Barrett Walker sat down as he gazed calmly at the man before him. In his mind, he had never felt the need to justify himself, nor had he ever felt the desire to do so. He was simply who he was - the most prominent five-star general in the Federation, the object of young girls' affections. Now, however, he was dressed in a grey suit, impeccably pressed yet lacking the former essence and strength, the iron-blooded wisdom of a military sage, the legendary Confucian general who emerged from the ranks of soldiers.
"What is it that you want to say?" Barrett Walker sat down, gazing at him for a long time, urging him to speak.
Morton Walker looked up at Barrett Walker and eventually spoke, his voice calm and tranquil, flowing like a gentle stream, "I led the troops into the capital, believing that I had considered the most serious consequences, thinking that as long as we acted quickly, the extraterrestrial creatures that had been calm for so many years would remain so. But I was wrong. The extraterrestrial creatures took advantage of this and launched a full-scale attack."
"When will the news be released?" Barrett Walker did not believe that the Federation would allow the public to see such news, hence his question.
"They dare not release it," Morton Walker sighed softly, lamenting his inability to turn the tide. He continued, "Despite becoming a pawn and triggering a full-scale attack by the extraterrestrial creatures, I have no regrets. I want to achieve something to make him see."
Barrett Walker looked at him, seeing his demeanor gradually becoming despondent. He hurriedly said, "I don't want to hear you ramble about this. You know what I want - the real answer, Laura Walker's answer!"
"Gordon Walker is indeed your brother," Morton Walker looked up, his eyes dull, but when he mentioned Laura Walker, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Barrett Walker cast aside the last shred of pity and gripped the sword of life and death on his back. He felt a surge of madness, the urge to strike, to end it all with one stroke. He felt as though he was losing control, on the verge of madness, unable to contain his resentment. "Why?" he demanded.
"Because I love her," Morton Walker looked at Barrett Walker, who had the look of a killer in his eyes. He could see that Barrett Walker was exercising great restraint to keep from acting, yet he calmly gave the answer, a response that was a huge test for Barrett Walker. It was as if he was deliberately seeking death.
"Are you trying to force me to patricide?" Barrett Walker's tone was icy, almost speaking each word individually. He took the withered sword from his back, holding it in his hands, his veins bulging like vicious little snakes.
Morton Walker seemed not to notice Barrett Walker's state, but instead smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to hold a sense of liberation. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had never smoked, but at that moment, he longed for a cigarette to numb his tattered faith, even though he was willing to play a part in the game, willing to be a pawn. He had never expected that the player in the game would be the war god, Mas Walker. He was just a discarded piece, but unfortunately, the war god, Mas Walker, had calculated every move of his discarded piece, gaining the maximum benefit. In his eyes, however, this did not bring about a brighter future for humanity. At that moment, his heart was desolate. "Fifteen years ago, your mother, Muse Walker! Oh, no, it should be even longer ago..."
Morton Walker no longer provoking Barrett Walker, but instead spoke of his mother. "Your mother was just an ordinary woman. At the time, we were deeply in love. Eighteen years ago, she gave birth to you. But before you were born, something strange happened. It was a day with dark clouds looming overhead, the weather was extremely hot, and a fierce storm could break out at any moment. As you were about to be born, a golden light flickered within the dark clouds in the sky, constantly moving. At that time, humanity had just experienced a nuclear war, so the changing weather was not a concern. But after you were born, your mother suffered from a hemorrhage, and her blood was red with a hint of gold, faintly glowing. This frightened the doctors and nurses. She was originally a woman of extraordinary beauty, but after giving birth to you, her appearance changed overnight, becoming ordinary. Two sheepskin books were left by her side, one called 'Devouring Heaven and Earth', and the other, known to only a few, 'Nine Transformations of the Dragon'. Your grandfather never revealed the latter to anyone in the Federation. It was because of 'Nine Transformations of the Dragon' that he attained his current martial prowess.
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Although your mother's appearance changed drastically, I never once found fault in her. However, your grandfather viewed her as a heretic. He never said anything about obtaining these two divine books, but there was always a strange look in his eyes. Your mother didn't know what was happening and became increasingly eccentric and suspicious. Before long, humanity could no longer bear the harm brought by war and chose to cease hostilities. On the day of the ceasefire negotiations in Australia, one of the most elite military forces was completely destroyed by a meteorite-level missile, causing the entire continent to sink. Mutual distrust among humans made it impossible to unite, and alien creatures began to launch massive attacks, crushing everything in their path. Humans were helpless in the face of these attacks.
Your mother became even more agitated due to the relentless advance of the alien creatures. One drunken night, I met Laura Walker, who at the time was the brightest flower in the military. We had a relationship, but she never mentioned to herself that I loved your mother." Barrett Walker looked at Morton Walker, who could no longer continue, and his body gradually relaxed. However, the sword of life and death had never been returned to his back. "What kind of person is my mother?" Barrett asked.
"You're so clever, haven't you guessed something? I think you're well aware of your grandfather's character. He tends to go too far and won't show favoritism. He had opinions about your mother, I think you should have guessed as much. And because you have your mother's blood in you, you have such strong recuperative abilities, and the mutant virus can't harm you, that's why."
Morton placed his elbows on the stone table behind him, his whole body relaxed and slumped, looking up at Barrett's handsome face. Somehow, Barrett thought of the opportunity in the Dragon Scale Cave and the War God Academy, his expression changed slightly and he said, "My mother isn't a human from Earth?"
Morton shook his head, denying, "Perhaps your mother has blood from Earth, but she's very kind."
"I know, it's because of my mother's kindness that you found an excuse?" Barrett grabbed Morton's collar, looking at his casual appearance, feeling an inexplicable discomfort, and immediately lifted him up.
"And you! Rose, Monica, Tama... Oh! That's right, it seems you also have an interest in the Phoenix sisters, right?" Morton sneered.
Barrett let go, and Morton fell back onto the stone bench. Compared to his current self, Barrett wanted to see the former spirited five-star general, and of course, he also resented his former self. Looking at his current appearance, there was no trace of satisfaction in his heart.
"Is my mother alive or dead?" Barrett asked, thinking of the scene that had troubled him for fifteen years, and finally asked the question that would reopen his wound.
"I do not know, but the real reason the extraterrestrial creatures retreated was because of your mother. There was a corpse that looked exactly like her, but no one knew for sure if it was her," Morton Walk spoke as if talking about an insignificant person. He thought of the scene fifteen years ago, how the living war god was only created because of the existence of a woman. He was despicable for the sake of this world, but unfortunately, no one knew of this woman's existence, not even he himself was deliberately forgetting.
“Why are you here? I doubt you came just to see me,” Barrett Walk remained silent for a long time, and finally, everything turned into a long sigh from him. He looked at the man who was just gazing at him, and Barrett Walk asked mockingly.
“Your prestige is unmatched among the students. I hope you will unite the students of the War God Academy and pressure the War God Academy to join the war, defending the entire human race.” Morton Walk stated his purpose, but did not give Barrett Walk a chance to speak, standing up and walking away.
Barrett Walk remained silent, and at this moment, his heart was full of confusion. As he watched Morton Walk walk away, suddenly his face changed dramatically, from stiff to ashen. His hand holding the sword turned pale due to excessive force, showing signs of blood deficiency. Barrett Walk roared angrily, the low growl sounding like an injured lone wolf in the desolate outskirts on a moonlit night, extremely terrifying. Suddenly, the sword in his hand moved, and Barrett Walk stomped on the ground. The ground, unable to withstand the tremendous force, was like being hit hard by a meteor, creating a depression. He flew into the air and slashed down with both hands, creating a huge arc of black light. The power within the sword was immense, and under the black light, Barrett Walk seemed like a demon.
Boom! The red Ferrari convertible on the ground was cut in half by Barrett Walk's sword, and the asphalt road was also severed. Boom! A jet of water from the underground fire hose shot up into the sky, bursting like a fountain. At a critical moment, Morton Walk held Laura Walk with one hand and Gordon Walk with the other, jumping away.
The jet of water was like a big umbrella being opened, and droplets of water kept falling around Barrett Walk, but at this point, he was emitting a faint golden light all over his body. Waves of scorching heat kept rising, avoiding the tiny water droplets.