Son-In-Law Madness

Donald raised his broadsword and pointed it directly at Blade.

Blade felt as if a predator was glaring at him from the tip of the sword.

In one swift movement, Donald sliced open Blade's armor.

What energy is this?

By the time Blade realized something was up, it was already too late for him to do anything.

There was a flash of red light, followed by a loud bang as if firecrackers had been set off. The tornado of blades was immediately blown to the ground.

Blade, on the other hand, had basically been reduced to a bloody pulp by Donald's energy.

What S-grade level armor? It can't even withstand Donald's strike.

The other three Stella Warriors glanced at each other.

They had been nonchalant at the news of another expert coming to help them.

After all, as the Dragon Unit from Xemrich, they had achieved quite a lot during the last big battle.

They had assumed that there were enough experts in their own team. Little did they expect there to be someone like Donald outside of their team.

“I think I left one more person alive over there,” Donald said as he pointed somewhere. “He's pretty badly injured. You guys can take him back and interrogate him. He might be able to give you some valuable information.”

They glanced in the direction he was pointing and marveled at his skills.

Not only could Donald kill someone like Blade, but he could also leave survivors for questioning.

Warner Tackett and Killian Hughes went to carry Boozer away from the grass where he lay heavily injured.

The leader, Fallon Xenthos, said sincerely, “Thank you so much, Mr. Campbell. If it wasn't for your help, we might have lost Joel on this mission.”

Joel Quinn was the man who had been controlling the vines and gotten his right hand sliced off by Blade.

They had done their best to help out the situation with Joel injured, but if Donald hadn't appeared, Joel might have lost much more than just one hand.

“I was supposed to help you guys. There's no need to thank me. Go ahead and clean up the field.” Donald waved a hand and turned to leave the forest as if he had never been there in the first place.

Sophus had already told them many times that Donald's identity was to be protected. The other Special Operation Forces could not know about his involvement in that mission.

In order to cover it up, Blade's death and Boozer's capture would become the Dragon Unit's achievements.

Donald walked into a tent after leaving the forest.

Sophus was giving various orders through the walkie-talkie along with over ten other officers.

Seeing that Donald had returned, Sophus smiled at him. “That was quick.”

Donald rolled his eyes. “That was just small fry. You made it seem like an actual fight. Isn't it a bit of a waste to put me up against those people?” He wasn't calling Blade weak by any means. He was simply too powerful. “I got rid of all their Stella Warriors. You shouldn't be needing me for anyone else, right? If that's all, I'm going to head back.”

Sophus hurriedly stopped him from leaving. “What's the rush? The most recent update we have is that Earl has sent out two divine-stage Novem Stella Warriors to protect their most recent shipment. The two of them have not shown themselves yet. We suspect that they're still waiting for the right timing.”

Donald rolled his eyes.

“They have no one left to send out at this point. What are they even waiting for? Either way, I get what you're trying to say. You just want me to stay for a little longer, right? I'll wait until you guys clean up the battlefield first before I leave. That should do it, right?” Donald asked. He stood up and made himself a cup of tea to sip on while waiting.

Suddenly, a frantic call came from one of the Special Operation Force members over the walkie-talkie.

“Calling base operations! We've discovered a high-level Stella Warrior here. Please send help!”

The person calling for help hadn't even finished his sentence when he screamed in distress.

Sophus immediately began to look serious.