Son-In-Law Madness

Son In Law Madness Chapter 469

The Stronghold Of The Enemy The halberd was forged using high-density jurganite, so it weighed about a hundred tonnes. When Donald unleashed his internal strength for the first time, his power saturated the halberd in the form of a golden force containing certain radiation. When Donald swung his weapon, a blaring sound thundered in the sky and the ground where the twenty thousand men stood collapsed and crumbled into smithereens. A shaft of light broke out from his halberd, shining right into the sky. In the same instance, the fighter jets were perforated and broken to pieces in the sky. Donald stood tall beneath the faltering planes as he watched on.

would never forget in their entire life. In the country, every Novem Stella Warrior was viewed as a national asset because of their prowess, but it only took Donald one strike to make them seem useless. Donald’s appearance at that time had upended the balance of military power in the country. Erskine was still hanging in there to his dear life when that happened. He was completely blown away. Likewise, when Nathan witnessed what happened, a sense of helplessness overcast his heart. He thought being a Novem Stella Warrior meant he could

entire incident with her phone because she found it thrilling and impressive. To her, someone as heroic as the Golden Lord was the ideal man of all the women in the world. When the whole commotion was over, silence resumed in no man’s land. Miles away, a few drones captured the incident. It seemed like foreign spies and

close to the northern border again,” Donald replied, pointing forward. “But there are a lot of surface-to-air missiles and defense artillery over there! They have all sorts of modern weapons. They can even intercept intercontinental missiles!” Nathan dissuaded. That location was the enemy’s overseas base. Donald shook his head. “Those are nothing to me.” With that said, Donald leaped and landed on a branch in a swift and light fashion as if he was strolling in the air. Back on the battlefield, one out of the four Novem Stella Warriors who challenged Donald had died. The remaining three were severely injured and were lying on the ground in pain. They looked remorseful for their actions. “By the way…” Finnley uttered, “who is the Golden Lord?” “He might not be the Golden Lord because