exposed him from beginning to end.

At that time, he was terrified that after the failed assassination attempt on Nathan, the Four Emperors would harbor resentment toward him. He feared that he would be betrayed during his escape. Fortunately, the Four Emperors managed to escape the Divine Realm without betraying him, which was already considered a rather good outcome.

At that moment, Max lit a cigarette,

taking several deep drags. He gazed

out at the night sky, muttering to

himself, it seems that young Markell took advantage of Snowerest Sanctum's weak

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defenses tonight and made his

move. I wonder if he succeeded."