Salute To The General

Max, who had just returned to Ariarica, also learned that Nathan had agreed to visit the country.

The edges of his lips curved upward. "He really wants to court his own death, huh? In any case, he's not going back alive after he steps into our country."

Titan, his right-hand man, couldn't help but ask, "Nathan's currently the leader of a nation, Admiral Max. If anything happens to him in our country, won't that cause things to spiral out of control and lead to our countries going to war?" With a sneer, Max answered, "Obviously, if Nathan dies on our soil, Eurasia won't let this matter go. However, if he dies in an accident, say during a violent attack by a vampire, our country won't have to claim responsibility for his death."

Then he turned to Titan and uttered slowly, "That is why I refuse to use my own people to deal with him and instead use members of the dark clans like vampires or werewolves. As long as our people don't kill him, we can deny involvement in his death. At most, we'll just turn the werewolves and vampires into scapegoats."

Upon hearing that, Titan nodded.

Max was a famous war hawk and was known by the wider world as a militant.

Not only was he not afraid of war, he even looked forward to one.

Usually, he would suggest using force to deal with the country's potential enemies, claiming that violence was the simplest and most effective way of solving any problems.

If Nathan was killed and a war ensured, Max would likely be excited about the upcoming battle instead of feeling afraid or guilty.

That was why Max acted so arrogantly and why he dared to attack Nathan.

In comparison, Bryon was much more level-headed and rational. Many times, he shot down Max's suggestions.

Max picked up his lighter and lit the cigar in his mouth. After taking in a puff of cigar smoke, he narrowed his eyes at Titan. "Send someone to notify Lord Antonio that Nathan will likely be visiting the country in a week.Tell him that this is his best chance to strike and that I hope he won't disappoint me." "Roger!" The next day, the Dragon Warriors, also known as the Southern Fleet of Eurasia, entered a port in Ariarica's capital as thousands of people watched.

Many Ariarican soldiers were there to maintain order. There was a sea of citizens staring at the technologically advanced warships of the Dragon Warriors, and they were awestruck by them.

"God, this really doesn't match our

impression of the poor and technologically backward eastern countries." "It's incredible! Their warships look very advanced. I doesn't look too shabby compared to our warships."

"Yeah, their navy fleet looks pretty powerful. They're a lot stronger than we thought!"

There were a few people there who knew Eurasia very well. Some had even visited the country before. They couldn't help but speak to the crowd. "This is Eurasia, the Dragon of the East. They have been the strongest country on Earth since thousands of years ago. While they had suffered a lot throughout the ages, the Dragon of the East has now awakened from its slumber. We must give them the attention and respect they deserve. If we blind ourselves to their might, we may be in great trouble in the future."

Some people in the crowd went into deep thought when they heard that.

Others, however, snorted. They thought there was still a vast difference between Eurasia and Ariarica's capabilities.

At the same time, the president of Ariarica, Bryon, was standing at the port with a bright smile as he waited for the leader of Eurasia to show up. His aides and capable subordinates were accompanying him.

Aside from three teams of military honor guards, there were also numerous troops stationed nearby.

The security of the place was tight, and no outsiders were allowed to enter.

Ordinary citizens could only watch from afar. Anyone who came close would be shot dead by the soldiers' sub-machine guns.