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Chapter 15 A family should be complete.

"General Ross, you, you mustn't be impulsive. Let's talk this out."

Looking at Ross, whose arms had suddenly swelled to be thicker than his thighs, General James completely lost his previous arrogance and dared not say anything about sending General Ross to a military court.

Just now, General James watched with a smile as General Ross was furious but helpless.

However, he soon stopped laughing.

A strange red light fell from the sky and entered General Ross's body.

Soon, the man's body rapidly grew taller and larger, like an inflating balloon.

General James, who used to look at General Ross at eye level, now has to look up at him.

Looking at his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, General James swallowed hard and cursed inwardly.

Isn't divine grace supposed to be rare? How come this person is blessed by this deity called the Blood God so often?

It just so happens that He blessed me right after I completely fell out with General Ross, so why didn't He come to bless me?

Regardless of what Admiral James thinks, he now has to face a problem.

That is, how to persuade General Ross to take his sandbag-sized fist off his forehead instead of punching him in the head.

General James's eyes darted rapidly between fear and pleading. He tried to make his voice sound calm and sincere: "General Ross, I... I admit that my previous words and actions were too impulsive and I did not consider the consequences. I understand your contributions and sacrifices, and I should not have questioned your loyalty and honor."

He raised his head slightly, trying not to look directly at the fist that seemed capable of instantly smashing his head, and continued, "General, we have worked together for many years, and I have never forgotten everything you have done for the country and the people."

This was just a misunderstanding. It was because Congress wanted to use this defeat to cut our military spending that I made a momentary lapse in judgment.

At this point, General James's voice trembled slightly, but he still mustered his courage and tried to move General Ross with emotion: "General Ross, we all know that on the scales of war and peace, sacrifice and glory go hand in hand."

We may have disagreements, but when it comes to the bigger picture, we should be comrades, not enemies. Please give me a chance to correct my mistakes, so we can work together towards a greater goal.

"Comrades-in-arms? I'm sorry, your comrades-in-arms are no longer with me."

Looking at General James, who had been arrogant before but was now obsequious, General Ross found it amusing. The more arrogant he had been, the more servile he was now.

"If it wasn't us, then who was it?"

Seeing that General James was still not quite there, General Ross lost interest in arguing with him any further.

He stretched out his other hand and placed it on his head, then pressed down hard with both hands. After a sharp and brief scream, General James's head burst open like a squashed puff pastry, its contents spilling out. If it were roasted over a fire, even passing children would say it smelled delicious!

"General Ross, we have always been your loyal subordinates!"

The soldiers who came to arrest General Ross were already trembling with fear, especially after General Ross looked at them, they gave a French military salute without hesitation.

The speed was astonishing.

General Ross ignored their surrender and punched them one by one, turning them all into a paste.

General Ross glanced at Banner and his men, who were still ravaging the army not far away, and without a word, silently joined them, beginning the massacre of the army from the rear.

This unit was already on the verge of collapse, and with the death of General James and the defection of General Ross, the morale of the entire army plummeted to its lowest point.

The army was in chaos, with soldiers fleeing in all directions, but no matter where they ran, they could not escape the pursuit of the warriors who had gained superhuman strength.

General Ross and Banner, along with their men, were like the Grim Reaper; their movements were swift and deadly, each attack accompanied by the fall of an enemy.

Under the combined attack of both sides, these soldiers had no choice but to surrender and offer their faith to the great Blood God.

As soldiers surrendered one after another, the atmosphere on the battlefield subsided subsided, replaced by a deathly silence, broken only by the occasional panting and faint pleas for mercy.

General Ross stood on high ground on the battlefield, gazing at the scene before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Did I win or lose?"

General Ross muttered to himself, his voice echoing across the empty battlefield, sounding particularly heavy.

Banner walked up to General Ross, his eyes also filled with complex emotions.

This old adversary is both his lover's father and the culprit who has been trying to hunt him down.

Last time, he didn't kill him because of Betty. This time, he's back again, but now he can never hunt him down again.

"Ross, we all understand that this is not the outcome you wanted, but sometimes, fate is like that. It pushes us onto unknown paths. Now, all you can do is join us. And coincidentally, Betty is here too, so the whole family can be reunited."

Ross glanced at Banner with a complicated expression, his inner struggle flickering like a candle flame in a storm.

What Banner meant by "joining" was not simply fighting side by side, but rather abandoning everything from the past, including his loyalty to the country and the military, and his identity as a human being.

But does he still have a choice now?

Fortunately, he still has Betty. Just as Banner said, it's not bad for the family to be together.

Meanwhile, Betty remained in the camp, protected by only a dozen or so "monsters" of various shapes.

Betty's heart was pounding as soon as the gunfire began.

She was worried that Banner would get hurt, and also that he would never be able to turn back and live a normal life with her again.

Now that the fighting had stopped, Betty felt relieved, but then her heart began to race again.

What should I do if my father brings Banner's body back?

Just as Betty was in turmoil, the footsteps outside the camp became clearer. She suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

The "monsters" also became alert and gathered around Betty, forming a protective circle.

"Banner, thank goodness! Are you alright? Who are you?"

Betty spotted Banner immediately, but before she could say anything, the person behind Banner made her freeze in place.

"I'm sorry, Betty, I've made you suffer."

Although General Ross's appearance had changed a lot, Betty still recognized him from his voice.

"Father? How did you become like this?"

"All of this is a gift from the great Blood God. Now, our family can finally be together."

Listening to her father's worshipful account of the deity, Betty's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Am I the odd one out?

(End of this chapter)