General James gritted his teeth and held on, staring at the enemy wearing his son's body a dozen meters away. He felt his strength draining fast. His heart had been pierced; even for a Legendary powerhouse, that was a fatal wound. Immediate treatment might have saved him, but his enemy clearly had no intention of giving him the chance.
A faint, relieved smile crossed General James's face. As though a weight had finally lifted from him, he fell backward.
In that moment, General James seemed to see his dead wife's face and hear her voice again. He remembered giving the order to fire, remembered her falling in a pool of blood, remembered his younger son and daughter crying for their mother, and remembered the hatred in his eldest son's eyes...
"It's over. It's finally over..." General James murmured. Blood bubbled from his mouth and nose, and he began coughing violently. Each cough sent more blood pouring from his wound.
Some of the soldiers guarding the carriages tried to rush forward to help General James. The moment one left the cover of the carriages, a precise beam of Holy Light pierced through him. He gave a muffled groan and fell dead.
These officers and soldiers were General James's trusted subordinates, and some were genuinely loyal and brave. When one fell, another charged out. They kept coming, fearless of death, until more than thirty lay dead—nearly a third of the entire convoy. At last, all the brave ones were gone. Those who remained were too terrified to move, watching Modi kill without mercy.
The dying General James watched his men charge out one by one, then fall one by one...
He wanted to order them to stop, but he had no strength left. His throat was choked, and he could not make