Salute To The General

That night, Max quickly drank the Blueblood that Markell had sent over through a courier and then entered a state of digestion. The following morning arrived.

He felt that his strength had greatly increased. He was just about to try switching to combat form, wondering if he had reached the level of six wings or even eight wings. Right at that moment, Symon entered from outside, respectfully reporting, "Mr. Max, someone from the Divine Palace is here. They say the God King wishes to see you."

Upon hearing this, Max immediately furrowed his brows, becoming alert. "Why does the God King specifically want to see me so early in the morning?"

He harbored doubts within himself. Had Nathan noticed something?

Symon, however, said with a sly smile, "I heard last night that the God King was severely injured. Could it be that his condition worsened this morning, and he summoned you and the other high-ranking officials to convey his final wishes?" Convey his final wishes?

Max's eyes lit up. That's possible!

In the Divine Realm, as far as Nathan's numerous subordinates were concerned, there were truly only a handful who could hold their own.

As for the elites among the human race, Max simply didn't take them seriously.

The elites of the Gods, like Dinko and Moblan, were forced to surrender. Deep down, they certainly didn't accept Nathan, so Max believed they were allies worth uniting with, and there was no need to worry. Within the vampire clan, Max was originally one of the strongest.

Recently, he had been secretly slaughtering the Gods, drinking their Blueblood to grow stronger. Last night, he even consumed a bottle of Medille's blood.

At the moment, he wouldn't even take Hepburn and Sinistral seriously at all.

Other alien clans, such as Toothless, Solo, and the rest, although their combat abilities were passable, were still no match for him.

As for Nathan, whom he had always feared, he was now gravely injured, teetering on the brink of death, and even preparing to convey his final wishes.

Who, one might ask, could now halt his stride? Who could prevent him from dominating the Divine Realm?

He was in high spirits and immediately instructed Symon, "Prepare the aircraft. I'm heading to the Divine Palace to pay my respects to the God King." Symon responded, "Noted!"

Divine Palace.

Due to the attack on the God King that occurred yesterday, the security at the sanctum today was even more stringent than usual.

Toothless and Solo personally served as the commanders-in-chief of Divine Palace, taking turns on duty to maintain order and prevent any similar security incidents from happening again. Meanwhile, in the study of Divine Palace.

Dressed in a white linen garment, Nathan lay on a wooden chair, appearing much like a patient recovering from an illness.

Outside the study room.

Hepburn's subordinate, Lyanna, was using a small red clay pot to prepare medicine for Nathan.

Wafts of medicinal herbs kept coming in waves.

The robustly built Max arrived, accompanied by a few of his personal soldiers.

However, when he approached the study, Toothless appeared with a group of guards, calmly saying, "Mr. Max has arrived. Please come in The God King has been waiting for you for quite some time. As for your subordinates, they shouldn't go in."

Max nodded, signaling Symon to wait right there.

He then stepped into the study.

Upon entering, he could see Nathan, who appeared frail, lying on a wooden chair in his white attire. Hepburn was also present, standing by Nathan's side. "Greetings, Your Majesty. Greetings, Your Majesty the Queen!"

Hepburn gave a slight nod.

Nathan, who had originally been dozing off on the wooden chair with his eyes closed, slightly opened his eyes and said in a soft voice, "Max, you've arrived." Max noticed that Nathan's voice was somewhat weak when he spoke, and his forehead was covered in beads of sweat. It seemed like he was seriously ill. Could it be that Nathan's really on the brink of death?

A sly joy filled his heart, yet he feigned concern on his face, saying, "Your Majesty, I heard you urgently summoned me. I wonder what has happened. Are you all right?"

Before Nathan could respond, Lyanna had already come in from outside, carrying a bowl of traditional Eurasian medicine. In a clear voice, she said, "Your Majesty, your medicine is ready. Please take it first." Nathan nodded slightly.

Lifting his slightly trembling hand, he accepted the bowl of medicine that Lyanna had handed him and slowly drank it.

After that, he found himself drenched in sweat.

Max's eyes widened, a thought racing through his mind. Has it really gotten this severe? It seems like his end is near! After Nathan finished his medicine, he waved his hand, signaling Hepburn and Lyanna to leave. Inside the study, only Nathan and Max were left.

Nathan sat upright, looking at Max with a wry smile. "I've been having some health issues. Sometimes, it feels like I'm trapped in an icy cave, my hands and feet freezing cold. Other times, it's as if I'm in a furnace, my entire body burning hot, and sweat pouring down like rain. I apologize for you to witness this."noveldrama

Max spoke with a deceptive calm. "So, Your Majesty is unwell. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get better, Your Majesty."

Nathan neither confirmed nor

denied, casually saying, "We'll see!

The reason urgently called you over today is because there are two matters wanted to clarify in person. If you answer honestly, I promise not to make things difficult for you out of respect for our acquaintance."

Upon hearing that, Max felt his heart suddenly pounding.

The color of his face changed instantly.