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Chapter 55 Armor of God

"I lost."

Bronsky collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to stand up.

He lowered his head, staring at the giant axe that had appeared in Banner's hand without him noticing, feeling even more lost.

He won without even using the battle axe that God had given Banner.

His overconfidence was nothing but a joke.

"Boss, what are you planning to do? Kill me, the usurper?"

Bronsky's voice was low and hoarse as he slowly raised his head and looked at Banner with resentment.

"Usurper? You seem to overestimate yourself. Your brainless actions cannot shake my position. Before I even exert myself, you have already fallen."

That contemptuous look reignited Bronsky's anger. He struggled to get up and fight Banner again, but as soon as he made a move, a foot stepped down, forcing him to sit back down.

"Still trying to move? With your kind of trash, struggling is futile."

Banner's voice was calm and firm. He had no intention of harming Bronsky further; he simply pressed down on him lightly with one foot as a warning.

"I lost, I admit it. I will be loyal to you from now on, boss. Please forgive me this time."

Bronsky finally gave up completely. He closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and said things that even he himself didn't believe.

Since Banner didn't kill him directly, he probably won't kill him either.

Banner grinned, "Even a dog wouldn't believe Bronsky's loyalty."

Bronsky was genuinely devoted to the God of Blood, but for himself, it was a complete joke.

Don't you know what kind of monsters and demons your subordinates are?

This is a bunch of scoundrels who will seize any opportunity to rebel.

"Blonsky, there's no need to rush into words of loyalty; I'd rather you demonstrate your change through actions."

Banner didn't care about his loyalty; war was about to break out, and what he cared about was how many people Bronsky could kill in the war.

Especially the Church of Dagon, with whom he had a deep-seated grudge, and there would be plenty of opportunities for him to contribute on the battlefield later.

"Understood, boss. I will prove my worth with my actions and will never let you down."

This is his only chance to survive now. If it weren't for the imminent outbreak of a major battle, Banner would never have given him a chance to live.

However, although he was the beneficiary, he was also looking down on Banner's decision at this moment.

Even if war is imminent, maintaining internal unity is essential; Banner is being far too petty.

"Very well, I will forgive and forget your past, but your future will be determined by your performance."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson light fell on Banner.

The radiance of the Blood God, like a blazing flame, instantly enveloped Banner's entire body. The light contained an ancient and powerful force, seemingly capable of tearing apart the void and reshaping all things.

As the light gradually faded, a suit of armor gleaming with blood-red patterns slowly materialized on Banner's body, every inch of which exuded an ominous yet majestic aura.

This armor not only enhanced Banner's defenses but also granted him unprecedented speed and power.

His eyes also became as deep as a pool of blood, flashing with a cold and resolute light.

Banner stood there, like a war god emerging from hell, surrounded by a chilling aura.

"Boys, the great Blood God has once again bestowed his blessing upon me. Without a doubt, I am the Blood God's most favored champion warrior, your undisputed leader!"

As Banner finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to ignite, and a wave of fervent emotion quickly spread among the crowd.

They all looked up, their eyes filled with awe and fervor, as if they had witnessed a miracle.

"The glory of the Blood God shines upon us; Banner will lead us to victory!"

"Boss, let's get this going! My big stick is itching for a fight!"

"It's time to truly savor the taste of blood!"

Deafening cheers echoed through the sky, as if tearing the heavens apart.

The soldiers raised their weapons high and waved them wildly, their faces beaming with unprecedented excitement and anticipation.

Looking at this scene, Bronsky suddenly felt like a clown.

He should have replaced Banner and become the Blood God's most favored warrior.

But instead, Banner beat him up again, and he received the armor from the Blood God once more.

The underlings in the camp all defected and returned to Banner's side.

Bronsky felt a mix of emotions, including resentment and helplessness.

My current situation is not optimistic, but the desire for victory deep in my heart has not been completely extinguished.

He secretly observed the fanatical warriors around him, whose eyes held only worship for Banner and longing for the future, as if he himself had been completely marginalized.

However, war is a crucible of fire and blood. As long as you don't die after entering it, you will eventually make it big. You will have many more opportunities.

Banner was unaware of Bronsky's ulterior motives, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared.

In the end, he's just a defeated opponent who can't escape his grasp. Instead of paying attention to him, it's better to have some fun with Betty.

At least, Betty's skills in bed are top-notch, and even if Banner were shrunk in size, he would still be extremely large.

Even so, Betty still managed to satisfy him; wow, that's quite something.

"Banner, you're alright! That's so good!"

As Banner was lost in thought, a clear and melodious voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned around abruptly and saw Betty running towards him, her face filled with a mixture of worry and joy.

"Was this armor a gift from the Blood God?"

Betty asked softly, her hand unconsciously stroking a pattern on the armor, as if she could feel the power contained within it.

Banner smiled slightly and nodded.

"Yes, the Blood God has granted me power once again."

Feeling the ever-growing power within him, Banner experienced an unprecedented sense of freedom.

He no longer had to live a life of being hunted. With such great power and his henchmen, no one dared to hunt him down anymore. Even those who used to hunt him down had joined him and become his underlings.

"Hey Banner, you look great! Congratulations on being favored by God again."

Ross stepped forward to congratulate Banner, but before Banner could reply, Betty stood in front of him.

"Dad, I asked you to help Banner fight Bronsky before, but you didn't go. Now that Banner has won on his own, why did you come here again?"

Ross was stunned by his daughter's blunt remark; the seasoned veteran was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

What to do if your daughter is a burden to her father?

Wait online.

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(End of this chapter)